Sophia kept on struggling with the keyhole, her eyes narrowed in fierce concentration, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, coming closer and closer.
With a start, Sophia turned to face the door, her eyes wide with surprise as it opened, revealing Luca standing in the doorway, his eyes roaming over her body with an expression of awe and admiration.
“Sophia,” he breathed, his voice laced with admiration. “You look…”
Sophia, her lips curling into a dangerous smile, lifted her chin in defiance. “Like a prisoner?” she said, her voice cold and dangerous.
Luca, his eyes flashing with desire, stepped into the room, his hands moving to the door, the lock clicking into place with a sharp click.
Sophia, her heart pounding in her chest, stood her ground, her body tense with tension. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her voice hard and unforgiving.
Luca, his lips curling into a smirk, took a step forward, his fingers reaching out to caress her cheek. “You look beautiful, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Sophia, her face set in a mask of defiance, recoiled from Luca’s touch, her hand snapping out to slap him across the face, her eyes blazing with fury.
“How dare you?” she snapped, her voice shaking with anger. “Do you think you can lock me in here and treat me like your plaything?”
Luca, his cheek stinging from the blow, stepped back, his expression one of shock and disbelief. “Sophia,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “You will not speak to me like that.”
With a sudden movement, Luca lunged forward, his arms closing around Sophia’s body, his hands gripping her hips with fierce determination.
“You will learn your place,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “You are mine, Sophia, and you will do as I say.”
Sophia, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire, struggled against his embrace, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Never,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.
Luca, his grip tightening, crushed his lips against hers, his kiss forceful and demanding.
Sophia, her heart racing with a dangerous mix of emotions, fought against Luca’s embrace, her hands clawing at his arms, her teeth grazing his lower lip.
“Let me go,” she pleaded, her voice low and desperate. “I hate you, Luca. I will never be yours.”
Luca, his eyes dark with desire, threw his head back and laughed, his voice full of cruel amusement. “Oh, Sophia,” he said, his voice mocking and disdainful. “Don’t you know that hate and love are just two sides of the same coin?”
Sophia, her body taut with fear and anger, felt a shiver of horror ripple through her body. “You’re mad,” she whispered, her voice shaking with dread. “You’re a monster.”
Luca, his expression twisted with a sickening blend of desire and cruelty, pulled Sophia closer to him, his lips grazing her neck. “Oh, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark pleasure. “I’m so much worse than that.”
Sophia, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, struggled against his embrace, her mind racing with desperate thoughts.
As Sophia fought against Luca’s advances, her mind spinning with terror and despair, she caught sight of the window, a thin ray of sunlight streaming through the glass.
With a sudden burst of strength, she shoved Luca away, her fingers clawing at the window latch.
“No,” she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. “I will not be your prisoner. I will not let you do this to me!”
Luca, his expression darkening with fury, lunged forward, his fingers digging into Sophia’s arm, his grip like iron.
“You will not escape me, Sophia,” Luca growled, his voice low and menacing. “You are mine, and you will learn to obey me.”
Sophia, her heart pounding in her chest, turned to face Luca, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. “Never,” she spat, her voice low and dangerous. “I will never be yours.”
With a roar of fury, Luca lunged forward, his hands closing around Sophia’s throat, his grip tightening with every breath she took.
Sophia, her eyes wide with terror, clawed at Luca’s hands, her body thrashing wildly as she struggled for air.
“Luca,” she croaked, her voice barely audible. “Please… please…”
Luca, his eyes wild with lust and rage, shook his head, his grip tightening around Sophia’s throat. “You will submit to me, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You will learn to love me, whether you want to or not.”
Sophia, her lungs burning with the need for oxygen, felt a sudden burst of strength surge through her body. With a final burst of effort, she managed to sink her teeth into Luca’s hand, the taste of blood filling her mouth.
With a cry of pain and fury, Luca released his grip, his hand falling limply to his side.
Sophia, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion, sank to the floor, her lungs heaving as she sucked in deep gulps of air.
Luca, his eyes dark with rage and desire, stalked toward Sophia, his chest heaving with each breath.
“You will pay for that, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You will pay with your body.”
Sophia, her body weak and trembling, tried to scramble away, but Luca was too quick, his hands closing around her wrists, pinning her to the floor.
“Please,” she begged, her voice weak and breathless. “Luca, please…”
Luca, his eyes glinting with cruelty, leaned over Sophia, his body pressing against hers, his weight threatening to crush her. “You will submit to me, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “You will beg for my touch, and you will thank me when I give it to you.”
Sophia, her heart racing with fear and defiance, shook her head, her lips pressed into a defiant line.
Luca, his patience snapping, grabbed a handful of Sophia’s hair, pulling her head back with savage force.
As Luca’s grip tightened, Sophia cried out in pain, her body arching beneath him.
“Say it, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Say that you will submit to me, and I will let you breathe.”
Sophia, her eyes filling with tears, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, shook her head, her voice trembling with fear and defiance.
“Never,” she gasped, her voice hoarse and broken.
Luca, his eyes dark with fury and desire, leaned closer to Sophia, his lips brushing against her cheek. “Then you will die here, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice a cruel promise. “You will die in my arms, and I will make sure that your body knows pleasure before it knows death.”
Sophia, her heart racing with terror and desperation, closed her eyes, her body going limp with resignation.
Luca, his eyes glittering with triumph, began to tear at Sophia’s dress, his hands rough and demanding.
As Luca’s hands moved over Sophia’s body, his touch rough and possessive, Sophia felt her body respond, despite her terror and desperation.
“Please,” she begged, her voice low and pleading. “Please, Luca, I can’t…”
Luca, his voice filled with dark pleasure, smirked down at Sophia. “Oh, but you can, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Your body will know pleasure, even if your mind does not.”
Luca’s hands slid over Sophia’s body, his touch cruel and demanding. As he touched her, Sophia felt her breath catch in her throat, her body responding to his touch despite her fear and disgust.
“You see, Sophia?” Luca whispered, his voice thick with triumph. “You will not deny me.”
Sophia, her body trembling with a mix of horror and pleasure, closed her eyes, her mind desperate to escape the reality of her situation.
As Luca’s hands moved over her body, Sophia’s mind began to drift, her thoughts flickering to the past, to a time when she had been safe and free.
She remembered the scent of the sea, the taste of summer on her lips, the sound of Luca’s voice, gentle and loving.
She remembered a time before the terror and despair had taken hold, a time when she had been happy.
And as her body arched beneath Luca’s touch, Sophia whispered a prayer, a desperate plea for rescue and redemption.
As Sophia’s prayer echoed in the silent room, a faint noise, almost imperceptible, reached her ears.
It was the sound of footsteps, faint and distant, but unmistakable.
Sophia’s heart raced with hope and terror, her body stilled beneath Luca’s touch.
Luca, his focus on his conquest, did not hear the sound, but Sophia, her body tensed with anticipation, knew that her prayer had been answered.
Then a knocking came on the door, making Sophia feel her savior have come.
“Who the fuck is there?” Luca asked angrily, “Boss is me!” the Silhouette replied.
With a sudden, violent movement, Luca leapt to his feet, opening the door, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at the silhouette.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he roared, his voice filling the room with rage. “Get out!”
The silhouette, his face pale with terror, stammered an apology, backing away from the door.
“I’m s-sorry, sir,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”