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And then the light shifted, and it seemed the location shifted. The room looked different, but it appeared to be the same building: low-lit, dank, and dark. There was no sound, and there was no one visible on the camera. And then they heard a voice. To some of the Ricci’s, the voice sounded familiar.
“This is the last time I’m going to say undress, or I’ll undress you.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Isotta muttered after the shock wore off.
“You’re right,” Alessandro agreed. “But I want to.”
Romina gasped, and Giordano shook his head. Massimo’s eyes focused more keenly as he saw Isotta appear on the screen. Giuseppe was surprised by Alessandro that he would have the audacity to pull a stunt like he was pulling. And then the camera revealed something neither of them was ready for. She was naked. Isotta was crying, and Alessandro pushed inside her. And it only got worse the more they looked, but they struggled to turn their heads away. They couldn’t even unhear what they heard, and they would hear her cries, her begging for a long time after.
“Oh God,” Romina sighed, turning her face away from the screen. She still heard what was happening, though.
Massimo was transfixed, another man taking full advantage of his wife in ways he'd taken advantage of her. He heard the whimpering, and at another time, it would have turned him on. He saw the tears, and, in another instance, it would have made the sex hot. Alessandro responded much the same way Massimo would have given the same set of circumstances. He watched as Alessandro spread his wife’s ass and plunged deep into her. He also saw Isotta’s face, the surprise, the pain, and Massimo felt a thump in his own dick. Massimo knew he should have been angered by Alessandro’s violation, that he was just doing it to get back at Massimo, but at his core, he was aroused – another conflictual feeling that he would have to repent for.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
And then the fuck became more intense, and Massimo was forced to bear witness to it. Everyone else in both households had already turned their heads away from the screen as Alessandro pummeled Isotta, but Massimo found it difficult to pull away, to separate himself from what he saw. He needed to be the offended husband, angered by the physical and sexual assault on his wife. He needed to be angered by the kidnapping and humiliation of his wife. He needed to be worried about his wife’s well-being and safety. That’s what Massimo needed to be concerned with. Yet, he struggled to pull himself from the raw, unfiltered, sexually sadistic show. He recognized that Alessandro was using his encounter with Isotta as a power move, a retaliatory maneuver. Massimo understood that the sex on the screen was designed to belittle her and undermine his protective capacity. Yet, when the sex on the screen intensified, and Massimo saw his wife’s flesh being pounded, her breasts swinging back and forth, and her nakedness being exploited in just the right way, he had to will himself not to physically respond. All the verbalizations Alessandro made, Massimo could hear himself making.
He wasn’t offended. He was turned on.
Francesco could hardly stomach what was happening with his daughter. That was his child being sexually assaulted for all to see. Although Costanza had held her constitution, she winced at what she witnessed and found herself turning away, wishing she could unhear the vile and putrid things coming from Isotta’s captor’s mouth. It turned her stomach and made her feel ill. But there was a part of Costanza that wanted revenge for the humiliation of her family that had been on display.
And then it was over.
With Isotta still visible on screen, her eyes misted over with tears, her nakedness still in full view, Alessandro spoke.
“Massimo,” he uttered, looking directly into the camera, his breathing not yet level. “She is amazing, and I fucked her, and now I’m ready to fuck you up for everything you did to me.”
Chapter Seven
They all sat there in perpetual silence, stunned by what they’d seen. The women were emotional. The men were emotional as well, despite the way they tried to hide it. Their emotion was a cacophony of a plethora of emotions. Mouths were agape. Tears fell. They sat in absolute silence for an indeterminate amount of time. They all tried to process what they’d seen, but they struggled to put it together, to make it make sense.
Silence.
“I can’t believe it,” Romina finally uttered. “Why would they do something so vile?”
“Because they are vile,” Giordano agreed, his jaw firmly set, his eyes piercing straight ahead.
Giuseppe shook his head. He couldn’t believe Alessandro would push the envelope, but he did. He looked at his brother, wondering what his thoughts were. Massimo hadn’t said anything since the video stopped. Giuseppe wondered why.
Then Massimo started to move decisively.
“Hey, where are you going?” Giuseppe asked, leaping up from his chair.
Massimo spun on his heels. His eyes were narrowed. Massimo stared through his brother. Giuseppe felt the void in his gaze but also felt the intensity of his brother’s anger. His brows knocked together. He bore his teeth and spoke with a clenched jaw.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“But you don’t even know where she’s being held,” Giuseppe commented, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder to make a connection he hoped would make a difference.
“I’ll find her,” Massimo uttered.
“But not like this,” Giuseppe insisted.
“How dare he,” Costanza uttered as her mind reeled from what she witnessed. She was offended, of course, but she was more angry than anything else.
“The unmitigated gall to attack our family in such a way,” she continued, as much to herself as to her son. “We will not stand for it. Do you hear me, Francesco? We will not stand for it!”
Francesco heard her comments, but he didn’t respond. He was too busy reeling from what he saw. Not only was his wife humiliated, but his daughter was also taken full advantage of for anyone to see. He felt rage and the need for revenge simultaneously. Francesco didn’t originally understand why his family was targeted the way they were. But as he stewed on what he saw, Francesco came to one conclusion. His eyes narrowed again, and then he looked at his mother, their eyes meeting. His intense.
