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Chapter Thirteen

Elena

Two more days have passed with me being confined to theoubliette. Migual has come downstairs to bring me my meals, but instead of leaving me to eat them by myself, he’s ended up staying and starts a discussion with me. Although, I made the mistake of asking him why Luca has been avoiding me . . . and he decided at that point he should leave.

It’s obvious he has some sort of friendship with his employer, however I’m not sure what it’s like. Migual follows every order, but still finds a way to protect Luca if he can.

The sound of Migual’s oxfords hitting the floor cause me to look up and see him coming down the stairwell with a white wardrobe bag in his hands. There are a pair of tan heels in his other hand and he continues toward me. “You need to hop in the shower, style your hair in a curly, but loose way and make sure your makeup is dark. And of course, put on this dress. I’ll be back in half an hour.” Migual unzips the dress, putting it through the iron bars and hands me the shoes as well as tells me he put something in my vanity early this morning that will help me curl my hair and do my makeup the way Luca requires. I think he’s going to leave, but Migual stays put on the other side of the bars.

“What’re you doing?” I ask.

He shrugs his shoulders, bringing some sort of box forward. “Waiting for you to finish. Luca has taxed me with er . . .waxingyou.”

“I’m sorry,what?”

Migual tilts the box so I can see the contents within it, and all I see are packages with the words ‘waxing strips’ sprawled across them. Fuck, he isn’t kidding. It’s not like he hasn’t seen my naked body time and time again, so I head over to the shower, turn the knob so the water is nice and steamy and step underneath.

Unlike usual, I take time standing under the hot water, trying to relax as much as I possibly can. When I’m done with the shower I go over to the vanity and open the drawer, seeing a blow dryer, and a curling iron next to it. There’s a brush beside it as well and a small can of hairspray.

I plug the blow dryer into the outlet and take my time brushing through my hair, ensuring every strand is dry. “You know, you could come in here while I’m curling my hair and get your job done. Kill two birds with one stone or whatever,” I mumble, sounding a bit ridiculous as I continue on. I’ve already picked up the eyeshadow palette, brushing a combination of black with a soft pink to match the color of the dress when I feel something sticky being applied at the bottom of my leg. Glancing down I see Migual listened to what I had to say. To be honest, I wasn’t sure he would come in here while I was finishing getting ready.

Over the course of another twenty minutes every hair on my body is ripped from me —or at least, that’s what it feels like. My hair comes down in loose curls and Migual is zipping up the pink tulle dress.

Migual walks me upstairs and leads me off the kitchen to one of the two living rooms that I know exist in this house. It’s dark in nature, looking like something that was taken out of an extravagant club, with long black curtains, plush velvet furniture and gold accented lighting. But there’s something different in the room, a two-by-two foot black circular pedestal sits in the middle of the room and as we venture closer I realize I’m supposed to step on it.

Migual is a couple feet taller than me and instructs me to hold my hands out to him, so I do. And in doing so I’m handcuffed again, with my hands being pulled over my head a clicking sound causes me to look up and I see there’s a hook holding my hands in place.

When Migual came down the stairs and I saw a wardrobe bag I became excited at the thought of seeing Luca again, but now here I stand, elevated on this pedestal, with my heart pounding in my chest as I await to see what’s going on here. If anything’s certain, I know something is off. But as Migual leaves the room and I spot Luca coming through one of the curtains, I instantly settle.

I shouldn’t relax at seeing him, considering the things I’ve endured while in this house . . . but I think every day I’m starting to understand a little bit more about him. He has this façade that many can’t see through of being this tough exterior man . . . but he isn’t. I mean, he is, but it’s not all he is. Luca has had tremendous trauma which has turned him into this cold man. Maybe it’s why I’m not instantly afraid of him, because in some way it’s how we relate —we’ve both been through some shit.

“Luca, what’s going on?” I inquire. However, as I ask him this question I realize he isn’t alone. A red headed beauty wearing nothing but jewels walks out from around him, looking at me while she runs her hand over his trousers, directly over his cock and my heart instantly sinks.

My gut has never led me astray, of course I should’ve known something wasn’t right.

Her hair is a muted red, not the fake type, but the all-natural red. Freckles span across her face and she has the most striking blue eyes that cause me to stare right at her. She could be Aphrodite for all I know. Luca takes a seat on the deep red velvet couch fifteen or so feet in front of me and the woman drops to her knees, opens his trousers and begins stroking his cock, all while looking up at him.

I don’t know why, but the fact she’s doing this only makes me angry. After the night we had . . . with what he was doing . . . I thought something was transpiring between the two of us. Was I wrong? Was I the only one feeling something pulling me toward him? It doesn’t make sense. Even now I want to shut my eyes and shake my head.

The woman starts to go down on Luca when I notice the curtain he came in through is shifted and a group of men come in. I count them all quickly. Four men. Four men I’ve never seen before, at that. “Brat, these are my friends. Lane, Alistair, Gregorio, and Charles.” Luca states, while admiring the woman sucking his cock.

I want to scream, to yell, to tell him he’s a fucking bastard but I know it’s no use. It would only pleasure Luca knowing he’d be getting a reaction out of me. “This lovely woman is Sybil,” He groans, surely from the way she’s making him feel, which only causes the green-eyed monster to course through me. “But don’t worry, she’s not alone. She brought two friends with her, Chasity and Kiera, who are getting stripped in the back. They’ll join us shortly.”

I remain silent, still not sure what to make of all this . . . but I feel as though I’m going to be treated just like this Sybil is. “Boys, feel free to use Brat just like I’m using Sybil,”

The chocolate haired man who looks like he could be a model forGQwalks up to me, grazing his hand across my torso. “Oh, looks like Alistair’s the first one going for her,” One of the other men behind him says.

He continues to graze his hands over the beads on my dress and the roses made from lace. He’s gentle with his touch at first, but the moment he places his second hand on me it’s like I can feel the roughness radiating through his hand, across my skin, and out of nowhere the tearing sound of fabric causes me to look down and I see he’s ripped the part that was covering my breasts, putting them on display for everyone.

Part of me wonders if he’s trying to distance himself from me, or if this might make Luca jealous in some way. God, I don’t fucking know.

One of Alistair’s hands rolls my nipple back and forth while his other one is skimming up my leg, lifting my dress just a tad, until he’s at the small of my back and pushes my ass down lower, plummeting his cock into my pussy at the same time.

I don’t know if I can believe what’s happening to me. I thought if anything Luca would let them touch me, but not let them touch me. My eyes focus on the curtain again, focusing on anything besides the man shoving his cock repeatedly inside me, grunting like it’s his first time fucking anyone. The curtain moves to the right and I see two women who look almost identical to each other. They’re tan, dark haired Spanish women. Honestly, they’re fucking beautiful.

I shift my gaze over to Luca, hoping he’ll look at me for just a moment and tell his friend to take his hands off me, but he’s too focused on Sybil’s lips wrapped around his dick. However, I notice another man comes stalking toward me, while the other two go to the women who just entered the room.

“Ah, Gregorio . . . come to join the fun, have you?” Alistair chuckles lowly, lifting up the bottom of my dress for his buddy.

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