Sua Farfalla

'Well, this shall be fun'

Alonzo's POV:

After that guy passed out, my mind travelled back to my farfalla. 

What could she be doing right now?

I was hella stressed, but mostly pissed because I'd have to wait two whole days to see her again, given today was Friday and there's no counseling on weekends.

I found myself sitting on the armchair by the window, contemplating the stars like a lovestruck girly.

It's hard to describe it, it really is, but I just feel like Jenna and I clicked in ways only movies portray. 

And I know it may all end up being nothing but a fling, but to me, right now, it feels like so much more than that. 

And I intend to hold on to it as long as I possibly can.

-

With the sound of opening doors, I forced my hooded eyes to raise only to find I had fallen asleep on the armchair. 

Blinded by the bright sun rising from the horizon, I blinked a few times before standing and stretching my body out of its tiredness.

Although I had slept on a chair instead of a bed, my muscles aren't sore at all. 

Actually, the chair was very comfortable.

One may wonder why I was put in such a luxurious cell if I was a criminal, but the truth is, this was Marti's way of apologizing to me. 

'Hey, we'll put you in jail for a crime you didn't commit so that we can save our asses, but worry not, your cell will be comfortable enough for you to waste twenty years of your life as pleasurable as possible'.

Dumbasses.

I was brought back to reality by another set of doors opening. 

Discovering the noise was coming from the cell next to mine, I quietly took a peek towards it, finding the inmate still knocked out cold, and now being dragged out of his cell by two guards who would probably take him to the prison's nursing.

Soon enough, the pavilion returned to its usual quiet self, and as if on queue, my mind started to make noise inside my head again, attacking me with all sorts of different thoughts.

-

When doors started to make noise again, I pictured the inmate being taken back to his cell, so I paid it no attention whatsoever.

To my surprise though, a guard entered my cell and motioned me to sit on the chair next to the desk, taking handcuffs out so he could imprison my hands with them.

While doing as requested, I couldn't quite understand who could possibly be visiting me on a Saturday morning.

Since my curiosity took the best out of me, I found myself asking the guard what was going on.

"Excuse me, I really don't get it. Who's here to see me? Last time I checked, not even my lawyer wanted to see me again after I accidentally broke his nose", I commented, snickering at the memory of that poor conniving bastard who wanted to squeeze money out of me every chance he got.

When I got no answer though, I looked up quizzically at the guard in front of me, only to see he was wearing exhausted eyes and a super tired and pained expression on his face.

Great, he's hungover.

Deciding to let this exquisite opportunity slide since I was gonna be a 'good inmate' now for my farfalla, I shut my mouth and let him cuff me to the desk.

He sighed deeply while turning the key on them and rubbed his face quite harshly, visibly struggling to keep his eyes open. 

With a last rattle of the keys, he put them in his back pocket and left the cell.

While I was waiting for my unexpected visitor to appear, a wicked smile made its way to my mouth once I realized the guard only turned the key once, not three times like he's supposed to for them not to easily come out.

'Well, this shall be fun', I said under my breath with an evil smirk displayed on my lips.

-

A few minutes later, the same familiar noise of doors banging met my years, and soon enough my own did the same.

I wasn't expecting to see her at all today, but there was Jenna standing at the doorway, looking at me like she hasn't seen me in ages. 

A small smile was plastered on her face, and an even bigger one was in mine.

Once the guard closed the door and she sat on the chair opposite mine, I heard her soft melodic voice talk.

"I left my house".

Alright, not what I was expecting.

"Something happened that made me understand what you said yesterday. I wouldn't survive in that house. I see it now."

I couldn't help but feel extremely happy at her revelation. 

At least I know she's out of that hellhole now, but what exactly happened to her this time?, I wondered.

"Farfalla, I'm truly happy you left that place, but you need to tell me what it is that happened that made you change your mind so quickly", I begged.

Suddenly, I saw her start to fidget with her light gray dress. 

Nervousness could be seen in every corner of her face, which only made me want to know what happened even more.

"You see", she began. "My step father walked in on me while doing stuff and tried to sexually assault me just like Roger", she explained, but as soon as she saw the pissed off expression I knew I was holding, she quickly added: "But nothing happened though! Luckily Mandy arrived early from a friend's dinner which forced Gerald to leave me alone".

I know I should be focusing on the 'tried to sexually assault me' part, but my mind couldn't help but get stuck on the 'walked in on me while doing stuff'. 

What stuff? That's what I want to know, although I think I have an idea.

"Tsk tsk, farfalla", I said huskily, taking her by surprise with the way I responded to her story. 

"What stuff were you doing exactly, huh?", I asked her.

Her cheeks involuntarily turned to a crimson red color, proving my thoughts were right.

'Here we go', I thought lustfully, knowing exactly that this time, she won't be able to tease the beast and walk away.

This time... there are no chains keeping the beast down.