I collapse into Luca’s chest, panting from my intense release. Luca gazes at the ceiling, his stare lost amidst the red cave lights looking down at him. His chest rises and falls gently, lulling me into his calm embrace.
Luca’s fingertips graze my skin, tracing my thighs to my buttocks. He rubs the bruised surface, earning a wince from me.
“Does it hurt?”, he asks, still rubbing the spot to soothe the throbbing sensation.
I nod subtly into his chest, a tear running down my cheek as memories of the torture flood back into my head.
“Good..that should teach you”, he mutters, his warm breath tickling my ears.
He pushes himself up from his seat, the chair grunting as he does so. My trembling hands fly to his neck, clinging on for dear life.
Luca’s hands encircle around my waist to keep m
