s*x And Gambit

2: The man

Yesterday was a day in my life I never expected to happen. Frankly, I did not know what to call my situation. Has someone taken me hostage? But he is my boyfriend. Was my boyfriend. I could call it kidnapping because he held me against my will, seized my phone and threatened me with a gun.

After he told me his full name like it was supposed to make a meaning to me , he left. Leaving me in his big room. Since all these months of us dating, I did not know what his room looked like. I just know his queen size bed, green duvet and silver chandelier. I never had the time to notice his room was 4 times bigger than my hostel dorm.

Looking around, I realized Marcel must have a thing for the color green. His night stands were golden brown and green. The walls were plain mint green, matching with the dark green curtain. Everything he owned was green, except for me.

"This can't be happening," I said to myself.

I could not just let myself stay on the floor all the way. I knew it should be afternoon, but what time? Foundation of private law should have started and because of this nuthead, I would miss my class.

I searched the room to realize that he had left my bag, but he left with my phone. Was he thinking that I would call for help after getting showed me a gun? Yes, big yes I would.

Hungry, not sure of the time, I got to the door.

I wasn't expecting it to be open, but it was. I had a feeling Marcel left it open to test me, but I was determined not to be trafficked without a fight. My prints should be around, whatever happens to me.

As usual, the house was enormous.

The sage green interior seems bright as always. Despite my efforts to remain composed, terror overwhelmed me as the color seeped into my soul. Making me feel at home and on edge at the same time.

Walking pass few rooms, I took the stair down to meet a mean-looking man. He had his gaze fixed on me for a while before absolutely ignoring me. It was like I went invisible, leaving me paranoid and more at ease.

I need to get out of here!

My next thought was to get to the ground floor and escape. I needed to, to alert police or anyone. Something tells me that Marcel must be into a very dangerous business. Maybe a criminal or something close.

Subconsciously, I dodged someone. I didn't get to see his face or what he looked like but I was sure he was a man he but he doesn't sound nice giving orders to someone. After that man, I kept dodging any other person, hoping to just get out.

I knew this house so well. I had come here a few times in six months, but today seems different. It was like I haven't seen all often house and these men kept increasing. A part of me felt like something bad would happen and I was looking forward to it.

Hungry, tired, and scared, I continue to avoid everyone I see, but what I didn't understand was why no one cake to look for me yet. I left the room a long time ago. He should be back.

Well, since no one cares, escaping would be epic...

It surely would.

My eyes open in pure surprise as I saw what I just saw.

"Well, well."

I gasped as I blinked to make sure hungry wasn't making me see things. In my whole life, I have never seen so much money really, especially not scattered on the floor like waste.

If I knew anything right, it would be to escape, but I need money, a lot to get my phone, too.

Getting closer, I noticed a crack. From the corner of my eyes I could see another room. The door was half open enough for me to see almost everything in the room.

"You can't fvcking do that!" I heard Marcel yelled.

Clearly, all I could see was that weird man. The man watching me masturbate yesterday. Gosh! I felt so embarrassed. Till now.

"cazzate! " He yelled.

When learning a new language, remember to learn the bad words first. Funny how bullshit/cazzate was the very first I learned.

"cazzate! No! " He yelled again.

I was taken aback by this man, knowing that cazzate is a cuss word. He seems to strange. His aura, his calmness, that look in his eyes. It was the same yesterday.

Although I couldn't see all his expression now but yesterday was top-notch. The emptiness and yet amusement in his eyes. It was like he liked what he was, like he liked my fingers thrusting in and out of my wet frustrated pvssy.

Damn!

I should not be thinking about that. I should not even be feeling like this now.

That feeling of want, like I need it, hit and hard in between my legs. Without looking, I knew I was wet. Wetter than anytime I have been in my life.

Marcel's voice of him talking in Italian moved my attention back. His yelling, I could even hear him throwing things.

Calmly, even when Marcel was still yelling, the man began to talk in Italian. He was so calm that one would think he didn't want to wake a sleeping child, but his face said otherwise. He maintains his calmness and keeps talking until Marcel's voice fades away.

'This man is savage'

His neck snap towards my direction and we locked gaze.

I almost melted.

This man looked dangerously hot. The kind of man you would run from, but when he wants you to be a good girl, you would want to be your best for him.

"You know I want you to show early and fix things. You have to make yourself useful for once instead of your usual failure," the man said. It seems like he wanted me to see him break Marcel.

From where I stood, Marcel won't be able to see me. I already imagined him still fussing, trying not to break more things.

Maybe this man was his boss, or a business partner. He just looked like someone with so much authority that when he looked at me, I felt invisible.

His accent was inimitable, giving him a mob king vibe or just a scary bad person.

"The Alonso's would be there. Including her and Didi"

He looked away from me, like he didn't see me at all. What's up with his man?

First he saw me naked and left without saying a word and now he just liked at me like... He is a ghost? Nah! marcel could see him too.

"Bring that giocattolo too” He smirked as he began to walk out of the room.

Terrified, I ran.

Stumbling all the way back to Marcel's room and never looking back. I only realize I had run back without any money when I already closed the door.

I had barely calmed myself when the door burst open and Marcel revealed himself. He was holding a tray and a bottle of water in the other hand.

Damn, I forgot I haven't eaten.

Without being told, I sat up and began to eat when he placed the food in front of my face. The Insalata di Riso was something nice really needed, each bite bringing me to reality and why Marcel was staring at me the way he was.

"My father call and we have to be at the party earlier. Like morning tomorrow," He said.

I knew he was lying.

That man wasn't old enough to be his dad. I would say age mates, brother, cousins, but he wasn't even old enough to be his father.

Yet, I just nodded.

"My father is a strict man. He loves to do with time and... " He moved my hair off my face "He also asks to see you in person".

I gulped.

Why would that man want to see me?

Wasn't I already in enough trouble for being Marcel's s*x mate?!

(giocattolo/ plaything. cazzate/bullshit)