The Second Chance - Mafia

Man or monster?

LANEY

Andre escorts me back to the cell room, once I’m back in the small, damp cold room I glance around at what surroundings I can see In this light. My tray of food lay on the mattress that I didn’t touch. I haven’t ate much at all since being confined in this room, with only my thoughts to keep me company.

I lean against the wall, slowly dropping to my bum touches the floor, i burry my head in my hands and close my eyes tightly. A stray tear escapes from my eye making its way down my cheek until it pools at the end of my face, dripping from my chin to the concrete floor. I think back to the show I’ve just seen upstairs. He’s a monster. Absolutely evil. What he’s doing to that man now isn’t worth thinking about. He wanted me to watch on purpose, so I could see the man he is. Well he doesn’t have to worry about that, i saw the man he is. He’s shown me clear as day. He’s a monster. A cruel, manipulative, evil human being.

One question lingers in my mind. Why did he send me out? If he wanted to show me what kind of animal he is, if he wanted to prove to me that he’s a monster. If that was his plan, why did he bottle it last minute and send me out before he got to the real business? It makes me wonder, is he all monster?

I sit on the floor tormenting myself for hours questioning his actions. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the door open, glancing up I see him, I avert my eyes instantly and look back down towards the floor. He doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing here’s he stands awkwardly in the door way. Rocking slightly. He clears his throat to gain my attention however I continue to look at the ground. “You haven’t ate your food.” His voice finally sounds out. I ignore his question or statement if you like. This only seems to anger him. “What have I told you about ignoring me?” Again I ignore his question, or statement which ever it is. I don’t want to engage with him at all. I don’t care if it angers him at this point. Although I’m not looking at him I can almost feel the heat from his angry body. “Do I have to teach you a lesson?” I continue to ignore him. Before I know it I’m lifted up onto his shoulder, I let out a yelp of shock, he carries me from the room, my prison. I have no idea where he’s taking me. But to be honest, I don’t care anymore.

Once he turns to his office I know straight away where we’re heading, he takes the stairs down to his basement room confirming my thoughts. Once in his room he flicks the light switch on, placing me down on my feet I stand starring down at the floor. “Are you still ignoring me?” He asks, curious to see if his small scare tactic worked, either that. Or he’s hoping I am so he can continue on with whatever sick twisted thoughts he’s having right now. I continue to ignore him. Knowing it’s annoying him even more. He decides that’s enough. He grabs me by the back of my neck, causing me to jump forward in shock. Not giving me anytime to process the situation he drags me to the spanking bench. Placing me across it I struggle against him, however he’s too strong for me, he ties my wrists and ankles down so I’m left stood bent over the bench with my arms open and tied at each side of me, my ankles tied at each leg of the bench. He yanks my skirt up and with one yank rips my underwear from me. I don’t fight it anymore, I feel a warming sensation make it’s way to my core, my stomach tingling in anticipation. *SMACK* the first slap takes me by surprise. I jolt against my restraints letting out a small yelp. The sensation in my core builds, a feeling I am becoming very accustomed too. The excitement, the need, I find myself pleading in my mind for some more contact from him, *SMACK* when he delivers I can’t help but let a small moan escape my mouth. I quickly swallow it back to try to undo what just happened I don’t want him to know how much my body is enjoying this. But I fear it’s too late, silence falls upon the room. He’s stood, thinking. He suddenly unties me. I can’t help but feel disappointed. Is that all? I stand and look at him. He steps to the side. Is he allowing me to leave? I stand, watching him closely, trying to work out what happened. My face must show some of my confusion as he studies me back. Something takes over me, the fire in the pit of my stomach growing. The hunger growling at me from within. I step up to him, suddenly the memories of what he has done, the monster he is has vanished and all I’m left with is the gorgeous man in front of me. Who can stir up these crazy feelings inside me. I lean up to his face, brushing my lips against his. “Are we done here?” I breathe out against his lips. He shuts his eyes tightly, sharply inhaling. He’s fighting within. He opens his eyes, stepping back he turns his back to me. “Go. Back to your room.” I’m now very aware of the rejection. The anger bubbles within me. The hurt, the disappointment, mixed with the desire within. I scoff “which room? My prison cell?” He turns to face me, his eyes narrow. He steps up to me “your bedroom. Now.” His eyes darken. I don’t back down, maintaining my just as pissed off look right back at him. I push past him, as I get to the staircase I turn to him, he’s still facing the other way. “f**k you Becker.” On that note I turn on my heel and storm up the staircase not allowing him the chance to respond. Once I shove my way out of his office I make my way back to my ‘bedroom’ on my way I pass a blonde girl, young. Stunning. Wearing next to nothing. She turns to Beckers office, making her way in. I bet she’s his f**k for tonight. For some reason the anger boils within me. I feel so many emotions stirring around inside me. I shut the door to my room and run to the shower. Dropping myself down underneath the falling water I sit and cry. Overcome with feelings and confusion.

What is happening to me?