His Terms, My surrender

Chapter Four

He nodded to one of his henchmen, who stepped forward to investigate the noise. “Go check it out,” Theo ordered.

The henchman nodded and strode toward to hallway, his footsteps echoing off the walls. A moment later, he returned, his expression neutral. “It's your mother, sir,” he reported. “She broke a vase. She says it was an accident.”

Theo's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in annoyance. "Take Sofia to her room," he ordered the henchman, his voice firm and commanding. “I'll deal with her later."

The henchman nodded and approached me, his movements swift and efficient. I stood, my heart racing with anticipation, as he escorted me out of the room and up the stairs to a grand bedroom.

As I entered the room, I couldn't help but silently thank Theo's mother for her timely interruption. The situation had been escalating quickly, and her presence had provided a much-needed reprieve. The luxury of the bedroom did little to calm my nerves, but it was a temporary sanctuary from Theo's unsettling presence.

From below, I could hear Theo's voice, calm and collected. "Mother, what brings you here? You know you should have called before coming."

“Can’t I surprise my son again?” his mother asked, a hint of playful annoyance in her voice.

"Mother, I... I just thought you were someone else," Theo said, his voice trailing off.

His mother's tone turned serious. "There wouldn't be a need for all this if he didn't follow in his father's footsteps. I swear, Theo, sometimes I think you're more like him than you realize. You're just as ruthless, just as power-hungry."

Theo's voice was firm. "Mother, let's not discuss this now. We'll talk about it later."

His mother's voice dripped with disdain. "Fine, keep playing the mafia kingpin, Theo. But don't think for a second that I don't know what you're doing. I know all about the business you're in. And I know you're putting yourself in danger every day."

I listened intently, my heart racing with excitement. Theo's mother knew he was a mafia boss, and she wasn't afraid to call him out on it.

As their voices faded away, I was left standing alone in the opulent bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts and questions. I walked over to the window, looking out at the perfectly manicured gardens below.

I looked out the window at the beautiful garden.

It was very pretty, with nice grass and colorful flowers. I felt calm and happy.

"I love gardens," I said to myself. "They make me feel alive."

I remember my childhood, playing in my mom's garden. It was my favorite place.

But this garden was different. It was perfect, but it didn't feel warm and loving like my mom's garden. It felt like a show, to prove how rich and powerful Theo was.

I felt a little sad. I missed my mom's garden and the happy feelings it gave me. I wondered if I would ever find that again.

As I stood there, lost in thought, I heard the sound of the door opening behind me. I turned to see one of the henchmen

standing in the doorway, a tray of food in his hands.

“Theo ordered me to bring you something to eat.”

“I am not hungry,” I said even though I was hungry.

“It wasn’t a request, it was a command.”

I reluctantly took the tray from the henchman, feeling a sense of unease at being told what to do. I took the tray down on a small table by the window and looked at the food. It was a sandwich, some fruit, and a bottle of water.

The henchman stood by the door, watching me. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, so I turned back to the window. I looked at the garden again, feeling a sense of longing. I wished I could be there, walking in the fresh air and feeling the sun on my face.

But I was trapped here, in this sumptuous prison.

I heard the henchman clear his throat, and I turned to face him. “Theo will come for you soon,” he said, his voice authoritative. “Be ready.” He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. I was alone again, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down but I could not remove the feelings I had within me. His mother’s words kept echoing in my mind- “ruthless,” “power-hungry,” “mafia boss.” What had I gotten myself into?

I finished my meal, feeling a sense of unease still lingering inside me. I looked around the room, trying to find something to distract me from my thoughts. My eyes landed on an old sketchpad that had been left on a nearby shelf. I walked over to it, feeling a sudden nostalgia. I hadn't drawn for years. I grabbed a pencil and drew the gardens below, allowing my thoughts to roam. My peace of mind, though, was short-lived because I heard footsteps outside my room. My pencil was just above the page when I froze.

I jumped at the sound of the knock on the door and took a second before I yelled, "Come in." With a bland expression, the henchman who had earlier given me lunch entered the room. His voice firm, "Theo said I should come get you."

I followed him without hesitation but my heart was pounding. We walked down the stairs and through the winding hallways of the mansion, eventually arriving at a room. The henchman pushed it open and gestured for me to enter.

As I reluctantly stepped into the room, my jaws dropped and my eyes widened in shock. The room was filled with various tools and restraints hanging on the walls. It was a b**m playroom. Whips, cuffs, and other instrument of control and submission were displayed like trophies.

The room was covered in a deep, dark red. The walls were painted in this rich color, making the room feel intense and dramatic. The lighting was soft, giving a warm glow.

The focal point of the room was a big elegant mattress was the main feature. It had a tall, padded headboard covered in red fabric. The bed was dressed with swanky bed sheets and pillows. Above the bed, was a neon sign with the words "please, master" and an image of bound hands- its presence both jarring and provocative.

The furniture was dark wood, adding to the rich and fancy feel. There were deep, plush chairs in the corners, perfect for sitting and relaxing. The room smelled faintly of expensive cologne and leather

Theo stood by the window, looking out at the city skyline. He turned when heard me enter, his expression unreadable. “You can go now,” he said to the henchman, his voice carrying a tone of authority that booked on argument.

The henchman gave a curt nod and quickly exited the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Theo’s eyes locked onto me as he stepped closer. His smirk widened as he took in my nervous stance. “We both know what’s next,” he said, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

He reached for a drawer, pulling out a set of cuffs, the metal gleaming in the soft light. “Are you ready for our little game?”