Hugo knelt in front of me again, his fingers tracing a path along my jaw. “You’re a beautiful little thing,” he said, his tone mockingly soft. “Maybe I’ll keep you as a pet and prisoner after I dump Dario’s body in the street.”

I glared at him, my voice steady and defiant. “I’m already Dario’s prisoner, Hugo. And I only serve one master, and that’s Dario. I’d rather die than serve an old man with a rusty pipe between his legs.”

The words barely left my mouth before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow knocking me onto my side. Pain exploded in my cheek, blood dripping from my nose and lips.

Hugo loomed over me, his face twisted with rage. “Careful, girl,” he hissed. “That rusty pipe will fuck you right in front of your lover before I kill him. That’ll be the last thing he sees before he rots in hell.”

I stared up at him, hatred burning in my eyes. I would rather die than let this man in between my legs. Dario would come. He had to.

90 days with my billionaire ex

My eyes slowly went opens and my head began to pick a race. God! What a pounding headache. I tried to rub my head with my hand but then my hands feels heavy and I can't lift it. I looked at my hands and realized I've been restrained to some sort of wall. What? What's going on here? I dragged the chains try to free myself but the handcuffs are securely looked on the walls. 


I tried screening but my mouth had been covered with some leather gag, I don't know. I loved around me trying to guess where I am but there's no clue. This room is dark with dim lights and it's difficult to see anything around. I began to panick with fear. I can't seem to control my breathing. I think am having an attack. The claustrophobia! 


What happened? Why am I here? Who put me in here? I suddenly remembered being shot by Dario on the beach when I was trying to escape. I began to panick even more. Am I dead? I'm sure he shot at me. I felt it and I passed out. If so then where I am? 


Angry Dario