Page 47 of The Filth Kings

“You’ve made this easier than I thought it would be. I’m glad you decided to be a stubborn bitch…just so I can own you.” He sneered.

“You won’t get away with this shit! I’ll never fold, Detavio, I might grow weak because I’m sexually?—”

“A freak ass bitch! That’s what you are. I don’t have to remind you, you already know it. I will explore anything that I want to that’s concerning or apart of you…you belong to me, you won’t be able to step foot out of this pit until you utter those particular words. You—are—mine!” He took a seat at the edge of the bed and tilted his head to the side.

“Look to the left of you, Angel.” He nodded his head for me to look.

I turned my head slowly and noticed more knives carved sleekly in another clear glass box with a golden lock on top. I looked down at my feet and noticed that I was suspended six inches away from the concrete. What I was chained up to was still unknown, but it was very uncomfortable.

“You will never own me!” Tears glided down my cheeks.

“I already have owned your mind for the past month or two. Whenever you start posting false narratives about me, that’s when I started to own you. That’s when the dreams started, that pussy never got as wet as it did before Detavio Decebal came to mind.” He smirked.

“False narratives?” I asked in disbelief.

“Look at me, look at what you’ve been doing to me! You’ve been watching me sleep! Tasting my pussy while I dream! Stalking me! You fucked me in a dirty dark alley! Brought me back to sick ass Arkville just to chain me to a wall and tell me that I belong to you! I can only imagine what all of those other innocent women went through! You are a fucking monster, a terrible soulless fuckin’ creature that belongs behind bars! I?—”

“Shut the fuck up!” He roared.

“You don’t know shit about me! You know nothing, Angel. Absolutely nothing! You will find out very soon, though. You’re not in Arkville. Trust me, you never want to go there. You need to be thanking me. If it weren’t for me then Impurity would’ve had all of your organs on ice by now. I can make a good penny off of them for myself, if you don’t learn your place in my house. I’m giving you an opportunity here…” His words trailed off.

I swallowed down hard as I repeated his words in my head.

“An opportunity?” I repeated in disbelief.

“Yes, just that. I will let you interview the women that I have staying here in my home. There will be no recording, but your first interview will be with Kourtney. I call her my Wet Nurse. She’s been here for over a year, contracted through my lawyer. The second interview will be with Maylee, my assistant who is also contracted. They have agreed to sit and interview with you, only if…” Detavio stopped talking as the corners of his lips stretched into a wide smile.

I waited a couple of seconds as my heartbeat thudded loudly in my eardrums. There was no way that he was just giving me these interviews without expecting something in return.

“Only if what?” I asked cautiously.

“They get to have fun with you while I watch. You see, Angel…I enjoy a lot of sex. I don’t stick my dick in a lot of women’s pussies, however, I stick it in a lot of women’s mouths. They all have sexy plump lips like you, but none of them are the shape of you and that’s why I think you have become my favorite. Lots of meat on those bones of yours. You have so much ass with the perfect amount of titties for my hands to grab onto. Your juices are sweet, even when you piss yourself. You get so wet for me, although you’re stubborn. My stubborn little pussy.” He grunted.

“Why so many women?” I cleared my throat.

Here I was chained up and told how a bunch of strange women were getting ready to explore my body just for an interview and I felt myself getting hot all over. His filthy choice of words, the way his eyes devoured me, although I probably looked a mess right now, turned me on…when it shouldn’t have.

“Hyperspermia.” He uttered one word and it sounded like a disease.

“What?” I frowned my face up in confusion.

“I nut—A LOT. It’s an excessive amount of nut. If I don’t release at least once every two hours the buildup is intense, almost painful, which can turn into anger for me. So the plentiful of women are here for a reason…they want to be here. I don’t own any of them…But you…I will own.” He stood up.

My eyes widened as my heart skipped a beat. I tried to wrap my mind around what he just told me. I wondered if this was the reason why he acted the way that he did.

“So you will have a chance to clean yourself…over in that corner behind that mirror. Place your hand on it, and it opens up into a small bathroom. Maylee and Kourtney will be here first thing in the morning. Someone will bring you breakfast, you have about three hours to rest.” Detavio stated like he had all of this rehearsed.

“What about clothes? I’m going to need clothes.” I proposed.

“You won’t need any clothes.” He stepped in front of me.

His masculine woodsy scent traveled up my nose as he reached for my right wrist. Silence. I could feel the weight that lifted from both wrists. He unlocked and maneuvered the thick heavy chain that wrapped around my legs and torso quietly. The moment the chains fell to the ground with a loud clatter, I fell down to the cold floor before I could even make sense of it. He allowed me to drop and hadn’t bothered to help me up.

Detavio’s dark emotionless eyes were fixed on me with a detached calm. He eyed me like I was just another object to be disposed of or manipulated. I was nothing but another piece to his twisted games. I bowed my head as I tried to steady my breathing. How dare he! Anger pulsed through my veins. I felt hotter than all the shame and humiliation that he was sure to bring for however long he kept me in this so-called pit.

I looked down at my bruised wrists that was the color purple and red. I twisted them. I could still feel the remnants of the chains that had marked me.

“When will you let me go?” I asked through gritted teeth.

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