Page 56 of Alessia
SLAP.
I’m hit right on my cheek and my head whips to the side. Tears sting in my eyes and my cheek feels heated. I can taste the blood in my mouth and spit again, this time on the floor beside me.
“Who the fuck are you and what do you want from me?” my tone laced with venom.
“Oh, so Alessia’s whore has a big mouth on her.”
“Yeah, got a problem with that? Now, who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Gianni, you have probably heard of me, especially after my little gift last week.” His tone is condescending, like he’s talking to a child.
“Oh, you’re the asshole who thought it would be funny to paint a literal bullseye on me. Thank you for that by the way.”
“Yeah…” He sighs. “Seeing as Alessia didn’t want to play nice, I had to bring you here, to Rome. Maybe now she’ll follow my lead. That is…” His voice trails off.
“That is… What?” I ask.
“That is if she ever finds out where you are of course.”
Terror fills my stomach, of course she will never find me. She probably still thinks I’m in Los Angeles, or at least within the US borders. I need to find a way to get out of here, sooner rather than later, before I really end up dead.
I look around me and it’s now that I notice multiple minions around the room.
Gianni crouches down in front of me.
“You see, Harper, I thought of a fun little game you and I could play with Alessia. It’s like a scavenger hunt so maybe one day she will find you. The question remains whether you will be alive, or if it is just your body that she’ll find. Until then my men get to have some fun with you.”
“YOU SICK MOTHERF-” Another blow lands across my face before I can finish my insult. I channel all my hatred for him into my eyes before the bag is placed over my head again.
I hear Gianni walk out of the room and the door closes behind me. Strange, calloused hands caress my skin. Bile creeps up my throat. Another pair of hands touch my crotch and I hear the click of a Polaroid camera. The minions laugh among themselves and fingers penetrate me. I can’t keep the bile down anymore and puke inside the bag that’s over my head.
“Goddammit, she puked herself! Oi, you! Go get a bucket of water and tear that piece of cloth over there.” Someone says.
The bag is pulled from my head and within an instant I’m covered in ice cold water. My vision is blurry and before it becomes clear a piece of cloth is pulled back over my eyes and tied behind my head.
“We’re not done with you yet, you dirty slut. My friend here is going to give you something else to gag on.”
Tears wet my blindfold, this can’t be happening to me.
“I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours now. If you bite me, you’ll get a bullet between your eyes.”
I feel the steel nuzzle of a gun pressed to my forehead.
“Open wide slut, I like it when they cry for me.”
His dick slaps against my lips and hands grip my jaw to pull my mouth open. I thrash against the back of the chair, trying anything to make them stop but nothing works. The blindfold isnow completely drenched with my tears. I can hear the men grunting.
“Oh fuck… I’m going to cum” The man before me grunts. Bile rises up again and I heave against his dick.
“Fucking hell, I want to paint those titties.” Another man next to me says and seconds later I feel warm drops land on my chest. I heave again and the guy attached to the dick in my mouth starts shaking.
“Yes, little slut, that’s it!”
I can feel his cum spurt into my mouth. He pulls his dick out and holds my mouth shut.
“Be a good whore and swallow.’ His voice dripping with disdain.
I wildly shake my head. He pinches my nose until I have no other option than to swallow and breathe. He releases me and within seconds the contents of my stomach are on the floor.
