RopeBurn
"This time,
please someone come and rescue me
'Cause you on my mind,
it's got me losing it"
Chapter Nineteen
Punishment
Elvira
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"Inside. It's a metaphor, Micetta." He pulled out his phone and placed an earbud in his ear. "I would have thought you were smart enough to understand that."
"Are you questioning my intelligence?"
"I'm questioning your ability to sense a metaphor. I would never question your intelligence." Marco turned in his seat so that his body was facing my own. His honey brown eyes captivated mine.
"I would never question your intelligence." I mocked.
The corners of his lips tugged upwards into a smile, and laughter escaped between the two folds. For the first time since being in Marcos presence I laughed as well. Something was pleasurable to me about him not being uptight.
"Oh you'll regret that." He spoke quickly, making it hard for me to really understand what he was talking about. Soon his focus shifted from me to his phone. What was he listening to that could break his attention from me?
"What?" no response.
The ride felt longer now that it was aided with silence. Each person passing us by was a taunt to me that I couldn't speak to them. I was trapped within this car just as I had been in the house.
Even if I was outside of this metal beast my voice was put under restrictions. I had failed my attempt with the lady in the dressing room, and my gut warned me against taking a risk like that so soon after a failed attempt.
I had to sit back and ask myself, was my escape really worth my families lives? Would Marco kill them or was it all just a bluff? Surely if he wanted any chance with me romantically he wouldn't slaughter the people I loved.
Then again he already seemed confused on what love was. You didn't kidnap someone with the idea of killing them off just to proclaim your love for them days later.
"Elvira." His voice snapped me back to reality. "We're here, come along now." Marco had opened my door for me, his hand extended outwards for me to grab onto.
I had gotten so caught up in my thoughts I really didn't even notice that the car had stopped moving. "I can leave the vehicle on my own." When I tried to do so Marco took my arm and wrapped it in his own before lifting me from the car. The man that was driving shut the door behind me after I exited the vehicle.
"Be ready for us Dante, I'll alert you when we are on our way." Dante was slim compared to Marco. He was also incredibly young, probably around Laurence's age. What was he doing wrapped up in all of this?
"You look beautiful in that dress. It matches your skin perfectly." Marco bent down to my ear to speak to me, as though he was too embarrassed of me to say it out loud.
"Metete un palo por el culo" My tone was seductive, one to mislead him of the words true intentions.
(Shove a stick up your ass)
"Ti pentirai di aver aperto bocca, amore mio." Marcos tone mimicked my own. I didn't know what it meant, but knowing him it was either a threat or something sexual. or both.
(You are going to regret opening your mouth, My love.)
A line into the restaurant stretched from the front doors to the side of the building. Each person in line dressed in expensive gowns or suits. Nice watches and diamond earrings told me that this wasn't just some fast food restaurant. This was a place for the rich.
Marco evidently was rich enough to enter. Even more rich than the people waiting in line. He walked past them, walking through the front doors and speaking to the Host in Italian.
What I couldn't understand was when Marco requested to sit in the center of the restaurant. Like he was putting me on display for everyone around us to see. I could scream, tell everyone that I had been kidnapped. Though would they even listen? Hell, they'd think it was nothing more than a performance.
Even if I did somehow make it out of the restaurant who was to say Marco wouldn't kill my family? The more time I had to think about it the more I dwell on it.
The menu was completely Italian, I really could only understand things that translated back to Spanish. Even then, I couldn't be sure that they meant the same thing. Italian was a completely different language. "Do you see anything you'd like?" He didn't even spare his menu a passing glance. Either he knew what he wanted or he didn't trust me enough to look down for a second.
"It's all in Italian, Marco. I can't read it."
"Would you like me to pick one for you?" He leaned back against the booth chair, spreading his legs apart ever so slightly. "I know enough about your food pallet to know what you will and won't like."
Of course he did. There was very little about myself that he didn't know. "And if I don't like what you pick?"
"Then you can rub it in my face that I'm not well informed on your eating habits." He gave me a glare. "For Christ's sakes Elvira, you can just send it back. This is a restaurant not a goddamn cooking championship."
"Fine whatever." I leaned back against the booth wall and crossed my arms over my chest. The waiter came and took our orders, though he only spoke to Marco. It was as if I didn't even exist.
"How was your day, Micetta?" Marco turned his attention back to me, leaning up against the table with his forearms both flat against it.
"It was fine.." his demeanor was worrying. The way he leaned in as if to corner me further than I already was.
A smile crept onto his face, one that held anything but happiness. It was void, one to hide anger. "Oh was it? Did you enjoy yourself?" His right hand began to drum onto the table with his fingers.
"What is this about Marco?" We both knew what it was about. What I didn't understand was how he even knew what I did?
Why wait until now to say something? He had ample opportunity to do something to me in the back of the car. He could have just taken me back to the house. So why drag me all the way out here?
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Marco pulled a black Iphone out of his pocket and clicked play. "I need you to call 911. My name is Elvira Valentina. I work for the FBI and I have been kidnapped by that man out there. His name is Marco Russo, and he is holding me captive." I recognized my own voice. I had said it previously that day, but how did he get it?
"Do you know what this means Elvira?" I stared blankly at him, my mind riddled with countless amounts of possibilities. Perhaps it meant I was dead. I'd wake up with my feet in a block of cement and only have a moment to breathe before I was thrown into the water. Maybe he'd strangle me and cremate my body to rid of evidence.
When no answer came from me he pulled out what appeared to be a remote and spoke again. "It means that you are going to be punished for betraying me, Micetta." He clicked the button and instantly I could feel the vibrations pulsing between my legs.
The vibrations caused my body to convulse, and then buckle over. It suddenly became more obvious to me as to why Marco made it so important I wore the clothes he laid out.
I was wearing a dress though, giving myself an open areas to remove the vibrating underwear. When I reached down and plucked the hem of my underwear from against my skin I heard a gun click. Marco had it out on the table, pointing to me with a grin.
"Move your hands Elvira." I did so quickly, my thighs quickly coming together to try and dull the vibrations. Though it seemed to only make it worse for me. "Either you serve out your punishment like a good girl or I'll give you a different one. One that ends in bloodshed. Pick your poison." I laid my palms flat against the table, my hands shaking involuntarily.
"Turn it down Marco, please.." I pleased, my voice held no authority nor could I steady it. Little beads of wetness collected around my heat, each dampening the buzzing fabric.
"No Elvira. I want to watch you struggle. To claw at this table while you ache to touch yourself, to give yourself that quick release.." he paused, pressing another button. I wrapped my feet together and held in a moan threatening to escape. How much longer could I keep this up? "But you're going to endure this. You chose to betray me, and I'm going to teach you never to do it again."
The waiter sat our food onto the table, and quickly left us behind. "Go ahead, eat." He grabbed his knife and twirled it in his hand. When I didn't move he pressed another button.
Unlike before I was unable to hold back the moan from my lips. It echoed throughout the building, heads turning to look at me. "Tsk tsk, can't you be a bit more quiet Micetta? You don't want to bother our guests do you?"
By now my underwear had been soaked. I craved to reach down and touch myself, to pump my fingers in and out of my core in order to get a release. This was demeaning, cruel.
And I liked it.
I picked up the fork with trembling hands and took a bite of the pasta. The second my lips opened another moan escaped from them. This time it was quieter, one filled with pleads for it all to end. Marco only turned it up, the vibrator now loud enough to hear.
My clit had become overly stimulated. I could now begin to feel this itch, a feeling deep within me that wanted more. It was hot, like a burning feeling. I slammed my fist against the table, the plates clattering from the impact. "Please Marco!"
"Say you're sorry, Micetta." He pressed the button again. The vibrations becoming so strong that they shook the bench beneath me. I arched my back so that my ass was pressed firmly against the wooden bench. The sound seemed to only grow louder, but I didn't even care.
I ground my hips against the surface, rubbing myself against the vibrating underwear in hopes that I may get a release quicker. "I'm sorry.." I slurred, a moan quickly following after it. "I'll behave, gaah.. dammit Marco!"
He turned it up more. The restaurant seemed to quiet while they watched, but my focus was anywhere but on them. Half of them wouldn't even understand me, nor did they know who I was. Who fucking cared if they saw me?
Let them watch.
"Tell me how you're going to be a good little girl." He turned it all the way up, my body trembling at the raw pleasure I was enduring. My legs constantly shifted, my hands beating against the table in a fit over not being able to please myself.
"I'll be a good girl Marco - Fuck!" I leaned back, my back hitting the booth with a thud. The skin between my thighs was now slick with sweat and arousal. I rubbed them together, once again hoping to move the process along.
I had reached my peak, the itch finally rose to the surface so that it could be handled when the vibrations stopped. My orgasm was completely ruined, and based on the smug expression it was Marcos plan from the beginning.
"A good little girl you are indeed." Marco leaned back against the booth.
My pants were heavy as I struggled to both comprehend the situation and catch my breath from it. I had just let him walk all over me for a orgasm that he eventually denied me access too.
I was going to fucking kill him.
"You are the most.." I clenched my jaw, trying everything in my might to hold my tongue. I never have been one to spare someone from my thoughts.
"I am what Elvira?" He titled his head, before leaning over the table once again. "I'll tell you what I am. I'm the very thing keeping your family alive. I'm paying for their bills, your Abuela's surgeries. I'm putting your nephew into a good school. I'm keeping you fed. You may think I am just some monster Elvira, but I haven't showed you what monster means."
Like most things in my life I didn't think through the next decision. I was both sexually frustrated and furious that any rational thoughts within my brain left. I grabbed my pasta from my plate in a large handful and threw it at his face. For a moment I saw shock, which was quickly crowded over with anger.
What was he going to do, turn back on the vibrator?
"Get up." His voice was loud, the loudest I have ever heard from him. When I didn't stand he moved from his seat and grabbed my arm. "We're leaving." With his free hand he wiped the pasta from his face.
"I ought to fuck you senseless for pulling something like that. Do you want me to kill your family?" His words meant nothing to me. How could I trust that he would hurt them when he just explained he was helping them? Hell, how did I know If any of it was true?
"You're going to regret this Micetta. Solitary confinement isn't something you'll enjoy-" his words were cut short.
The moment we stepped foot from the glass doors a shot rang out. At first I didn't even know who it hit, until I reached to feel the new wet spot near my shoulder. When I looked down at my hands I saw that they were stained red. "Marco?" I lifted my head to look at him, before falling back. Whatever happened next seemed to be blurry.
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