TAKE ME I'M YOURS

ELIO

"No one can save you."

The words echoed as the silence took root from the screams that had been echoing through the room splattered with the blood of my victims. Those four walls had seen more than any of Russia's worst prisons. Fresh blood slowly dripped into more dried blood that would take weeks to scrub off. The air was clogged with the smell of urine, blood, and stool but I did not mind. I grew to like such smells because they meant I was doing my work right. A frown pulled on my face as I stared down at the man whose skin was peeling off with each split second.

He and I had such fun. It was going for three hours since we'd begun. I never rushed it, I always took my time and made it last.

His body was a bloodied mess and littered with holes where my worms had eaten away at him bit by bit. I adored my little beasts. They looked harmless when bottled but as soon as I brought them out to play in my homemade chamber of torture, that was when the music began.

I liked to put my victims in, strapping them onto an adjustable stainless-steel table. I'd pour my little beasts on their naked skin then close the small chamber right after. The darkness added to the fear of my victims before the real torture begun as the bloodthirsty worms dug in from every direction. Each victim would feel the worms wiggle through their body, there being no way to get them out.

My eyes ran back to Victor. I did not know why Victor found himself in my chamber and I did not care. All I did was read a list, find, and kill then go home to commit more sin. A shiver ran down his body in every second, pain running through his fragile frame yet he was too tired to even whimper anymore. His head hung heavy, his voice having abandoned him. My dick twitched, and I rolled my shoulders to ease the fatigue that was starting to set on them. Forty-two hours I had been in that room. I never left work hanging, seventy-two men having been dealt with through those hours. Those that I warned left more ghosts than alive and I was sure they would never cross us again.

I let my eyes flutter closed as I gently rolled my stiff neck. Not a single word had been uttered in these hours. The blood had wrapped around my body into a conti-suit to hide away my tattooed skin. My hair was heavy from all the congealed blood that dried over the hours. There was nothing to play with anymore, the grim reaper having grabbed Victor by the balls. His body tittered on the edge of oblivion. I slowly trudged over to the right corner of the room, pulling a knife from the tool table before walking back to him. I could barely recognize my victim. He barely had any skin left. He was mostly just blood, tissue, and muscle.

The knife was brought up, slitting his throat just as fast with barely any blood dripping out. The body fell limp, a life that could have been lived longer, cut short. I angled my head, deciding to leave him there for a while. I turned to my workstation, slowly clearing my tools to the sinks where I began washing them with much care. Each one was sterilized and cleaned thoroughly before hanging them in their stations. The tables and walls were next before I moved to take all my little beasts out of the chamber to their jar bottles. Scars littered my hands from emptying that very same chamber. The little worms were never satisfied, picking at my skin as I scooped them out.

A calm washed over me, a calm after the shrill screams that had gone on for hours. I enjoyed the ritual of getting my playroom clean after I'd had my fun. I moved to shower. Pink water drained away, my thoughts on the past hours doing the same.

I scrubbed my body until my skin burned red. I loved the feeling, holding the groan back in. The water tempered off and I walked out of the shower. I pulled on a pair of boxers after I'd generously moisturized my skin. I slipped into a pair of suit pants, followed by a crisp white shirt. A pair of cufflinks were next with socks and black formal shoes. I ran my fingers through my sleek black wet hair, pushing it back before I draped the suit jacket on my shoulders and walked out from my chambers.

Men stood on all corners of the floor just as they had forty-two hours ago when I walked in. The silence was thick you could cut it. Their heads were bowed in respect, minding their business and doing their work. My personal guard slipped from the corner wherever he had been hiding and made his way behind me. I did not need him. I hated him with every cell in my being but he had Salvatore's protection and order of work thus I could not kill him no matter how much I craved for it. Just thinking about it nearly had me burst a vein but I kept strolling through.

The warehouse door was opened for me. I stepped out into the darkness of early dawn. Even with it, my eyes still flickered a couple of times to adjust.

The air seemed foreign, clean, fresh and I hated it. I wanted my air heavily tinged with copper and misery.

My car was idle by the entrance and my driver was quick to open my door. He knew better than to talk to me as I passed him and slipped into the backseat. The door was closed after, the two men hopping into the front.

My guard turned to give me my second dose of the anti-viral drug which fought off any viruses I would have caught from all the blood that had been coating my skin for days. You never know the diseases people carry with them. I for one liked being cautious as I bathed in their blood. I took it in hand, sticking the pointy end of the syringe into the bottle to draw the liquid, then I worked the needle into my arm. I had done it too many times, it was life to me. I took the pills that came after, chewing them down despite the bitterness I'd come to enjoy.

The fatigue hit me hard but I would never admit that even under the pain of torture. I pulled out my phone, checking my notifications. Salvatore knew never to disturb me when I was at work. The only thing that stared back at me was my daily reports. My body warmed up, not helping the restart of my heart which could only beat so much when she was involved; il mio fiore, la mia rosa, il mio cuore. My flower, my rose, my heart. As always, she was being a good girl, my perfect flower.

The car was moving slower than I would have liked, my hands clenching as painful as they were. I pulled up live footage of her then just sat back to watch. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. I grew painfully hard against the zipper of my pants, and forced myself not to fidget, not to adjust myself.

Too much time had passed without my fingers running through her silky skin. She would have to forgive me, work always gets in the way. My driver knew me too well, hitting all the red lights and pressing the accelerator with much urgency until he pulled up to the quiet neighborhood. We slowed down, driving through the narrow streets until we turned into the driveway. The lights were off in the house, dawn a few hours away.

I could not help myself, could not wait any longer. I felt as if I would combust so I jumped off as soon as the car stopped. I slammed the door shut, walking straight to the main door. I pulled out my key. I did not like the security system in the house but it would do. Besides that, my men were not far, they were always making sure nothing happened to her. I closed the door after, slipping my key back in my pocket to quickly rush up the stairs. Nothing would stop me from getting to her at that point. I craved her, my brain not able to function anymore until I could breathe her in, until I could hold her in my arms.

Her bedroom door was cracked open. I smelt her before I even reached it. How more perfect could this day get? She was all I needed after all the work I had done. She made everything insignificant because nothing I did would ever bring me the happiness I got from laying my eyes on her.

I closed the door, walking across the space to stop right before the bed. My little angel covered herself with a thick blanket, clutching her large stuffed bear for dear life. Was it cold? I was not sure. My body did not react to many things.

I pulled off my shoes and suit jacket. Only she could make my heart race with such need. My shirt was tucked out, unbuttoning it to drape it over the armchair by the bed before I turned and pulled the blanket from her. My breath hitched, her bare legs staring back at me.

My zipper would soon rip, barely holding the groan in. My eyes closed, wanting to rip her legs apart and bury my dick deep in her as she cursed my name for making her sin so greatly. A groan bubbled in my chest, nearly heaving. I slowly pulled the stuffed bear from her arms. It was work at first but after a few tugs, she loosened. Mr. Bubbles was lowered to the floor before I lowered to the bed, shifting through her sheets. All the things I wanted to do to her, all the things I wanted to teach her but all that could wait. I would not taint my piccola in such a way. I pulled the blankets back, waiting for her body to react.

Her scent drove me insane, my demon hungry for her.

Six years now, six full years it had been since she'd become my obsession. Her father used to worry when he worked night shifts nearly every night but if only he knew that Lethu was the safest then. At first, I would watch from a distance but that did not last long. When it comes to her, my self-control is absolutely zero. I made my way into her room in a space of a month, watching her curled up in bed and wondering if one day I would be all she dreamt of. Just watching could drive any man insane, inching closer every day until I slipped right under the same sheets that caressed her skin. Nothing felt like it, nothing would ever feel like that moment. Her scent caressed my nostrils, teasing me, her warmth on the sheets seeping into my skin. Without her by my side, sleeping was not possible. I got addicted and I have tried, trust me, I tried but I could never get her off my mind. She seemed to be embedded in my DNA, mine to hold.

Lethu's body realized something was missing, turning over and over until she found me. My eyes closed, arms opened and I was high from the feeling. Her arms hugged me as hard as she had been hugging Mr. Bubbles. Closer she shifted until she was comfortable, right where she belonged, home. I tucked the blanket around us, my arms slowly closing around her with my body quivering. I bent my head, placing kisses on her hair over and over.

Amore mio,

My heart.

LETHU

Something was trying to kill me in my sleep.

It posed as a blurring sound repeatedly attacking my ears. I groaned, my hand patting until I found the source just on the pillow next to my head. I fought the urge to throw the phone against the wall. My fingers tapped until I hit the right button, the monster shutting the fuck up.

Another groan pulled from me, burying my head back in my pillow to close my eyes. My body was tucked so perfectly and I felt like a burrito, toasty warm. I could hear the faint rumble of thunder and the rain beating down against my window. Skipping work had never been so appealing. The devil in me whispered and advocated for the idea over and over even when we knew missing work was not an option.

The sound came again, a bloody war I tell you. I screamed at this point. Whoever set this second alarm was the devil's spawn. I giggled because however that second alarm was set, it saved my life more than once, actually every day. The second alarm ripped the fatigue away just like that, leaving me smiling as I turned it off then I shuffled out of the cocoon of covers. There were some things I learned never to question as I grew up. Like how I would always leave my phone in the charger yet wake up with it on my pillow every morning or the second alarm I never set. I had a lot of theories but the truth was, I probably did it all in my sleep as my father had suggested when I let him know there was a ghost in my room.

I rolled over, giving Mr. Bubbles one last hug. There was just something about him and my bed that always drew me in. Sleep, lord, I loved sleep. I would always wake up satisfied, always happy. My smile grew wider, pulling the covers off to jump out. I wiggled my hips sinuously, giggling at my actions. My heart drummed with nothing but pure happiness and I was blushing, even though I couldn't explain why.

I flapped the flat sheet with this amazing scent hitting me as it always did. I gave up figuring out its source years back. But I never switched my laundry detergent nor any of the toiletries I used since I was sixteen. It was coming from somewhere and I did not want it to go away. I made the bed, rushing to the bathroom.

My tune picked up, the water pouring from the shower. I connected my phone to the house speaker with a jam coming up. Nothing would stop me from throwing my own concert of one. My toothbrush was in my hand. I sang and slid across the floor with the beat dropping. Then they wonder why I was always late for work. It was a pity they didn't know that I doubled as a rock star in the morning and a lawyer during the day.

I jumped around, rushing to rinse my toothbrush so I could sing the bridge of the song. The high note hit and I was there for it, sounding like a chicken screaming for help which left me giggling harder. I stripped off my silky sleepwear. I don't know what prompted me to wear such a thing but all I know is that every time I went to bed, something sexy was on my body. I never questioned myself, I just did what my heart told me to.

The concert was rounding up to a crescendo in the shower as I threw everything I had out. My wits came about me some thirty minutes later. I jumped out of the shower, frantic, pulling this and that before throwing everything on my body. I wore my heels as I hobbled down the stairs, recalling the file I was supposed to read through the night but gave myself to sleep instead. I shook, exasperated with myself. I was so not getting a permanent position with the firm. I sighed. I could be more serious about life but I slacked off a lot. I did the bare minimum and Dad would be so disappointed in me if he was still here.

There was no time to eat my breakfast. I ran out of the house as if it had caught fire. There was also no time to go back into the house to grab my umbrella. The rain wasn't that heavy anyway so I could wing it. If I missed the bus again, I could forget about the internship I'd slaved away for. I don't know, it was disappointing now that I was actually doing the job. The thought that I would be doing that all my life depressed me. I loved being a lawyer so I don't know why I suddenly hated working at the firm. I was one of three assistants to one of the big lawyers in the firm but looking at him, I did not want that life.

My heels clicked as I sprinted out, my hair already a mess of curls flying in all directions, with my shirt untucked and my bag barely held in hand. I turned the corner only to catch the last glimpse of the bus as it was gliding down the block. My hand came at my face, sighing.

"Shit!" I stomped my feet, getting side eyes from parents who had just put their kids on the bus. I apologized but I could not help cursing again. I quickly pulled out my phone, looking for someone I might call but it was useless. The only useful number in my phone was my Dad's, if only he was still alive. I huffed, running my free hand through my hair. I was a disheveled mess. What kind of lawyer would I even be, always late? I needed to take life a bit more seriously than this.

'Lethu Ferraro, you need to get your shit together girl'. I talked to myself in my head, not making me feel better at all because I might have also been crazy. I groaned, looking around for a miracle but suddenly there was this sleek Range Rover turning the corner.

My heart thrummed in a nervous beat. I thought of flagging it down but I shook my head. I would just wait for the next bus, they weren't likely to give me a ride anyway. I brought my phone up again, just staring at it like the idiot I was but then, before my eyes flickered up.

The Range Rover stood idle right before me. It was such a sexy car, all sleek and straight lines. Someday I'd spoil myself with their latest model. The dark-tinted window of the passenger's side opened and there, staring back at me was an adonis. He wore a baby blue shirt. It wasn't fully buttoned, so it beckoned my eyes to the elegant arch of his neck and the firm beginnings of his pectorals. A sexy man in a sexy car. It should have been a crime. The car surely suited him, my eyes lying on the Rolex around his wrist, and hell, I knew it wasn't fake. I bit my inner cheek, barely functioning.

"Morning," he greeted, polite and smooth.

That voice for crying out loud!

"Do you need a ride?"

God was clearly working overtime to make up for my stupid decisions. I needed to stop it with the hour-long showers. I blinked over and over again, almost swallowing my tongue.

There was something off about all this but such a decent and good-looking man could not do anything bad to me, right? What would he even do with me? I am just a Betty and surely he had a girlfriend way hotter than my washed-up ass.

I bit my lower lip, I was super late.

"Uhm, yes, where are you heading?" I asked, giving my brain time to come to its senses.

"City, I have a meeting at nine with the Screwz group." The man said.

I did not even know how I was able to hold a straight face and keep my voice firm. A sharp breath nearly escaped me. The Screwz group offices were just a street from my firm so he would drop me right at the door.

It was God sent.

"Okay, thank you."

There I was, opening the door myself. I hopped in, closing the door and that was when I noticed the two other men sitting in the back seat.

The car began moving, my heart drumming nervously. I did not want to offend anyone, so my glances never lingered on any of them for too long. Both men seemed preoccupied with their phones. I was uneasy now, and getting in the car seemed like a dumb move.

A voice was telling me to jump off but a more rational part told me to stop overreacting. I sat back, not sure if to slide the seat belt on or not. I decided against it, if anything happened, it would only hold me back.

The tension in the car grew heavy as it moved down the road. The window was rolled up, and I was startled. Damnit! I was freaking out and when the doors locked I was holding on by a hair string to my calm.

I am just overreacting, most cars lock themselves when having moved for a few minutes, right? I told myself, trying to relax but who was I kidding, I probably looked like a chicken in the rain.

Even swallowing became hard as the car drove passed familiar surroundings. I did not know why that comforted me because the trees would not jump out and help me when something happened.

"I need to take something from my colleague, it's not far from the road." The man broke the silence, the car already turning off the road. I gulped, nodding my head at that with familiar grounds left behind. The fear was at the neck at that point. My hand was shaking so much. It crawled to the handle slowly but surely, ready to just unlock manually and jump out any second from then. I was shaking so hard yet not trying to alarm anyone. I did not even know what the other two men were doing behind me. I felt as if they were watching me.

The car hit what seemed to be a large pothole. I was jostled with a yelp, losing all focus only to scream out as hands came over my mouth from the back. I kicked out, trying to squirm out of their hold. By the time I realized a cloth was pressed on my mouth and nose, it was too late. I had already inhaled enough.

I was petrified by the fear coursing through me. I tried fighting it, tried holding on to consciousness but it was a war I was never going to win. How could I have been so stupid?

No one would even know.

No one would even care.

No one would find me.

The moment my brain kicked back into consciousness, I knew something was wrong. Something was very wrong. By the time I became aware of the pain in my wrist, I had already been overwhelmed with panic and fear. My body felt foreign, heavy and my mind was foggy. Fighting through the fog made me feel worse.

My cries echoed throughout the empty space. My heart beat so hard I thought I was having a heart attack. I felt my ankles burn harder, bound just like my wrists. My head hung low. The chair I sat on was cold. I knew I was stripped down to my underwear. Too many times I had watched such videos, women warning us all to be aware, to stay alert because sex trafficking was real and there I was, having literally thrown myself at them, opened the door and hopped in like an idiot.

There was is escaping now, I thought, weeping my heart out. I kept on thinking of all the things that could go wrong. Another part of my brain was trying to figure out the best way I could leverage myself and get the best deal there was in such a situation but nothing came to mind. The end of the story was that I was probably about to meet the worst and darkest men roaming this world. Nothing would make it better, nothing could make me process the situation better. Death was what I wished and prayed for as I sat there. Each struggle made whatever bound my wrists and ankles tighten around my limbs.

A door opened somewhere.

I wanted to scramble away, I wanted to run to the furthest corner where I would find sanctuary. My hands and legs fought harder, the bounds ripping into my skin yet I did not care, fighting for my life.

I could hear footsteps, echoing all over the room, adding to my fear. It was so much I thought I would die, crying out harder. This could not be happening to me, this could not really be happening.

It's a dream, it's a dream. I kept whispering, not realizing the words escaped my lips repeatedly until a pair of boots came into my line of sight.

The legs bent and suddenly there was a finger under my chin, tipping my head up.

I shivered, almost trembling where I was tied. I had never seen so many scars and tattoos on a face. The scream got caught in my throat.

"No sweetie, it's not a dream." The man said, moving closer as I cringed away. My chair tumbled back to fall hard. My head took the hit as I cried out. The man was on me, crushing me with his weight as I groaned in discomfort, feeling the blood rushing to my head. His tongue was soon on my face, licking me from chin to forehead. I whimpered, and almost peed on myself in terror.

"I will have so much fun with you." His breath was rank, his saliva thick and disgusting. His words hit me like a brick to the face and all I could do was wail in terror. The chair was pulled back up. He walked away yet I barely even caught my breath before my face was hit so hard I thought my neck had snapped. I felt the blood pool in my mouth, never having been hit ever in my life. The pain, the fear, everything too much. If only tears could help.

My chair was picked up with ease by the large man. I screamed harder as it flew to hit the wall. The sound on its own had my ears ringing before my face exploded with pain.

"I need her out of the chair boss!"

I heaved a mouthful of blood. I blearily fluttered my eyes open, trying to process everything as my thoughts turned sluggish from the pain and disorientation.

My legs gave out under me, as my strength waned. My wrists next. I did not even know what was happening, no time to even prepare as I took a boot to the stomach. It seemed as if the boot wanted to rearrange my insides. I shrunk myself into a ball hysterically crying.

"This is just a little taste, I've yet to begin having fun with you. We want everything you know about your boyfriend. Let's start with the location of his house." My head was pulled up by my hair. I heaved another mouthful of blood, confused. I fruitlessly blinked at the dots of black in my eyes. The man dropped my head with more kicks coming as I screamed out so loud.

"Don't be stubborn, whore. I'll feed your legs to my dogs, where is his house?" My body was being dragged on the floor by my hair, my hands on his wrist, trying to pull his arm away so he could stop but nothing worked.

I did not understand, fighting as hard as I could.

"The next time I ask, you will pay for that." The man said, throwing me across the room as if I was just a sack of bones. I fell with a thud, leaving my chest moving as if I was breathing through a hole.

"WHERE? IS? YOUR? BOYFRIEND'S HOUSE?"

"I don't know!" I screamed out so loud, all that I could say. "I don't know what you are talking about." I cried out. "I don't have a boyfriend."

They got the wrong girl, they got the wrong girl, the words not pulling from my mouth anymore as I crawled away but the laughter that echoed all through the room told me they were not buying it.

"Please, you got the wrong girl." I cried out, my body pulled back with my leg, only for the man to sit on top of me, hands around my neck.

"I hate liars, they disgust me."

I tried saying I was not lying but I was left clawing at the tiles, fighting for my next breath.

"Maybe she'll start talking if I try something else. Can I have her boss?"

"She is all yours, whatever you want to do to get all the information out." The other man in the room answered as I screamed my lungs out even with his hands around my neck, leaving me just whizzing my screams.

The man laughed, letting go of my neck. My head was pressed down as his free hand ripped my underwear to shreds. I screamed bloody murder. My legs were kicking but where I lay, I could not fight back.

Lord, please. I kept begging, kept praying. I swear my soul lept away at that point. They could beat me, they could throw me around but please, they could not violate me like that.

"Please, I'm not lying." My pleas went unheard.

"Please, I don't have a boyfriend. I have never had one." I kept going, the man groaning harder from my words, spreading my legs.

"Please."

"Mmmh, seems like you're fresh from a pounding. Tell me, does he rough you up? He probably does, doesn't he? You probably like it like this, begging while he takes you hard. I want to taste what he sees in you, keeping him on a leash. What is it about this piece of pussy that keeps him coming back?"

My bra was ripped off next, leaving me bleeding as I screamed and cried. They had the wrong girl, the most painful part being to die for crimes not even mine. I kept begging, letting them know but no one listened.

A loud explosion came, shaking the whole room with the man ontop of me freezing.

I did not care what it was, just thankful for the destruction as the man's hands moved from my skin.

The door opened, the sound of gunshots exploding through. My throat tore apart as I screamed for dear life. I screamed for help, praying those were the police.

"He is here. Shit!" The other man in the room shot out, fear, and panic heard. Whoever it was, I screamed bloody murder for help.

Arms brought me up, the men in the room all cursing. Orders were thrown outside, more gunshots exploding all through.

"Give her to me." The second man said, dragging me against his body. A large arm wrapped around my chest as the man spun us towards the door. Everything was spinning for me, my body barely standing up. The gun pressed to my temple was all I felt. I kept seeing my life flash before my eyes, leaving only my cries pouring from me. No prayer would save me from this.

My body was swung around, my back to the door as it opened. A gunshot rang through and I was too traumatized to scream anymore.

"I will shoot her, if you take a step closer, I will blow her brains out and-" The man holding me did not finish his sentence. A gun exploded and my eyes shut. I was sure he had pulled the trigger. Just like that, my life was ended, just like that, I was gone. The sob poured from me, standing there frozen along with the man in front of me. I could feel blood drip on me, knowing it was mine. Death had suddenly come for me, dragging me to hell.

The arm around me fell away as the body in front of me crumbled. My mind was far too gone for me to realize what had happened. My eyes were open yet staring at the dark wall. Everything was messed up. I had never shaken so hard, waiting to drop and just dissipate yet it never came. My ears were ringing from all the shots yet I felt him. Someone was standing right behind me. My captor had been killed, and I suddenly realized it was my turn. How could the world be so cruel?

The ringing subsided, leaving my heart beating from my ears. The silence all around would drive me crazy, none moving.

"Amore mio." My love.

My body shook harder, that voice, that voice!

The first thing to hit me was his scent wrapping around my body like a thick blanket in the cool of winter. A shiver ran down my body, everything too much for me. The scent reminded me of home. It told me I was safe, that nothing bad would happen to me. His hand fell on my waist as I fell back onto his chest because my legs were giving out. I did not waste time, turning around to bury my face into his chest as I wept my heart out. My arms shakily wrapped around the tall man I had never met but somehow his touch was so familiar. Somehow, his scent was one that had been driving me insane for the last six years. His voice echoed with nothing but warmth.

"Mi dispiace amore mio." I am sorry my love.

His arms held tighter, his apology having me hold for dear life and I did not think I would ever let go. His kisses fell on my head before he scooped my body up and buried me in his chest. I curled myself into him because somehow, somehow I knew his body like the back of my hand. I knew just how to curl myself, knew each curve of his muscles.

The tears poured harder, finally losing my mind.