CHAPTER 2

Just as I thought I was really in trouble with nowhere to run to, I felt a little pinch at my back, and I went blank when my eyes finally opened; it felt like my head made contact with a cement block, and my vision began to grow dark, the only thing my fading eyesight could catch were the red droplets coating my eyelash, and the only thing my brain could think was: "HELP."" My eyes finally opened as the pain subsided a bit, I glanced at the invisible bounds that held me back, and they turned out to be chained; my legs felt weak like they were giving up on me, barely able to have anything but the bars beside me, I looked around and found myself in a cage, and right beside my cage were other cages with even me tied up people just like me. All my efforts were in vain, as my hands were chained to the wall behind me. The lights flickered intermittently, and I could estimate the total number of cages in the same room as I was in. There were indeed more people than just me; none were moving. They all stayed still; I couldn't tell If they were breathing…. They seemed to be asleep; while I was trying to not make too much noise, I continued to struggle, but the chains were as tricky as trying not to make too much noise.

Just as I began to lose hope, the flickering lights revealed a shadowy figure approaching from the room's far end. The footsteps echoed ominously, each step a reminder of my perilous situation. The figure came into view—a tall man with a menacing presence dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. His eyes were cold, calculating, and devoid of mercy.

I stared at the man, my breath hitching in my throat. He walked with an air of authority, his shoes clicking against the cold, concrete floor, each step sending a shiver down my spine. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows across his face, making his already intimidating presence even more terrifying.

As he approached, I could see the meticulous detail in his suit—tailored to perfection, dark as midnight, with a crimson tie that seemed to mirror the droplets of blood still staining my eyelash. His gaze swept over the cages, taking in the sight of each captive with a detached interest, as if we were merely pieces in a grander scheme.

I tried to shrink back, but the chains held me firmly in place, biting into my wrists. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. The man stopped in front of my cage, his cold eyes locking onto mine. A cruel smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Awake, are we?" he said, his voice smooth and chilling. "You’re a tough one. Most don’t last as long as you did."

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Fear had stolen my voice. I could only stare at him, wide-eyed, my mind racing with questions and terror. What did he want? Why was I here? What was going to happen to me?

He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a key ring, each key gleaming ominously in the flickering light. He selected one and inserted it into the lock on my cage. The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, his presence overwhelming in the confined space.

I flinched as he reached out, expecting another painful pinch or worse. Instead, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look directly at him. His grip was firm, his fingers cold against my skin.

"Listen closely," he said, his tone low and threatening. "You are here because you have something we need. Cooperate, and this will all be over soon. Resist, and… well, let’s just say, you won’t like the consequences."

My mind raced. What could I possibly have that he needed? I didn’t have time to ponder as he released my chin and turned to leave the cage. He locked it behind him, the metallic clink of the key a grim reminder of my captivity.

Before he left, he turned back, his eyes boring into mine. "Think about it," he said. "You have until tomorrow to decide how much pain you want to endure."

With that, he walked away, his footsteps echoing until they faded into silence. The flickering lights cast shadows that danced mockingly around me. My head throbbed, and my vision blurred momentarily as the reality of my situation settled in.

I looked around at the other captives, their silent forms a haunting reminder of what could happen to me. Were they alive? Were they just as scared and confused as I was? Or had they already given up?

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart. I needed to think, to come up with a plan. But my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. What did they want from me? And how could I possibly escape this nightmare?

As the pain in my head dulled to a persistent ache, I forced myself to focus. I couldn’t give up. I wouldn’t. I had to find a way out of here, to find help, to survive.

The night stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity. The room remained silent, save for the occasional flicker of the lights and the distant sound of water dripping somewhere. I strained against the chains once more, but they held firm.

In the dim light, I saw the shadow of the man once more, his presence a constant reminder of the danger I was in. My resolve hardened. Whatever they wanted from me, I would fight. I would survive. And I would escape.

Well so I thought.

He came again few hours later “Ah, you're awake," he said, his voice smooth but menacing. "Welcome to your new home. I trust you'll find it... accommodating." Fear gripped my heart as I struggled against the chains, my efforts futile. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" I managed to croak out, my voice hoarse from disuse and fear. The man chuckled, a sound that sent chills down my spine.

"I am known as Lorenzo, and you, my dear, have found yourself in the unfortunate position of owing me a debt that I intend to collect."

"I don't owe you anything!" I protested, my mind racing to recall how I could have crossed paths with such a dangerous individual.

"Ah, but it's not about what you owe directly. It's about what those close to you owe. Your dear uncle has a nasty habit of gambling beyond his means. He thought he could escape his debts, but he was wrong. And now, you will pay for his mistakes."

My heart sank; my uncle always got into trouble, but this... this was beyond anything I could have imagined. "Please, let me go. I'll find a way to pay you. Just don't hurt me," I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. Lorenzo's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. "You misunderstand. Your uncle's debt is substantial, and I'm not patient. You'll work off his debt here, in my service. And if you try to escape or cause trouble, let's just say the consequences will be severe."

With that, he turned and left, leaving my thoughts and fear alone. The other captives remained silent, their faces blank and resigned. I knew I had to find a way out, but every attempt seemed hopeless against Lorenzo's men's unyielding chains and ever-watchful eyes.

Days turned into weeks, each one blending into the next. I was given just enough food and water to survive but not enough to give me the strength to fight back. The guards were ruthless, punishing any sign of resistance with brutal efficiency. The other captives became a silent testament to the futility of rebellion.

It was finally time to pay my "debts," and I still couldn't understand why I was bought by the red-headed man and the lady just to be kidnapped by this man, but it was time to pay for my uncle's debt. A few hours into the day, I was finally brought out of the cage and kept in a room for days. I was locked up in that room, fed, and given a change of clothes, but this particular night, a strange thing happened, the door opened, and a man came in; it was Lorenzo, the mafia Lord; he came in and commanded me to kneel, I was confused, but I had no choice, he was calm, and he said

"I have few rules; when you see me come in through these doors, take off your clothes, face the wall, and put your hands on your head."

He also said, "Your hair would be shaved off until I am satisfied you have no safe word, but if need be, your safe word is "debt." I nodded out of fear, and he left.

The next day the door opened, and it was him this time around; he came in fully naked with his dick as hard as a rock and had a length of a long ruler; I was shocked and, in the process, forgot the instruction I was given the previous day, so I was punished he left, and almost immediately a lady came in wearing black lacy lingerie pushed me towards the wall with my legs spread apart she had a really small vibrator, she then turned it on and played with it around my clit I couldn't control the feelings I was getting, I moaned softly, and in a few seconds something harrowing happened, she stuffed the vibrator inside of me took it out and left, the pain was intense, a few moments later two men came in and released me from the chains I got cleaned up, and before they left they said "never forget the instructions" I cried for days thinking "is this how I am going to pay for my uncle's debt"? Just as I was told, my hair was shaved, and it was painful. Days passed and became weeks with no sign of Mr. Loreto, then on this day the doors opened and it was him immediately I took off my clothes and knelt down in tears facing the wall with my hands on my head, he then took me up and pushed me unto the bed. The bed dipped next to me, he grazed his fingers inside of my thigh, making me clench even harder, and he began rubbing circles around my clit. I moaned as he slipped a vibrator in and out of me; his warm breath fanned my neck. Leaning over on one of his elbows, he pushed his fingers inside of me. The sound of my wet pussy being thrust into over and over made me wetter. After a few moments, he pulled his fingers from me and placed them on my lips." Suck on it," he commanded, in fear, I did so. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and left. I didn't know if I enjoyed the moment, wanted more, or just wanted it to end so I could go on with my life. But as days passed, all I could think of was his touch and the view of the size of his dick; it was like I had never seen one before.

A few days later, the doors opened, and it was him; this time, I had mixed feelings of happiness and sadness as I enjoyed the last time. I wanted more; immediately, I knelt down after taking off my clothes and faced the wall; I thought it was going to be as usual, him pushing me on the bed. Still, this time around was different; he told me to get up and face him, and he stared at my breast and pussy for a few seconds. I stood there craving his touch, then he pulled me closer, turned me around, and placed my hands on the bed; with one hand, he grabbed my waist, forcing me to arch my back with the other hand on my head; he rubbed his hard cock against my entrance.

"Please", I whispered. "Please"

He pushed himself into me forcefully; I clenched the bed sheets in my hand as his cock filled me. He wrapped an arm around my torso and groped my breast, softly tugging on my earlobe.

You have no idea how much power I have over you, Luisa, he murmured. He thrust harder into me/ anything I want, you will give.

I gripped the sheets harder, thrusting my hips back against his.

"What do you want?" I asked, and he said

"You, on your knees".

He pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt down. He stroked his cock. "Stick out your tongue." You are going to swallow it". My toes curled, and I gazed up at him with his fingers rubbing my clit; he took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth; his cum sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth; he wiped his cock with the sheets and left.