Episode 5

I slept and woke up, and I was fortunate not to see her lying beside me. If I could, I would never see her again.

In the room, for the first time, there were no security guards, and I thanked the heavens for not having to see those insignificant and annoying faces.

I got up and made an futile attempt to go to the door. I turned the doorknob, and the door was unlocked. I got excited for a second, but then I heard James and Jones' voices on the other side, teasing each other like useless teenagers.

I went back to bed and curled up in my loneliness. I took a deep breath and quickly glanced at the bedside table. It wasn't a significant piece of furniture, but it caught my attention for a moment. Megan had taken the handcuffs off me there, the ones that had made me captive for a disturbing moment.

I opened the drawer and found a cell phone. My heart jumped in surprise, and I eagerly grabbed it in my hands. With that device, I could make a phone call.

I tried to turn on the cell phone, but it didn't respond. Obviously. Megan wouldn't leave any communicative device at my disposal. I threw it frustratingly into the drawer and went to the window. I pushed the curtain aside and when I looked out into the garden, I saw Mercier on the other side, holding a gun and aiming at a target.

I shivered and got startled when Mercier fired a shot and smiled, boasting about it. He had possibly hit the target.

Suddenly, I saw Megan appear next to him, also with a gun. I observed her upright and slightly sexy posture, her chin raised, wearing a gray tank top and white jeans. Her smile to Mercier was wide, the opposite of the malicious one she had given me last night. She seemed to have multiple personalities, and the one I was seeing now was one I didn't expect. I didn't have the capacity to expect her to act or be gentle with me.

I was there against my will.

There was a knock on the door, sounding like three consecutive closed fist punches, startling me. I ran to the bed and sat down, and a second later, James, the bearded redhead with light blue eyes, appeared, already speaking with no expression on his face.

"Good morning, Miss Armstrong."

I ignored his words and especially that surname they insisted on using when referring to me.

"As per Armstrong's orders, I will take you for breakfast outdoors. I'll come fetch you in an hour."

"Don't come... I'm not going anywhere!"

"Then you'll starve!"

"What?" I furiously stood up and went towards him, but he slammed both sides of the door in my face.

By Megan's order, that bitch.

Now I had to have my meals alongside her, undoubtedly because I wouldn't go without eating and "starve," James or Megan's words.

Without much hurry, I entered the bathroom and stood under the hot water of the shower, after putting my curls in a bun and removing my clothes.

Under the shower was a good place to think about everything, but what kept disturbing me came to torment my mind every minute.

How could my father sell me and sign a document making me the wife of a woman? How could you do this, daddy?

Mom would never allow it if she were alive, and certainly neither would my aunt Georgia—who, I'm sure, was very worried about my disappearance. She would surely have gone to the police station to inform the authorities about my disappearance, and now, she was alone living in that empty apartment in Brooklyn.

I closed my eyes to wash my face, and after doing so, I felt arms embracing me from behind, bringing my naked body close to another, I knew it was her, just by the smell of her perfume. She took advantage of that and now had seen me completely naked.

I did nothing, but my heart started to accelerate gradually when one of her hands splayed open on my belly and her nose touched my ear. Her hand slid down to my belly and approached my pussy in a nervous way and I started to think about the words that came out of her mouth last night, where she said that she didn't force any woman to have relations with her, but the way we saw each other in that bathroom clearly showed that she was a dishonest liar of the worst kind.

Her hand slid up, giving small squeezes, and I just remained immobile, feeling her breath on my ear. Her hand reached the height of my breasts and one of her fingers began to circle my nipple, where I was sure that my body was my biggest traitor. I started to give in to that pleasure, but I couldn't, I didn't want to feel that, not with her touching me. I couldn't let her win.

She squeezed my breast and I trembled, and a salient wave descended to my belly, making me lose control of my legs for a moment, however, her smile and her strength in keeping me standing prevented me from falling. She was enjoying that, she was provoking.

"Did you feel what I can give you? I can give you a pleasure you've never felt before."

I remained silent, but feeling those sensations that I didn't want to feel, I didn't want to.

"Fulfill your role as a wife, Stella... don't leave me alone in desire," she said and slid her hand to my ass, where she squeezed and made me sigh, that fucking sigh, which she certainly heard. "I can make you sigh like this many times... just say yes or no."

No!

"You are perfectly beautiful," she whispered in my ear and I held back. "You have wonderful skin, deserving of bites... let me..."

"No!" I finally said what had been stuck in my throat.

There was silence and she sighed deeply, turning off the shower but still remaining there with me in her arms.

"I want you to accept my apologies and..."

"Never!"

"And let's start again."

"No!"

"Alright, then I will..."

"All right," I gave in, already imagining what she could do to my father. I took her hand and placed it between my legs, enveloped in brief despair. "Do whatever you want."

"Why did you do that, Stella?" she seemed surprised.

"Because otherwise you will have my father killed."

"I already said that I don't force any woman to have relations with me, Stella!"

"But you will kill my father."

Megan took her hand away and hugged me affectionately, and I couldn't help but feel a strange feeling coming from her.

"Your father deserves to die!" she spoke clearly and harshly.

"Don't hurt him... please," I implored, shrinking.

"He deserves to die for selling you for a few dollars."

There was silence...

"Even after what he did... do you still love him?"

"Yes... he's my father and even though he did something so despicable, I will never stop loving him."

"I see that you truly love him."

"Yes!"

We fell silent and she continued to hold me, making me feel her breath as well as the warmth of her body. I briefly imagined that the subject of love had already gone too far.

"Would you forgive him if he asked for your forgiveness?"

"It's..." I thought...

What my father did was unforgivable.

"Why this question?"

"Just answer me!"

"I prefer not to answer... I still need to think about everything."

"Okay," she said and withdrew her arms from me.

I felt that she moved away and turned to face her, but no, she moved away, but remained close to the bathroom stall.

I saw almost all of her nudity, her back, her shoulders, her legs, thighs, and her ass, and her hair was tied up in a bun, she was a beautiful woman.

"What you're looking at can be all yours."

I lowered my face and crossed my arms, hiding the nakedness of my breasts. What she said sent shivers down my spine.

"If you're willing, you can have it now... just say yes or no."

I swallowed hard...

"Yes or no, Stella?"

"No!"

And finally she left, leaving me there, but thoughtful.

A moment later...

"Miss, you can follow this hallway and at the end, you will find the pool. Armstrong is waiting there," James said as we walked on a black floor surrounded by white walls.

I dressed in a red dress above my knees that I found in the closet and let my curls loose. A sandal on my feet and a monstrous hunger torturing my stomach.

"And why don't you take me there?"

"Because it's not necessary and also because you should know all the places in the mansion, since you'll be spending a lot of time here... I don't think you want a man like me following you around like a thief."

"And what does your boss say about that?"

"Everything you just heard was what Armstrong told me to say."

"You're useless."

"And I'm fine with that, Miss Armstrong."

"Don't call me Miss Armstrong... I am Stella D' Angelo!"

"I only follow Armstrong's orders."

"Screw you, James!"

"Go straight and turn left," he said and stopped.

I stopped and stared at him for a second. He really wasn't going to accompany me, it was better to be alone. So I continued forward...

It would be a miracle to be able to walk through the whole mansion without a brute following me. But what I really wanted was to leave.

I walked, and walked, and walked and in the end, I found Megan along with another very beautiful woman. I took steps back so they wouldn't see me and ended up hearing everything. Megan was pushing the woman against the wall and her hand was busy inside the woman's dress, who was struggling between breaths to not moan while her mouth was taken by Megan's lips. I heard cracks and muted moans.

Megan set everything up for me to see and hear?

I was sure.

I heard everything, I heard all the noise of that perversion in the middle of the hallway until Armstrong's voice was heard.

"Thank you for this, Lola," she said, sounding breathless, "and like the other times... keep what happened to yourself."

"Okay," Lola's low voice was muffled, she was still recovering from the compromising moment she had with Megan, "and don't thank me, Armstrong, it's always a pleasure to feel you."

Shocking.

"Perfect. Now serve breakfast, alright?"

"As you wish, Armstrong. Excuse me... I will serve breakfast in a few minutes."

"Take your time to recover, no rush," Megan showed concern and that intrigued me.

There was a silence after the sound of lips touching, like a goodbye kiss, and then I heard footsteps coming towards me.

I had to think of something to not seem like I was eavesdropping, so when Lola turned the corner of the wall, I purposely stumbled into her, causing her to stumble a bit, but we didn't fall, and in that moment of friction, I smelled Megan's perfume emanating from her and the owner of that scent was no longer present.

"Sorry, Miss Armstrong," she apologized, somewhat repelled. She still panted, looking for places to look. She was a little embarrassed.

"Don't apologize, I was the distracted one."

"But Miss..."

"I already told you not to worry... where is your boss? I've been looking for her for a while."

"She... she... I think you can find her at the pool."

"Oh... so I should go this way?" I pointed to the hallway where they were having sex.

"Exactly."

"Gracias," and I continued because I didn't feel like looking at her situation.

I could see nervousness in Lola's eyes. And from what I understood from their conversation, she and Megan had done that several times.

I finally arrived at the pool, where I felt the warmth of the sun touch my face. I had needed that warmth for days, my heart warmed and I could smile.

After that moment, I spotted Megan sitting at the table in the garden, drinking what seemed to be orange juice.

How could I look at her after seeing her fucking the maid in the hallway? Well, problem solved. I wouldn't look at her, I would just eat and go back to my room as if I hadn't seen anything.

"Thank you."

I walked towards her and stopped by her side, her eyes rose from my thighs to my face. Desire could be seen in her eyes, but no, that gaze wouldn't affect me.

"Buenos dias... esposa?"

"Good morning... wife"

I sat at the table on the other side and she offered me her juice, which I declined. I didn't exchange words with her, not even the famous "Good morning". And I didn't look at her, I stared at the security guards and they looked at me with inappropriate smiles.

Moments before seeing her there with the maid, she was by my side wanting to touch me, but as I rejected her, she managed to kill her arousal and desire in the easiest way.

"I asked Lola to prepare you some cookies, fruit, and juice, as well as eggs and bacon."

I simply nodded.

"Eat well... don't go hungry because you don't like me. What I asked her to prepare is all of my finest taste."

"I already know that you have a very diverse appetite" I said, locking eyes with her, unable to maintain my gaze on the security guards, and she didn't hide the perversion in her gaze.

"An appetite for many things, but... what I desire to eat the most is not ready to be served."

Megan was obviously referring to me, and it didn't affect me.

"Stella..." we looked at each other "from today on, we will eat together, breakfast, lunch, afternoon snack, and dinner."

"Or else I will starve to death?" I retorted and she smirked ironically.

"And you will be able to explore the mansion, but I don't want you in the kitchen... there are knives there and I don't want to be stabbed again by a woman." she said, serious.

"The kitchen and nothing in this mansion interest me, what interests me is my aunt's love, my bed, and my friends!"

"Umm."

Megan showed no expression, she went back to drinking her juice, but keeping her gaze on me. It was as if everything I said didn't matter to her.

Perhaps it would be interesting to play the same game.

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