The gun mouth pressed against my temple sent shivers down my spine. I was so frightened by the gun that I began considering going back to the mansion.

I couldn't dare. It's a suicide mission anyway. If Ermanno didn't kill me, mortification will.

I actually kissed him.

I cringe and held my head down in shame and embarrassment. Every detail of our little kiss was still fresh in my mind.

From the movement of his warm tongue in my mouth to his earthy, dominating scent which engulfed me.

I spat out some saliva from my mouth to the grass as my shaky hands rose the gun.

It would all be over in..

Three...

Two..

Before I could reach one, I felt a painful sting on my forearm. My bloodshot eyes glanced at my arm and then quickly to where the green tranquilizer shot out from. I couldn't see anything because of the darkness.

Fuck it! They caught me.

My body began to feel numb and the gun slipped out of my fingers. I weakly reached out to the gun but I was unable to lift it up.

I cursed under my breath as I could slowly feel my consciousness slipping away.

***
I woke up to feel myself silently choking on an intoxicating cologne. The expensive and exquisite scent of the cologne hung at the bottom of my throat.

My vision was still a bit blurry and my hand moved desperately on the cold metallic surface trying hard to find out where I was.

My vision finally cleared out and I wished it hadn't. My heart dropped and my eyes widened. I was still in the Sandrino mansion, no doubt about that. But this place, this particular room.

It spoke of great wealth and power; was I shocked? How would I be, it was Ermanno's.

My mouth opened and closed as my gaze was fixated on Ermanno. He sat majesticly on a large grey chair at a corner of the enormous room.

I wondered if he knew I was awake yet, but more importantly, why I was locked up in a cage in Ermanno's room.

Dim lights shone into the dark room through the small openings in the window.

Great fear overwhelmed me as I stared at Ermanno who silently admired his tattoo filled hand. Staring at each tattoo intensively.

Why was he so quiet? What was he thinking about?

I stared at him for a few more minutes, silently, careful not to move in the slightest. But, he finally broke the silence.

"Finally Awake,"

It was more of a statement than a question.

I tried to gulp, but my mouth was too dry. I finally sat up, squinting my eyes at him.

How did he know I was awake?

I cleared my dry aching throat. Fear growing inside me as I stared in anticipation at him.

"Do you think you're smart, Ms Molina?" He stared down at me. "You may be smart but you're definitely not wise."

"Are you going to punish me?" I peered at him through the bars in the cage.

"Coraggiosi, vero?"

He spoke in that foreign language again.

"Brave but Careless, just like your father." I felt my blood boil up as he made reference to my father. My nails pressed against the iron bars. He tsked, getting up from his chair. "And that's why he's dead."

"Some days in this cage without food or water; that's your punishment." he made his way to the king-sized bed.

I stared at him intently feeling my body shake with rage. I hated it here, I hated everything about this mansion and everything about Ermanno Sandrino.

A knock on his large doors finally distracted me from him and I shifted my gaze to the door.

"Accedere." he commanded and the door flew open. A beautiful lady sauntered in, her beautiful wavy black hair was atleast back level and she was barely covered in her lingerie stockings strapless dress which hugged her curves.

She completely ignored me locked up in a cage like it was a normal thing and strolled to Ermanno.

"Boss." her Alto voice greeted as she bowed her head.

He acknowledged her greeting, his hand caressing her cheeks. "Kneel." he ordered the black haired who immediately obeyed.

Shit!

I immediately looked away as I hoped it wasn't what I thought it was. Hadn't he no shame? I was still in the room!

"Don't Look away, Principessa." He commanded. "Next time, this would be you." he promised as I resisted the urge to scoff.

My eyes slowly found it's way back to he and his little ho.

She knelt before him, parting his bath robe from the center and revealing his huge hard cock.

This sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine. It was so wrong, it felt illegal to stare. This was the first time I was ever seeing Ermanno, he was so huge it made my tummy fold.

I stared in disdain and amazement as she held it up by the base and pressed her full lip on the tip. Her tongue travelled round and swirled on the head, licking his precum.

My eyes widened a little more than before, I found myself unable to pull away from the scene in front of me.

She took his whole dick in her mouth, taking him in inch by inch until she reached his shaft.

I watched as she experienced difficulty taking him whole. With one hand on his knee, she massaged his balls with the other.

She began bobbing her head on his cock, starting slowly at first but picking up the pace. I leaned back in my cage as I watched them. My eyes staring at them, unable to shut.

Ermanno growled lowly, throwing his head backwards. She arched out her ass as she sucked deeper on his cock, her head bobbing aggressively.

The ho bobbed her head faster on Ermanno's throbbing dick, her restless hair flying around until Ermanno took a large amount, guiding her as she pleased him.

She took all of Ermanno into her mouth until her lips met the base of his cock. She stared up at him with hot tears in her eyes as he came inside her mouth. His release mixed with her saliva rolled down her chin just before she swallowed.

She gargled on him from a few minutes before she pulled away to catch her breath, a smirk on her lips.

"Well done Nícola." Ermanno breath out, he slowly caressed her cheek before sticking his thumb into her mouth. Nícola kept her eye on Ermanno's as she hungrily sucked him thumb before he pulled it out.

Without being told, Nícola left, leaving only Ermanno and I in his room.

He takes a deep sigh and walks to a nightstand, pulling it open, he takes a meerschaum pipe and lights it.

In seconds, the smell of smoke fills up the room as I silently cough. I hated smoking pipes, I hated smoke, I hated cigars so much.

He stood by the large window, his phone in his hand as he continuously scrolled down. He was still in his bathrobe and anytime I glance at the bed,  remembering the ho who was sucking the life out of Ermanno through his cock.

I scoffed and buried my head in my knees. I only drew my head up when I heard heavy footsteps approaching. Ermanno stood directly outside the cage with a single pack of frozen berries.

His black stare turned to a small smirk as I watched the pack fall out of his hand. He dropped the packages fruit atleast one Meter away from the cage and his heavy footsteps followed him to the bathroom.

He came out some minutes later, now in a white tower which was tied loosely across his hip. Today was the first time I ever got to see my kidnappers body and he was packing.

Heat pooled in my stomach and I hated the fact that I couldn't look away the man so perfect yet so cruel . His hair was wet and clung to his forehead and with every step he took, his toned muscles flexed.

He had tattoos adorning his back and a few healed up scars. There were several tattoos, mostly skulls and then writings, in a language that was definitely not English.

As he made his way to the walk in closet, my eyes drifted down south of the most prominent part of him.

A faint trail of hair was positioned in the centre of the strong ridges of his V line. My eyes followed the path until it disappeared, under the fabric of the white towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

I couldn't look away, I tried to, believe me. I tried to pry my eyes away and stop the thoughts that ran through my head as I stared at his naturally bulge, pressing against the fabric of the thick towel.

Eventually, he walked into the walking closet and didn't return until he was dressed to the teeth, in a black amani suit black berluti loafers. He had atleast two diamond stud ball earrings worn, both on the same ear.

The strong smell of his cologne resurfaced the room and he didn't even spare me a second glance before leaving the room and shutting the door.

I sighed in relief as soon as he was gone and leaned back on the metal bars. The universe always had a way of disappointing me, always had a way of bringing me back. I had been running in circles and I was sick and tired of it.

Ermanno's words about my father kept coming back as I found myself at the brink of crying but I held my tears at bay.

He was right about something though, I lacked wisdom. I had to learn not to approach my freedom directly but go about cunningly for it. I wasn't prepared for this.

The tear I tried so desperately to keep at bay rolled down but I immediately wiped it off.

His toy? I hated that context..

What would he do to a toy? Touch her...play with her...carry out his anger on her...Fuck her

I hated him with everything in me but I couldn't just wait around foolishly for help. I couldn't keep planning an escape plan while his guard was up.

If  there's a fire you're try to douse, you can't put it out from outside the house.

I needed to be strong firstly but also play dumb, give into him and his desires, if possible gather information. And when he least expects it, when they least expect it, strike.

This plan didn't come free though, I would need to put away my morals for a minute. Need to lose something I've carried my whole life.

My mother didn't raise no slut, but my father raised a girl who was willing to sacrifice everything to achieve her goal.

__________________________________Alriggt everyone! The thirteenth chapter of GATM. If you liked it, please vote, share and comment.

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