Bend Me, Daddy

My answer was automatic. The same thing I'd been telling myself over and over again. "Nothing that won't-" "DON'T tell me that." He cut me off before I could finish. "Tell me what he did. Everything."

But I didn't want to. Because he would never look at me the same. The anger drained out of me as fast as it had come on, leaving me lightheaded. I felt weak. Ashamed. And I knew it was stupid, but I couldn't help it. However, I knew there was no avoiding this conversation. Not anymore, thanks to fucking Mario and his hard on for knives. Much like his brother.

Luca closed his eyes, and when he opened them, there was a flicker of the warm, flesh and blood man. There and gone in a heartbeat. "It's okay, Veda. It's okay to tell me. I just need to hear it. I need to hear it, so I know how much to make him suffer when I rip his fucking heart out of his chest with my bare hands." All of this was said casually, almost conversationally. "You're scaring me," I whispered as I searched his face for any traces of the man I knew. The one who'd held me so tenderly all these nights. But he wasn't there. And neither was the one who'd had me kidnapped and brought to this house. I didn't know this man in front of me.

He didn't try to assuage my fears. He said nothing at all. Just waited. And I knew he would wait all night if he had to.

"Um..." Jesus, how the hell was I supposed to do this? "He...uh..." I swallowed. "Can I have my shirt?" "No."

I crossed my arms over my naked breasts, half expecting him to scold me. But he allowed me this, at least. "Start with the first day you were there."

My mind fought against me, not wanting to remember. "Um...he pretty much ignored me the first day."

"Where did you sleep?"

"I didn't," I told him honestly. "But he gave me a room. For the first few nights, he was too busy to worry much about me. All he did was hole up in his office with his thug buddies and try to figure out ways to draw you into his trap." He stared down at me, and his voice was raw when he said, "I wouldn't have left you there if I could've found you. But I didn't know where he'd taken you. I never stopped looking."

"I know." And I did. If for no other reason than his own goddamned pride, he would've come after me if he could have.

"Did you hear his plans?"

"I told Enzo all of this..."

"Tell me again."

I tried to think. "No. Nothing specific. He was very careful to make sure I only heard just enough," I told him with a bitter smile.

He still hadn't moved or raised his voice. And he still had an erection. "And then?"

I took a deep breath. "And then he told me to go take a shower, and I had to take out the contacts because they were killing my eyes. I'd been there a couple of days..." "What happened in the shower, Veda?"

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He stood there in front of me, his feet slightly apart and arms hanging straight down at his sides. The only thing that gave him away was that his hands were clenched into tight fists. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I tried again. "He knew I wasn't her. He knew I wasn't Nicole. He said he'd known since we first got to the apartment because he could tell I was afraid of him, and my sister was too stupid to be afraid of him."

"Is that true?"

"Probably, yes. She thought too much of herself to think any man wouldn't be just as enthralled when he looked at her."

"I meant, is it true that you were afraid."

I looked up at him. "I was fucking terrified, Luca. What the hell else would I be?"

He was quiet for so long this time, I started to shift my weight from foot to foot as an uneasy shiver slid up my spine. "What did he do then?" he finally asked.

This time, I couldn't look at him. But neither could I lie. He would know if I lied. "I don't want to tell you that," I told him honestly.

"I know you don't. But I need you to."

I sighed with defeat, because I knew damn well he would keep me here wearing nothing but my sleep shorts until he was satisfied I'd told him everything. "He, uh..." I tried to swallow past the swollen ache in my throat. "He tried to force me onto my knees. But I remembered what Enzo taught me and I let myself fall. He fell on top of me and hit his face on the wall."

"And then what?"

"I ran," I whispered. "But I didn't know where I could go. And I wasn't fast enough."

He was quiet for a long time. "And then?"

"And then..." I glanced up at him. A muscle jumped in his jaw. But I couldn't look at him as I said it, so I stared at the center of his chest. "And then he made me suck him off." His breathing was deep and even beneath his black shirt, and somehow it helped that he was so calm. My mouth twisted in disgust as I remembered. "I threatened to bite it off, but he told me he'd put a bullet in my head." I drew in a shaky breath. "I didn't want to do it. I swear I didn't. But I decided being dead was infinitely worse than being forced to give some guy a blow job, so I stopped fighting."

After a few seconds, Luca asked, "Did he hit you?" When I hesitated, he said, "I saw the bruising on your cheek when you first got here."

"Yes. A few times."

"What else did he do?"

I looked away as I felt the blood drain from my face.

"Did he rape you?"