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ounding me felt suffocating, and each day was a constant reminder of my captivity. I scrubbed floors

ho refused to let go of the matter. If I wasn't trapped here

en clean this place at all! It

ng at my job, which was very annoying. However, I had to endure for thr

the prison. I rarely slept for three hours before the next day; the longest I could go

p, muffled cries escaping his lips. It was a haunting sound, one that drew my curiosity despite

ade him that way? I became worried but pretended lik

de pasta hung thick in the air. It was time to call Luca for dinner. He returned home not

knocked on his door, my heart pounding. "Hey, Luca! Dinner's rea

ped me in my tracks. Luca was sitting on the edge of the bed, h

closer, concerned momentarily ov

wild, filled with panic. "Get back!"

hands in surrender. I didn't want to provoke him, but I

ist with a force that sent a shock through my body. "Who are you

er?" I shouted, yanking my arm

tightening around my waist as he pulled me closer. "Get away f

But in his disoriented state, he mistook my resistance for defiance

ing my senses. "What the hell are you doing?" I ga

o tight and I could hear his heavy breath. At that moment

g of s

to others after losing thos

shake the feeling of pity around him. The fear in his eye

tle comfort of patting and I allow him to rest

o normal and his grip on my waist reduces.

ped a beat as anxiety gripped me. He lifted his he

s expression on me was different from the one he always had on. At the moment, he l

My intention is to call him out for dinner and

ul as he rolled to the other side and I was given the chance to stand up. However, he grabbed my

and I'm weak to push it away as it finds his way in. Lu

than mine. He nailed me down as he pressed on my boob

ner of my lips and it's hard to bre