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Thinking outside of the box [DOM+AutumDreaming]

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Jan 9, 2009
The a plain, non-descript car pulled up to the alley by the darkened bistro. A tall man dressed in a non-descript grey suit stepped out of his car and pulled at his shirt and tie -visibly not used to wearing them. He was tall and well built from years of working out on weights since he had entered adolescence. He had short light brown hair -almost a crew cut and was clean-shaven. He stepped up to the door and was confronted by two equally non-discript and large fellows who stepped out of his way after a quiet word. He made his way up the dimly lit stairwell into a small living-room that was only slightly better lit, and was spotted with worn furniture here and there. Inside he met a man who was clearly not only comfortable in the much more expensive suit he wore, but also comfortable wielding authority.

Diamano Conti walked in with an odd mixture of humility and confidence, walking directly over to the older man who did not rise to meet him and leaning forward to shake the hand that was offered to him. As the man gestured at the couch nearby Diamano sat down. "Diamano," the older man said languidly but powerfully "there is a problem I'm having -a small bookstore next to one of my establishments insists on talking to people they shouldn't be talking to" he said and then he spread his hands out and sighed sadly "We've tried all kinds of things, offering compensation, offering protection -still, this rat wants to tell tales out of school." he said, his voice becoming slightly more heated.

The man leaned forward and handed Diamano a slip of paper and looked into his eyes. "I've been watching your work, young Diamano, you're discreet, you're professional -you don't go all crazy and you almost seem too gentle for this line of work." the older man smiled "almost" he said with a smile "you don't lose your head, and that's important on a job like this...see." the Don moved a little in his chair, giving the illousion -and illousion it was- that he was undecided. "I'm going to give you a free hand to take care of this problem for me."

Diamano blinked in surprise. "'free hand'?"
"You can kill his whole family if you want, if you think it best, or you can ...I don't know." the man leaned forward "This man is a real nusance, no question about it -but there's many possible answers, and I want to see how you handle this, I want to see how you think.

So solve this problem, however you think best. Just ...solve it." he said and then nodded his head, and as if by magic Diamano knew the audience was over "I thank you for the chance to demonstrate and ...I promise you'll be happy with the results." Diamano nodded respectfully and then walked out, back down the stairwell and drove home.

He wracked his brain for days thinking it over, and the more he thought, the more worried he became. He was supposed to think of something clever, yet the only thing that came to mind was to simply whack the family and be done with it. After a couple of days the Don had called and neither of them made even a faint allousion to the dilemma -except that before he hung up the Don said enigmatically "In some things, Diamano, there are no wrong answers" he said. Diamano replied "that's true, I agree" and then they ended their conversation.

He wouldn't get whacked, he may never get further, but he would not be whacked for how he acted on this. That left him free to act on the decision he had made -to take out the whole family. He waited until 11 that night and then drove out to the house where the bookstore owner lived with his family. As expected, the lights were out. Diamano pulled his car in front of the house silently and then sat and looked into the darkened windows of the house. He thought of the children he knew of there, and of the daughter and the wife, and he wept, holding his gun in his lap. No one knew that any time there were women or children involved he stopped, paused to reflect, and then cried. Later, he would attend confession at a select church and do his penance -but for now he got out of the car, turned off his emotions, and walked inside.

...not knowing that there was only one person in the house that night.
 
"Bella?" A woman in her mid-forties knocked lightly on the bedroom door of her seventeen-year-old daughter before slowly pushing open the entry to step inside. "Are you sure you don't want to come to celebrate the birth of your cousin's son? Angelo and and Marta would be delighted to see you. Your Aunt Dianna made those puff pastries you like so much. Come on, it'll be fun."

Stretched across a bed diagonally on her stomach lay a petite figure that almost exactly mimicked the older one standing in the room. They both had the same long, silky dark hair that fell in a thick sheet down to their lower backs. Their wide, oval-shaped mocha-colored eyes sat brightly on heart-shaped faces. Lips were full and blushed, a natural hue of scarlet smeared across them. The only vast difference between them was that the mother's skin was a deep olive while the daughter's complexion was fair, almost a creamy white.

Bella's eyes looked up through heavy black lashes, deterring from the open book in her hands. "I really don't feel up to much partying tonight, Ma. Give Angelo, Marta, and the baby a kiss from me and tell Aunt Di I love both her and her pastries dearly. It was just such a long day at school I'd rather veg out here tonight, okay?" The mother advanced, bending down to sweep some of the strands of hair from her child's face. "You are such a beautiful girl, Isabella. Sweet dreams my child." Lips brushed across her forehead, staining them lightly with paint.

"What's the hold up? Come on, we gonna be late!" Bella heard her father scream, followed by the groans of her other siblings. Her mother rolled her eyes before giving one last wave and exiting through the doorway. The girl laughed, shaking her head before she returned her attention to her book.

Bella Rossi came from a tight-knit family that she loved. Large and Italian, they were loud and obnoxious but the family radiated love and warmth. Whenever someone was hurt or sad, another member of the family was there, bringing the rest of the clan to cheer them up. Or, like tonight, when someone had something to celebrate, the whole family was ready to share the joy. Her parents were wonderfully kind, and her dear mother a saint. Bless her, she had given birth to four children, all boys except for Bella. She was the third child, but being the only female her mother had dressed her up in girly attire from the day she was born. Even now, Bella's room was covered in pink and brown, courtesy of her mother's decorating.

A few hours passed. Eyes began to droop, hardly able to stay open anymore. Closing the book, the tossed it onto her nightstand. Her jeans and shirt were shed, leaving her in a black camisole and pink pair of boy shorts. Crawling up the length of the bed, she tucked herself beneath the heavy covers. Grabbing her green I-Pod, she pushed the tiny buds into her ears. Turning the lamp off, she shrugged down into the blankets. Within a matter of minutes, Bella was sound asleep.
 
Diamano parked his car in the back of the house and walked up to the back door. In his hand were some lock-picking tools and a device to hack into their home security system. He knew he would have 10 seconds to disable the alarm, but he had practiced on mafia-owned houses set up for that purpose -he was confident he would beat the alarm. Quickly, but without a rush, he picked through the lock and then he had set up the device on the keypad of the alarm system and in 5 seconds the lights on his device flashed green -telling him that the alarm was de-activated. He closed the door behind him, setting the tools in the pocket of his brown leather jacket and stepped into the kitchen.

The house was large, and he went through room by room, opening and closing doors with one hand, his silencer-fitted gun in the other. The last room he checked was Bella's, and by this time he was trying to think of a contigency plan. He began to turn away from the room when he took a second look at the bed. Originally, he had thought the house was empty, but he realised that there was someone under the large, fluffy comforter. He walked to the side of the bed and saw her sleeping peacefully, and he pulled the hammer back on his revolver.

Then he waited, contemplating briefly -it would be easier to just snuff her, but she might have information. So he grabbed the comforter and pulled it down, yanking it off of her body and then he held the barrel of the gun to her forehead and then yanked the earbuds out of her ears.

"Don't scream," he said, holding the cold metal of the gun against her forehead "don't yell -remain very, VERY quiet, answer me truthfully and you might live through this" he said to her.
 
Bella had never been able to sleep in total quiet, which was probably due to the fact that her brothers were the loudest people on the planet. They had constantly bickered when she was a child, which oddly became like a comfort to her. Now that they were older, she needed noise to lull her into a slumber. Her music was soft, mostly acoustic, and the singers often had scratchy voices. Their songs were the best lullabies, and the places they carried her in her dreams were often far from reality.

It was not the removal of the covers or the cool metal to her head that woke her. No, her eyes flew open the moment his fingers yanked away the small buds from her ears. Her music gone, Bella was instantly roused from her dreams. Dark irises opened to the pitch blackness surrounding her. The sky was so cloudy and midnight that it blocked out most of the moon, preventing the sliver of light from escaping into the bay windows spread out on the front wall of her room.

It was then that she felt the chill of the room lap at her bare legs. There was something metallic at her forehead and a strange voice echoing in her ears. Bella tilted her forehead toward him, driving her face farther into the barrel. Her eyes were scanning the room, finally settling on the silhouette of a figure positioned on her bed. Mouth opened to scream, but he had warned her not to do it. She could only imagine now what the object pressing to her skull really was.

Lungs pulled in air with an audible gasp, the noise lingering between them. Her body did not dare to move, nor did she plan to escape. Heart began to beat erratically, pounding against the walls of her chest. To show she would be compliant, Bella nodded her head very slightly several times. She dared not to say a word, not wanting to tempt him to kill her.
 
"Very good, Bella." Diamano said softly, "Understand that your very life depends on how you behave,and how you answer my questions. You live only as long as you are of use to me -and a liar is no use." he said. He stepped off of the bed and looked around the room until he found a chair, which he carefully pulled beside the bed, taking niether his eyes nor his gun off of the young girl.

"Now, I want you to tell me exactly where the rest of your family is, and when they will return." Diamano leaned back in his chair. "I've worked as a hitman for many years -I know lies, so don't think that you can spare your family by lying about when they will be back, or any other subterfuge -you will only anger me, kill yourself and most likely cause them to be tortured."

Diamano smiled wanly to the frightened girl, "and I know this may shock you, but I have lost the stomach to torture -though not the skill.."
 
Bella. He had spoken her name. No, not Isabella, but Bella- the name her family and closest friends called her. Formality deemed her Isabella, as did her teachers and other various adults. This man, though, this hitman had used her improper name like he was her best friend. He stepped back, warning her to be truthful with him or else her life would be ended. She had no reason to lie, but she also didn't have an inkling of an idea as to what he wanted with her.

Pulling up her computer chair, he sat down beside her bed. Her hand reached for the blankets, slowly pulling them back over her chilly body to prevent her tremors. "My family?" She repeated, head shaking back and forth in confusion. "You want my family? Why?" But the answer was as obvious as the gun pointed to her head. She didn't understand why, but she knew he was here to kill them. . . all of them.

"No, please. Please, don't do this. They are at my cousin Angelo's house. He and his wife, Marta, just had a newborn. They're celebrating, but I didn't want to go. I honestly don't know what time they'll return simply because there will be nearly a hundred people at the party." Hands cupped to her mouth, holding back her urge to cry in front of this man. "Please. If someone has wronged someone else, can't I fix it?" She asked him, desperate to spare those she loved most.
 
Diamano smiled sadly to the scared, trembling little girl "We have tried, little one, we have tried so many ways and so many times to get your father to play nice with us." he parted his hands sadly and then brought the gun to bear on her again. "His rebellousness has not only caused great insult to those I work for, but he sets a bad example." Diamono's voice began to get an almost religious tone to it as he spoke "No one may be allowed to show disrespect, not with impunity, not to Cosa Nostra." He said heatedly.

He shook his head and sat languidly back into the computer chair and looked over the young girl and sighed. "So no, little one, I believe that there is nothing you are capable of doing, unless you hold some sway over him that I am unaware of." He smiled and looked over at the girl "SO ...we wait. I believe you, so I will allow you to live to see them, instead of killing you now -which would be the safer course for me."

"the wait could be long..." he said and looked around the room idly and just by chance his eyes fell upon a silk scarf that was hanging on the door of her closet. He looked over at her computer table and decided against tying her over it. "Sit up striaght, and put your hands behind your back, hold them there." he said, and set the safety on his gun and then stood up towards her closet. "I don't need a gun -or any weapon- to kill you. I just use one to ease your suffering." he said, his voice rich with implication.
 
Bella hated the gun being pointed at her; it terrified her. She didn't understand why he insisted upon holding it to her head except for any other reason than to ensure she trembled in fear. She was intelligent, certainly not foolish enough to try to escape from him. Besides, even though she could not see him well in the darkness, she knew he was much bigger than her. He was a trained professional and any physical disagreement between the two would certainly end badly for her.

The man made it clear that this was about her father specifically, not just the entirety of her family. "My father's a businessman." She stated, shaking her head in the darkness. As far as she knew, he was a good, loving family man. He had been to all her recitals when she was a child, planned frequent outings for them as a family, sent her eldest two brothers to college, and never let her mother forget how much he adored her. Whatever this dark man was involved in, she was certain he had mistaken her father's identity. He simply wouldn't participate in any type of group where guns were a means of persuasion. "I don't mean to be rude, sir, but are you sure you mean my father? Paolo Rossi?"

He granted her the mercy of seeing her family one last time, and the wheels began to turn on just how she could warn them. Maybe if she heard the car pull into the driveway, she could somehow escape long enough to tell them to flee. He would surely kill her, but that sacrifice would be well worth it. "Thank you." She muttered, hot tears sliding down her flushed cheeks. She didn't cry for herself, but for her family: her strong dad, beautiful mother, and three brothers. Her youngest brother was only thirteen and had his first girlfriend. She'd never seen him so happy, but that was going to be taken away from him now.

When he told her to sit with her hands behind her back, she obliged. There was nothing she would do to protest any actions as it was her hope that her good behavior could spare the lives of the others. Bringing herself to a sitting position, she pushed her two hands behind her and interlocked her hands. The warning that he could kill her without the ease of the gun sent a violent shiver down her spine. Her full lips quivered, teeth biting into them to try to stop it. "I won't run, I promise."
 
Diamano walked towards her closet and for the briefest of moments turned to grab the silk scarf that was hanging from the door. He quickly bound Bella's hands together and then, satisfied that her hands were secure, he slid his hand under her shoulder and lifted her from the bed. He guided her out of her room, and once in the hallway his eyes roamed her full, but firm figure. It didn't take long for him to walk her to the bathroom, having scouted the entire floor he remembered where it was.

He ushered her inside, in an almost gentlemanly way, before closing the door behind her. Setting his hand on her shoulder, he guided her until she had turned around, her back to the bath-tub and was facing him. "I am about to untie you. You should be aware" he said in a matter-of-fact tone strangely bereft of anger "that even unarmed there are at least two ways I can kill you in this room if you try anything at all." He smiled slightly "I know you are a smart girl, and with that information you will decide to do the right thing."

He took a step close to her hand then reached around her, pulling his body against hers. Her face, so young and yet womanly was inches from him, her firm breasts pressed against the fabric of his shirt, the feel of them made him inhale with the beginnings of arousal. Looking into her eyes he quickly had her wrists untied. He stood back, a more lecherous smile on his face. "Now -open the shower curtain and hold out your wrist to me. And do not give me cause to regret trusting you."
 
He left her unattended while he moved to her closet to retrieve something- her scarf perhaps? Bella remained perfectly in place, making no motion to even attempt to flee from him. She did not want to give him further reasons for tracking her family down and being more cruel than necessary. She silently prayed for their lives to be spared, but if that could not be granted then she hoped he would do it very quickly. She could only imagine the look of terror in her mother's beautiful eyes as she realized her children would die. It pained Bella beyond belief, her heart literally aching in her chest.

When he returned, he tied her hands together with her favorite scarf. It was Italian, imported from her grandmother's city. Easily, he lifted her from the bed and began to guide her down the hallway to the upstairs bathroom. Pushing open the door, he let her go inside. The door was closed, which frightened her. Kill her in the tub and the blood could be washed away. Instead, though, he gave her a warning and spoke of untying her. "I will not flee, sir, I promise."

Her small body was pulled so easily to his, her curves pressing to the muscles in his torso. When he looked down in her eyes, she tuned her face away. It would be easy for him to see her tears now, and she didn't want to show him any signs of weakness. Feeling the give from the restraints, she reached back to pull open the shower curtain. Both wrists were held out, not sure which one he wanted. "Please don't kill my family." She begged, her voice so small. "My Mama is so beautiful in spirit. I love my father so very much, but if you're here to punish him, please let my Mama and brothers go."
 
Diamano took her left wrist, so small, and tied the scarf to it tightly, and then checked to make sure that it didn't cut off her circulation. "I wish I could, I wish I could" he said, involuntarily, his breathing was becoming more ragged as he tuoched her soft skin. he set his hand on her waist and then nodded "Step back, back into the bath-tub" he said, and held onto her as she stepped back. He pulled the scarf over the shower curtain until Bella's wrist was parallel with it. He took her right wrist and pulled it against the metal rod and then tightly tied it.

He moved behind her, standing with her in the bathtub as he worked on her wrists. "I take no joy in killing, little one" he said as he finished tying and checking her wrists, his breathing was quite ragged now from arousal and he pulled the little woman against him. He pulled her hips against his and then ran his hands under her soft camisole, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his fingers. "It is not" he said as his breathing grew more raspy, his arousal pressed against the curves of her black boyshorts "just about him. Many people are willing to die to stand up" at this point he had her firm, bare breasts in his hands as he talked, which he gently squeezed "to us. But if people know that by defying us, they are putting a death sentence on their family -that will make them think twice" he said, and then swallowed.

He gave her breasts a firm squeeze and then held them, and held himself absolutely still, willing his orgasm to recede into nothingness.
 
Bella choked back a sob as he outwardly denied her the simple request of letting most of her family go. She was being very brave, facing her fears and willing herself to be a sacrifice for the safety of her family. She could hear his breathing becoming more irregular as he tied her up, which made her fearful of what he was going to do to her. She'd seen way too many horror movies, one in particularly where a bound woman was slit navel to sternum. The though made her tremble, but she remembered he had the gun. She had been good for him, thus she hoped when he killed her it would be a simple gunshot.

Lips quivered as she stepped back into the tub. She didn't attempt to pull on the shower rod as she knew that if she exerted enough force, she would be able to break it. Strapped into place, he was standing behind her and pulling her little body to his. His cold hands ran under her thin shirt, roaming over her bare skin and finding her bare breasts. Bella gasped and whimpered, though she clamped down on her teeth to keep the frightened sounds from escaping any further. From the center of his groin, she could feel his arousal pressing into the frail garment that separated her skin from his pants. She felt disgusted by it, though she would not show it.

He seemed to enjoy touching her body, which made an idea cross into her head. "Isn't there any price you would accept? What if I offered you myself in place of my family? I'm not begging for my own life, that is yours to take if you wish. But-" she paused, gulping down the bile rising from her stomach- "what if you kept me for a while in exchange for them? Surely I could be of service to you. Would your boss accept a trophy for the lives of my family as payment? Please, please, I am begging. Please don't kill them. Ple-" Her voice trailed off, too weighed down by her own wavering voice.
 
He felt her body tremble in revulsion and fear under his hands, her hair was soft against the side of his face as he leaned forward and brushed his face against hers. His hands moved down her camisole to her thin shorts and began to push them down. Diamano felt immense conflict about his work outside of the situation, but once the adrenaline started flowing he had been known to add rape to his kills.

Her words hit his ear and he exhaled sharply. He thought about his meeting with the Don and how he had been given license to handle matters any way he saw fit. The Don, he was sure, would be happy to avoid bloodshed -and the attention such bloodshed would bring. "We...we can try, little one. Yes, I believe that we can." Diamano stepped outside of the bathtub and looked over the young girl, her womanhood now exposed, the camisole disheveled but still doing it's intended part. He smiled wickedly "your virtuous life is over, little child -understand that." he said wolfishly.

Indeed, he had noticed an innocence bourne of inexperience and being sheltered in her eyes. "We will go, and you will make your father understand that he is to pay tribute and encourage others to pay tribute...or he will recieve your head in a box." he said. "But your family -for now, I'll let live." He stood up and reached for the scarf and unfastened it.

He grabbed Bella's arm not roughly, but possessively and escorted her to her room. "I want you to pack one suitcase, and th en you will call your parents and you will explain that you are leaving, and you will remain safe only as long as he plays nice with my associates."
 
Bella held her breath after her proposal, praying to Heaven and anyone listening that he would accept it. She was young and innocent, which she knew would be a high seller on the market from which he dabbled. He rubbed his face against hers, nuzzling her while his fingers looped inside her underwear and began to pull them down her body. She didn't want this, certainly not, but she would consent to anything he asked so long as he just let her family live. If he wanted to to go so far as act like an animal for him, she would swallow her pride and just do it.

At last, he gave her his word that he would try to use her offer as persuasion. Relief flooded over her, the young woman so grateful that he had accepted the term. For all intents and purposes, he had just warned her that her life, at least the one she had known, was over. Whether her heart continued to beat or not, the innocence she retained would be stripped from her. She nodded, accepting this wholeheartedly. "Yes, I am willing to accept that."

As he moved to untie her from the restraints, she caught something in his words: for now. He would let them live but for how long? All her sacrificing could be for nothing, but if it gave them a chance then she wouldn't argue it. He was even going to let her speak to them one more time before she was taken from the only familiarity she had. As he pulled her from the tub, she bent and pulled her underwear back up on her body. He was being generous for a hitman, even going so far as to let her bring along some clothes.

Back in her room, she moved swiftly. A hooded sweatshirt was thrown over her thin tank top, along with a pair of matching sweatpants. She wanted her body to be covered, even if he took that from her sooner or later. Clothes were thrown in a suitcase along with a book, her Rosary, and a picture of her family. When she had closed it, she moved over to her cellphone and dialed her father's number.

On the second ring, she heard her mother's cheerful voice. "Bella, sweetheart, hello!" "Mom-" Bella choked out, her heart sinking. "Oh, honey, the baby is so sweet! You should have seen his little hands. We're about to leave Angelo's, I got you some-" "Ma, I need to talk to Daddy, please." Her voice was stern, suggesting something wasn't right. "Oh, sure honey. You okay?" Tears were flooding her eyes, but she tried to keep her voice strong. "Yeah, I love you." "Oh, I love you, too, Bella. I'll see you soon."

Paolo's voice was naturally loud and gruff. "What is it, Bella?" He asked her, obviously walking away from the noise in the background. "Daddy, listen to me. There's a man he- oh, it doesn't matter. Look, I'm supposed to tell you that you need to pay tribute and encourage others to do so, too." Her father fell silent, taking a moment to reply. "Bella, I don't know what you're talking about. "He was going to kill you, all of you." She was crying hard now, her voice breaking. "He said you'd get my head in a box if you didn't do whatever he was talking about, but I don't care. Don't come home! Get Mom and go!" She begged, crouching down on the floor. "I'm going with him. I convinced him to let you live, but he said my safety depends on your playing nice with associates." She was speaking so quickly, her anger flowing through her words. "I don't care about me, but protect them!"

Paolo didn't reply to his daughter for a long time, too stunned to speak. "Bella?" He finally said, his voice unfaltering. "Are you scared?" She thought for a moment, shaking her head. "Not for me." "Good, that's good." "I gotta go, tell them I love them." "I will and I love you, too, honey. Thank you, Isabella." The man hung up on his daughter, expecting to never see or talk to her again while she was alive. It wouldn't be long, he believed, until he discovered her body. Until then, though, he would simply act like she was missing to keep the rest of his family safe.

Bella threw the phone across the room, letting it shatter on the wall. She fell into a heap on the floor, rolling herself into a ball. Her sobs were uncontrollable and relentless, but she was so happy this man- this angel of death- had granted her this last moment to talk to the family she had singlehandedly spared.
 
Diamano listened impassionately as Bella said her farewells to her family. Of course, for Paolo there would be no hiding from his obligations, nor sheltering of his family -there were many ways they could be found. but that could be demonstrated to Bella at a later date, should the need arise. For now, it was time to take this new responsibility under his wing. He sat in the computer chair that he had grabbed when she had began her phone call and waited for her sobs to subside. He watched her, curled up and sobbing and quietly moved over to her, setting his hand lightly on her hip and then onto her arm.

"Isabella..." he said softly "Bella" he squeezed her arm reassuringly "your family will come home tonight, and your father -if he is a stupid man- may call the authorities. If he is smarter he will remain silent, and regard you as a runaway. Either way, your bravery has bought them time, maybe their entire natural lives." Firmly, but possessively he grabbed her shoulder and guided her until she was sitting up. "Your family is familiar with the old ways, there is a chance they will behave to keep you safe." Diamano smiled and slid his hand behind her head, sliding his fingers through her thick, dark hair and leaning forward. He looked into her eyes, saw the revulsion and horror there -and kept her still by grabbing her bangs as he kissed her lips firmly. He reached up and grabbed her breast possessively, squeezing it and kneading it in his hand as he looked into her eyes.

He wanted to rape her, not fuck her and certainly not 'make love to' her. But he had to consider that even now the family would most likely be rushing back, so this quick mauling would have to suffice. Leaning back from her, her hair still clutched in his fingers, he said softly "You are a child no more, now you are an adult, now you will be a woman -and even less, if I will it". He stood up and pulled her with him forcefully. "Now! Get your suitcase, my car is parked behind the house, we're leaving through the back door." He saw a sad, uncertain look which he responded to with a shove "NOW!"

At Diamano's insistence they quickly made their way through the house until they reached the back door. "Bella...look." he said, grabbing her shoulder firmly and nodded. They were standing in the open doorway and he nodded at the house. "Take a look, take a long look and remember this well when you go to sleep in the nights to come" he said. He leaned down and took her suitcase from her and then tossed it lightly onto the walkway. He stepped outside of the door and then with a quick movement reached for her and pulled her out of the house and shoved her back. As she stumbled and recovered he quickly brought his hand back and slapped her hard across the face so that her head spun and her cheek turned red. "You are mine. Remember that. Not my wife. Not my mistress, not even my live -you are my possession. NEVEr forget that!"

He gestured at her suitcase and walked to the car. He used his keychain remote to unlock it and nodded "put that in the backseat and sit up front. Don't fuck around either, I might just change my mind" he said warningly.
 
Bella's cries were relentless, unyielding and only growing in intensity. Her sobs became louder, shifting into wails that reverberated across the walls of her bedroom. Chest heaved in a ragged fashion, hot tears sliding down her flushed cheeks. She couldn't stop screaming, her emotional pains unmistakable. She wanted her mother more than anyone at the moment, to feel her soft hands running through her hair to try to comfort her. That thought only made her cry more until she was hyperventilating. Finally, there was no more breath in her lungs. Her salty tears ceased and her noises halted. She fell silent and still on the floor, staring into the dimly lit room.

She remained unmoving when he touched her, not even flinching as he squeezed her arm. He began to speak about her family, even going so far as to address her bravery. His fingers were gentle in her hair, but he suddenly changed. They became more stern while his lips forced themselves upon her. She did not return the kiss, but she didn't wince away from it either. She was stoic now, just a shell of a person. The real Bella had fled to the innermost chambers of her heart, locking herself away. What remained was a fleshy exterior, but the soul was nowhere to be found. She felt his hand kneading her breast in a territorial manner, his eyes fixated on hers.

The innocence of her former self was stripped from her with his words, dark promises reigning the tone in which he spoke to her. She nodded that she understood him. He had to see the compliance in her eyes, the inability to defy him. There was love in her mocha orbs that radiated through her gazes. She would do anything to protect her family even if that meant sacrificing herself to unlimited means. She was jerked to her feet and his voice was assertive as he barked orders. She wasn't disobeying by standing there, but she simply couldn't find the strength to move. As he shoved her, she bent for her suitcase and began to trudge down the long hallway toward the main floor.

She didn't need to be told to observe the house; she was already committing it to her memory. Her eyes scanned every dark picture, remembering where they were taken. Her kitchen smelled of spicy cinnamon and figs, an aroma she loved dearly. He pulled her through the opened doorway, yanking her from the warmth of her house. As if trying to shake her of her fantasies, he slapped his hand harshly across her delicately structured cheek. Mouth parted and jaw creaked, but she didn't offer to rub at the ache. Understanding well that she was just property now, she picked up her suitcase and placed it on the backseat. As silent as she could be, she opened the front door and slid inside the passenger seat.
 
Diamano had a dilemma, it was common for men in his field to have one -or more- mistresses in addition to their wives, but his wife was particularly jealous, and Diamano knew that if he learned about Isabella that his wife would have no hesitation in hiring one of Diamano's own associates to eliminate her. She had done it before, he thought, shuddering. The drive was quiet, the girl next to him barely as talkative as a zombie, which suited Diamano just fine -he had to plan.

He had a friend who owned a small tavern in a quiet neighborhood, the clientele was mostly mafioso, it was almost the mirror image of a cop shop -meaning it was where soldiers went to relax and have a beer on their downtime. He pulled in front of it and nodded "come on, we're going to get you someplace to stay for the night..." he said, nodding at the tavern. As they walked inside most of the patrons' eyes fell on the pretty young girl with Diamano, despite the humble clothing that she wore. They walked up to the bar and a burly man Diamano recognized nodded towards him. "Hey, Damien" the man said, using his nickname "Hey, Dino, how's things."

"Keepin busy" Dino responded, and Diamano noticed that Dino barely looked at Bella -maybe she was too young for him? Not important now. "Hey, is carl around? I need to ask him if he can put her up in his loft for the night..." Dio nodded towards the back of the bar and Diamano tapped Bella on the shoulder "come on" he said, leading her back to the kitchen...
 
Bella was as quiet as a mouse throughout the entire drive, her mind far from the present. Her dark eyes lingered out the window, peering into the night surrounding them. Three times they passed a vehicle similar to her mother's van, which made her heart thump wildly. In a way, she wanted to see them one last time, but she knew the consequences would be deadly if she tried to do anything suspicious.

He drove her to some part of town she really didn't recognize. When the car was parked, her ushered her to go inside with him. Hands shoved into the warmth and comfort of her pockets on the front of her hooded sweatshirt, fingertips grasping the fabric from the inside. Her face and long hair were the only two visibly feminine parts of her, the rest of her delicate body hidden beneath the bulky garments. She was grateful for it, too, as it seemed to keep the men in the bar from staring at her too much.

As terrified as she already was, he frightened her even more when he told her she would be left somewhere to stay for the night. As much as she wanted to be away from him, he was the only familiar she had. Who knew what would happen to her if she was left in the possession of a complete stranger. The tap to her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts, firmly placing her back in reality. Without uttering a word, she followed him back to the kitchen of the place.
 
Diamano led Bella through the dark, empty kitchen of the bar to a door that had a light shinging from the crack underneath it. He knocked "Carl. Diamano." he said and a second later the lock clicked and a heavy-set middle-aged man opened the door. The room was small, only a single light on the celing gave it light and there was a small desk, three chairs and filing cabinets behind the desk. On the desk were various papers, an ashtray filled with cigarettes. The older man looked at Bella quizically and then grinned a wide, lecherous grin. "Damien! You son of a bitch! Come in!" He waved to Bella

"You too..." he said, his sentence trailing off
"Bella." He finished for Carl, closing the door after Bella.
"So tell me about ...."
"Well, you know what a pain in the ass that Rossi prick's been, right? I was supposed to take care of him". Carl nodded as Damien spoke. "So she's the only one there...hey, Bella." Damien snapped at her and nodded to a chair that was posistion on the side of the desk. "Move over there...wantcha to do something while we talk." Carl looked at Damien with a puzzled expression as Damien scooted his chair beside Bella's. Damien motioned to the empty spot beside Bella and Carl slid his chair over.

"We gotta go easy on the bitch..but I figured you could help me break her in while we talk..." Damien said, taking her hand and setting it on the hard lump in his lap...
 
Bella didn't like the manner in which Damiano was speaking about her father. She knew him to be a caring man, not this "prick" who caused so much trouble for whoever the hitman was working for. She couldn't imagine him any other way, though it seemed that others saw him in a darker light. He snapped her name, motioning for her to take a seat. She nodded, moving in to take her place in the chair.

When he spoke of breaking her in, she shivered visibly. Her hand was placed on the bulge in his lap, the girl immediately recognizing it for what it was. She shook her head, her lips pursed to protest. Hand recoiled from his touch as Bella jumped up from the chair. She was prepared to flee, to back out while she still could. Then, she remembered what he said: he didn't need a gun to kill her. How easily he would have caught her and snapped her neck right there in front of this Carl. She looked at him in horror, afraid that he may punish her for her temporary disobedience. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She said, sitting back down. This was for her family, to keep her innocent siblings and mother alive. Trembling fingers went back to his lap, rubbing against his pant-clad crotch. She was biting her lip, trying to keep from crying again. Fingertips reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly. The heel of her hand was against his underwear now, but she didn't want to go any further.
 
Carl gave a small noise of appreciation as he watched Bella rebel and then settle down. "You didn't hafta say a word, and she's fallen over herself...what'd you do to her?" he asked in admiration.

"Scoot your chair over." Damien said, nodding to the other side of Bella "and I'll tell you." he reached down and unfastened his slacks and pulled his cock out from his boxer shorts. He wrapped Bella's fingers around his cock and began to move her hand up and down his cock. He looked into Bella's eyes and nodded over towards Carl "You got two hands, bitch" he said a tone that was no less nasty for being light. Carl didn't need to be told, he reached over and roughly grabbed the young girl's hand and, like Damien, quickly had her fingers wrapped around his cock.

Damien shuddered as he moved her hand up and down his cock "MMMMFUck...yeah. Anyway." he said visibly clearing his head "So, I had to get rid of this punk, right? Teach a lesson, and do the whole family, you know?"

Carl simply nodded, it had been much longer since he'd had tail of any sort and he was much more flustered than Damiano was.

"So, I break in, and Bella here is all alone, schlickin herself off or something, I dunno". The two of them chuckled at Bella's reaction "So, I tie her up and tell her what I'm gonna do. Bitch, though, right...hold on."

Damien paused to shudder and take a deep breath, focusing "Bitch offers to let me take her hostage. Just about jumps in my car, damnedest thing."

"So...you gonna whore her out, Damien?" Carl asked, moving Bella's pre-cum slick hand faster "Maybe let us fuck her. then we can give her to some of the bangers. maybe some of them black-ass bangers would love a trip up that ass of hers"

Damien shuddered at the mental image and looked at her eyes, knowing the racism ingrained in a lot of traditional families he could imagine the cold horror she was feeling at the thought; that, contrasted with Carl's enthusiasm made Damien break out laughing uncontrollably. "Oh FUCK, Carl..god dammit you asshole!" he said, his dick growing limp as he doubled over in laughter "how long's it been since your fat ass got laid, anyway?"

Carl was lost, at that point his own reverie had pushed him to the breaking point. He rasped,his chest rising and falling then he leaned back against the back of his chair and ejaculated, cum shot up his shirt, leaked down Bella's fingers and even hit the side of her face.

"Hope it was good for you, Carl...fuuuuck..." Damien said, still laughing uncontrollably in disbelief. Then he looked at Bella. "Fuckin lick that shit up, you slut" he said harshly, "Lick up every drop of his fucking spunk, you bitch." As he said this, the combination of his harsh words and her reaction made his cock grow hard again.
 
These two men were conversing about her like she was a placid dog, too dumb and stupid to have feelings of her own. It was absolutely humiliating to hear them talk about her in that vulgar manner, calling her a bitch and guiding her hands to their stiffening members. Her face darkened, her cheeks burning with rage and embarrassment. Her small hand was coiled around Damien's length, positioned to bob up and down on it like she was a puppet on a string and he the puppeteer. His fragile skin felt smooth to her palms, the girl trying to find a rhythm of her own so that he no longer had to guide her. When he spoke again, the fat man reached for her opposite hand, making it follow suit to the other.

Her fists were slow and deliberate, rising from base to tip and sinking back down again. Her mind was wandering far away, thinking of happier times and better places when she felt him jolt. Head snapped toward him, hearing his exclamation that he was enjoying the feel of his fingers wrapped around him. She was content on being quiet until the two had a chuckle at her expense. "I wasn't doing anything." She interjected, shooting him a look of daggers. "I did this to save my family, you asshole." She took a deep breath, surprised at her own outburst. She wanted to squeeze both of their cocks until the burst and ruptured in a fleshy mess of blood in their laps. Instead, though, she kept herself steady.

The other man mentioned her body being commonly used, treating her like nothing more than a prostitute. She shook her head in response, though she supposed it wasn't her choice to make. She and Damien seemed to share the same disgust over those thoughts as his rigid length fell limply in her hands. She laughed along with him, though she was mocking him. He was temporarily impotent, which made her smile.

Instead of answering the question posed to him, Carl's girth expanded in her hand before erupting in a massive spurt everywhere. The milky cream streamed down her fingers before shooting up and splashing her pretty face. She lifted her hands free from both men, using the tainted one to wipe on Diamano's pants. Then, she leaned over and grabbed his shirt, wiping her face clean. "No, you lick it up." She said defiantly, staring harshly into his face.
 
"Smart-assed cunt!" Carl brought his hand back and, balling it into a fist punched the young girl hard in the face. "You shouldn't have done that, you stupid kid" Damien said as he pulled her back against the back of her her chair. He saw the dazed look on her face and brought his hand back and drove a punch into her stomach and as she doubled over pushed her forward, slamming her head against the desk. As she slumped to the floor Damien and Carl got up together and gave the girl several kicks to the torso "you're a fuckin whore, you ever, EVER try shit like that again, and I'll fucking kill you, AND GO BACK FOR YOUR FAMILY!" Damien said as he kicked the young girl. He held his hand up after a few kicks and pushed Carl back and looked down at the huddled girl to make sure they hadn't killed her...
 
In the moments of her defiance, Bella had thought she was being courageous. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Her actions were foolish and stupid, and she very well may have crippled her life and ended her family's. The other man scolded her before drawing his fist back and letting it slam into Bella's elegantly structured face. Before she could recover, Damien's strong arms were tugging her to the back of the chair, exposing her stomach so that he could throw his own balled fist into it. Bella gasped for air before falling forward, her tender head hitting the corner of the desk.

Her small body slid out of the chair, crumpling in a heap on the ground. One right after the other, the men thrust their feet into her thin upper body, connecting with ribs and her gut. There was no time to cry or try to protect herself. The force was strong enough that it rocked her across the floor, her sweatpants sliding her around. She could barely hear him now, her head ringing from being hit on the wooden desk. She blinked her eyes several times, trying to clear the blue and purple spots from them. She couldn't speak or get up. Instead, she was curled up, her arms folding over to tightly clutch her stomach.
 
Damien watched as Bella curled up into a protective ball, her sweatpants sliding down revealing the top of her ass crack. With his foot Damien pushed her forward onto her stomach. "Fuck, I never even got mine." he said darkly "fucking bitch." as he spoke he quickly knelt down and climbed on top of her, clawing at her sweatpants with his hands and tugging them down as he held her down with his weight on her torso. He lifted himself up slightly so that Carl could see the young girl's bare ass. "Look, bitch decided to go commando. Guess she wanted to be ready for anything, huh?"

Carl's lustful eyes went towards the girl's bottom and Damien shook his head "Later, she got you off already anyway...I want first shot at this slut's twat." He pushed his leg between hers and force hers apart and then scooted his body up so that his cock was pressed against her labia. "Fuckin slut probably thot she was gonna lose it to her husband during her honeymoon in the carribean or someshit." Damien said. He reached his hand down and grabbed the base of his cock, lining it up against her hymen "This is your honeymoon, slut!" he snarled as he pressed the head of his cock against her hymen.
 
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