Day 1

Rosa finishes her glass of wine in one sip, a few droplets falling on her torso since her mouth isn't big enough to contain all the liquid remaining in the glass. It's been more than an hour since I devour her with my eyes, sweating, erected, just glancing at her slowly undressing and drinking wine in absolute silence. It's a hot night and those chains begin to feel tight everywhere they touch my skin. To make sure I don't try to interrupt her, she's gagged me with one of her sock. Now all that's left is that damn green corset and those filthy garters that she won't take off. She's extremely attractive dressed up like that and she knows it. Oh God, she knows all about it.

"You'll sleep here tonight," she says on a firm and sexy tone, "And I'll come check on you tomorrow after sunset. You'll be fed during the day."

I try to speak but I'm gagged so all my words are muffled. She glances down at me and after an innocent "Oh," she stands and walks her way to me, bends down – and at the same time gives me a good view of her cleavage – and unties the sock so I can speak.

"What is it?" she asks as she kneels in front of me.

"Why did you take me here?" I say, sweating and panting, the erection in my pants throbbing.

She smiles, the beautiful smile of the devil. Her features are dark because the two torches providing the room in light are behind her, but I can still notice her sharp jam, her thick dark eyebrows and her eyes piercing through my soul. She softly cups my face with her hands and leans forward but stops when our noses are touching. Her smile widens. "Why not?" she whispers and then kisses me.

At first, it's gentle and even tender, but it doesn't take too long for her to get wild and rough and diabolically sexy. Her lips taste like the finest wine I've ever tasted and I want more. I try to grab her, to touch her but I can't: the chains tied around my wrists and ankles can't stretch further and I'm already away from the wall.

In an almost brutal way, she stops the kiss and wishes me a good night as she slowly walks towards the door and eventually closes it behind her. I'm now left alone, on my knees, shirtless and weaponless, in a stone cell, somewhere in Italy with an erected member crying to be satisfied. So I sit against the wall and finish the job myself since no one else did it.


A/N: Hi, sorry if this chapter was shitty, but don't worry it's just the first day and no one knows what is happening, that's why it's so short and mysterious. See it as the prologue if you want to, but I still have to call it Day 1 since it's Ezio's first day in custody. I SWEAR THE REST WILL BE A LOOOOOOT BETTER, so please stay around for the next chapters.

*Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed nor any of the characters, everything belongs to Ubisoft*