I hope you like this one; there is a tiny bit of mature-ish content, but nothing immense. Read on and enjoy!

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Sofia slept on the bare mattress that night. Once she was asleep, Anthony made sure to lock the terrace door after bringing in the knotted sheets. He gazed at the sleeping girl, surprised by how relaxed and comfortable she looked. Then again, he figured she was anxious to sleep and be rid of him for a while. After taking the sheets downstairs and throwing them into the washer, the assassin went upstairs to stand by the door. Looking down, he pondered the issue.

She learned her lesson this time, but she's stubborn; she'll try something like this again.

Anthony thought about it for a few moments before an idea suddenly crossed his mind.

I'll just have to make sure that she can't leave.

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The next morning, the girl didn't want to get up. But after what happened the previous day, she thought it was best to just behave normally. Once she was finished using the bathroom, Sofia went over to the closet to pick out an outfit. However, when she opened the doors, her eyes widened.

Her clothing was gone. She ran over to the dresser, hoping they had been placed with her undergarments. Not only were they not there, but her bras, panties, and socks were missing as well. Her heart started to pound as she opened every drawer in the room. By the end, all she could find were Anthony's clothes; there was nothing of hers anywhere.

Like clockwork, the door opened. Sofia froze as Anthony came to stand in the doorway.

"Did you take my clothes?"

"You did, in a way; it was your actions yesterday that caused you to lose the privilege."

"Wh…privilege? They're clothes!"

"I got you clothes out of kindness. But what you did ruined that, and until I can trust you to not disobey me again, you'll be without clothes."

The girl gripped her pajamas, her face frozen in horror. Her captor smirked slightly.

"Don't look so terrified. You can keep the pajamas, but they'll need to be washed within the next few days."

Looking down, Sofia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She felt so humiliated as she reluctantly followed her captor downstairs into the kitchen. While she slowly ate her oatmeal, the man stared at her, studying her face. After another moment, he wrote something else.

"By the way, don't bother looking for that tape again; I destroyed it last night."

She tried not to react, but the teenager's heart dropped at this.

Now I really can't leave.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

The bed was remade, and Sofia was asleep again. Anthony sat at his desk in the hidden room, fumbling with the tape in his hands. Judging by the girl's face, she had believed his lie; true, he'd originally intended to destroy the tape, but for some reason, he couldn't.

This is her only way of being declared innocent…I just can't do it.

After a few more minutes, he tossed the tape into a nearby drawer and left.

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Four days later, the girl felt such horrid dread. Her pajamas were starting to get pretty ripe, and even she couldn't ignore it. After lunch, she sat on the mattress, knowing what would happen. Sure enough, Anthony eventually entered the room.

"Those need to be washed now."

"Fine," she muttered, getting up to approach the bathroom.

But the man stepped forward and took her arm, shaking his head.

"Let go! I'll throw them out to you, and you can throw them back to me once they're clean."

Looking her right in the eye, Anthony pointed towards the ground. It took Sofia a few moments to realize what he was suggesting.

"Please…just give me privacy."

"I already told you: you gave up your right to privacy by trying to leave. Besides, you're coming with me; they're your pajamas, so you will wash them."

The girl slowly moved away from him, and he hardened his gaze at her.

"Take them off, or I'll do it for you."

When she still wouldn't obey, the assassin approached. Before he could reach out, Sofia punched his hand away and darted towards the door. However, Anthony ran forward and seized her elbow, yanking her back and throwing her onto the bed; he pinned her down, ripping the clothes away from her body.

"No, stop it!"

Before long, she laid naked on the bed. The assassin glared at her as she covered her privates, pointing towards the door. But she didn't budge, so he took her arms and dragged her out. When he finally got the girl into the laundry room, Anthony put the detergent onto the washer, forcing his captive to stand in front of it. After a few more seconds of crying, Sofia decided to just get it done; she poured in some detergent, threw the clothes in, and started the machine. But before she could leave the room, the man took her shoulders and forced her into the library. He steered her towards the sofa and sat down, pulling her with him.

"I did what you said, let me go!" the poor girl begged, frantically trying to cover herself.

Eventually, after a few minutes of struggling, Anthony had her arms pinned behind her, holding her firmly against his chest with his free arm. In her attempt to get away, Sofia had tried to push off with her legs, but her captor moved their bodies so they laid across the cushions and wrapped his legs around hers, effectively stilling her squirms. The woman's muscles soon couldn't take any more, and she slackened. The assassin slowly released her wrists and brought his newly freed hand up to tenderly rub the girl's bare belly.

"Stop," she cried. "I just want to go back upstairs!"

"We're going to sit here until your pajamas are washed, and again while they dry. And from now on, you'll only be in the bedroom when it's time for bed or while I'm away."

As the girl wept, Anthony kept stroking her stomach, trying not to notice the feeling of her soft skin. Sofia tried to wriggle away, but when she couldn't, she just cried harder.

"Don't touch me…"

"Why are you so afraid? I said I wouldn't hurt you."

"You already are!"

"I wouldn't have to if you hadn't lied to me."

Not wanting to talk anymore, the woman simply shut her mouth, with tears silently running down her cheeks.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

After dinner, she was made to put her clothes in the dryer; Anthony's machines were fairly ancient, so it took longer for the job to be done. True to his word, he took Sofia back to the library and made her lie with him again. As the sun went down, the exhausted girl eventually drifted off into sleep, leaving her captor to stare at her face.

I don't like doing this to you; I'd give anything to make you happy, but you have to learn that you can't disrespect me without consequences.

Moving very cautiously, he leaned down and gently kissed the young woman's cheek. Her lashes fluttered slightly as Anthony continued, carefully moving his hand up her belly. Soon, it reached the smooth valley between her breasts. Treading ever so carefully as to not wake his captive, the man allowed his fingers to touch the full flesh. It was softer than he'd imagined, and as the minutes passed, the scent of her skin sent electric sparks up his spine.

Just then, he froze. He'd failed to notice that a certain part of his anatomy was getting a little too excited, and by the time he did, it was too late. Before he could calm himself, the girl shifted slightly in her sleep and rubbed up against the wrong place. He winced as the front of his pants suddenly felt warm. Pausing to think for a few moments, he eased Sofia off of him, picked her up, and swiftly took her upstairs.

The pajamas were dry by this time, so Anthony ran back down and retrieved them. As he returned to the bedroom, the teen's eyes started to open. After blinking a few times, she saw him and stiffened; still, all he did was lay the folded clothing onto the bed, get his own nightclothes, and shut himself into the bathroom. Once the shower was running, the assassin immediately got to work with removing all evidence of the embarrassing event.

I have to be more careful about that…

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