Antonio wakes in a tight room, photos filling the walls of him, solely him. Maybe this was all one of his regular nightmares. He tries to get up, feeling the rope bounding his arms and legs to a chair. "You know I think I'm going to take great delight in breaking you." Natalia's lips sinking onto his cheek, a smirk unfolding. This was her game and no one could tamper with it; she is the cat and Antonio the mouse. "I want you to feel the pain of what you did when you killed my brother." Her claws wrap around his chin, her head moving in and biting him on the neck as her claws sink into his flesh.
He tries to pull out but it is impossible instead he focuses on questions. "Where is Bella? Is Pedro alright?" She rolls her eyes in amusement as she signals and Bella comes in, wearing the same smirk as her. "Does that answer your question? The child though..." She has to stop herself from laughing, "Let's say I made sure he would get a good night's sleep tonight." Antonio tries to pull away his fury, his anger over Bella. It is hard though, almost too hard.
The questions, he needed to focus on them. "Who is the father of Pedro?" The entertainment in their eyes as the girls glanced at one another. "Why don't we help remind you?" There is a icy breeze that runs through the room, it is only then that he notices that they have stripped him. They have made him vulnerable. Natalia snakes in at the back, whispering into his ear, "Your dear Lovino will be wishing he had killed your little girl now."
He is so focussed on Natalia that he doesn't recognise the smooth massaging of his crotch. His lips catch on something as he tires to pull them away but Bella pushes her lips onto his. "What has Lovi got to do with this?" As he talks she pushes her tongue into his mouth, her hands wrapping around his neck as her body gracefully moves up and down, rubbing against his crotch. Natalia busies herself, taking her brother's knife from her boot, sliding it out carefully.
"Your dear Lovi was the one that keeps Bella here. He was the one that paid for me to take her." She rolls her eyes, admiring her blade whilst Antonio moans in protest, feeling himself becoming hard and wet. "Why would he do that? Why would he send her away without telling me?" He needs to breath but every time he tries to Bella only rubs harder. He feels something sharp and painful slash his shoulder and discovers that Natalia has just cut it with her blade.
There is a pleasurable glint in her eyes as she licks the blood off the blade, "Little Lovi found out about your Bella's obsession with you, the idiot thought he could protect you if you thought that she was dead." She chuckles in disgust, her blade whipping out once more and making a deep cut across his torso. "He wouldn't let kill her so I taught her the proper way of life. The way of vengeance." He couldn't focus on everything, it was too hard. He found that Bella had pulled away from kissing and was now lapping up the blood. Her hand squeezes gently, trying to test him.
Natalia cut through the ropes that bound Antonio warningly, "You try to run and I'll make sure Lovino sees you die." She forced him off the seat, kicking him off whilst Bella is still all over him. They land on the cold hard floor, her tongue falling deeper into one of the wound from impact. "You still haven't told me who the boy's father is." He tries to focus on that, his heart racing and his blood pumping around much faster than normal. The memory claws itself into the front of his mind, at last having enough strength. "Haven't I?"
Bella pulls away for a second, her eyes so alive, that smirk infused onto her face. Bending down she nuzzles his erection, licking it slightly which makes it twinge. There is a heavy moan from Antonio, seeing the chance to escape yet being completely unable to. This is how Bella must have felt. His eyes scrunch up as he feel a slash on his back, his blood beginning to cover his whole body by this point. How much longer could he last? His body was beginning to crumple around him, beginning to become more sluggish.
There is the sound of a chest opening from behind and he glances to see one just like Bella's at home. There is a sharp slap from Bella with her spare hand over his face, "You do not look at other people like that. You only look at me. No Lovi, no more feelings for Lovino. Just pure hate." She pulls her hands away from his body, using them to hold his erection. Wait! There was a feeling of knowing running through his mind.
He groans, gripping onto Bella as she guides his erection up her. She was so loose, so in control. The memory kicked out at last, the memory of when they were eating. Bella had kissed him but he had pulled away so she came in stronger, threatening to kill herself if he didn't do as he was told. He couldn't though, he couldn't be the one to take her virginity. She had forced him onto the table, that was were the stain came from... He groaned miserably, trying not to cry. He was the father.