Chapter 25.

The next morning I stood in the shower, completely dazzled. Was I going crazy? I knew Raoul was a monster. I knew everything now… But what could I do?

Raoul had left early that morning, even before I woke. He had locked me in again, I knew that much because I checked the door. Twice.

Not even the hot, steaming water could unfreeze my heart. No matter how badly Raoul had been treated… This was all wrong. So very wrong.

After getting dressed I sat on the bed, pulling my legs up and staring outside. I was confused, scared and I was worried. I feared Raould and at the same time I felt sorry for the things that had been done to hurt him.

I let my eyes wander towards the door. The fact he locked me inside, was scaring me. I did not want to be his prisoner. He could not just do as he pleased with me. I was no object. No thing…

I sighed and stared before me. I had to get away somehow. I needed an escape route from everything. From Raoul.

When I finally heard the door unlock, it was Raoul that came in, carrying a small tray with lunch.

'My love, are you hungry?' He gave me a smile, walking in further and placing the tray on one of the bedside tables.

'Not really…,' I answered softly. I had not moved from my spot on the bed, wondering and worrying about this situation.

He watched me curiously and walked closer, taking place next to me on the bed.

'What is troubling you, my darling?' he asked me, his voice smooth and deep. I swallowed, not meeting his eyes.

'How long are you going to keep me in here, locked away?' I asked him. I only looked at him when he remained silent for a while. He stared at his hands, before his eyes found mine.

'We will return to your apartment tonight.' My eyes grew wide at his words. Not because I enjoyed the idea of going home, but because of what it meant for the situation he had placed us in.

'But what about…' I was scared to ask what I wanted to know. He licked his lips, his eyes never straying from looking in mine.

'What about Bond, I assume you meant to ask me?' He finished for me.

'Mister Bond is…. here. He won't be bothering us anytime soon after we leave.'

'What do you mean?' I asked him. He suddenly stood, pacing the room. It nerved me.

'He should not be on your mind. Not at all.' His words were harsher then he usually spoke towards me and I wondered why.

'I lock this door to keep you safe, to keep you… away from it all. You do not need to worry about Bond or anything else. Tomorrow we will wake in your little apartment, you will open your store like any other day.' He stopped right before me and kneeled down, taking my hands in his.

'Eat your lunch, when I return, we will fly home,' he placed a kiss upon my hand, while his eyes stared in mine, rather intensely.

'Use the time to rest, darling.' With those words he stood and left me alone, once again.

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It was already starting to get dark when the door was unlocked. I had not touched the lunch Raoul had brought me and was lying down on the bed, my back facing the door. I closed my eyes. Why couldn't I just make everything go away by closing my eyes.

I heard the door open and footsteps walking in, before the door was closed again. A soft sigh was heard, before the footsteps came closer and closer. I felt the bed dip and then a large, warm hand on my cheek.

'Good evening darling.' I sighed, faking waking up just now, blinking a few times before my eyes found his.

'Are you ill? You have not touched your lunch,' he asked me, sounding worried. I slowly sat up and pulled myself backwards, his hand on my cheek falling down onto his lap.

'I'm fine,' I answered. His let his eyes travel over my body and then back up meeting my eyes.

'You are nervous. Scared. Of me.' It was not a question this time. I swallowed and licked my lips.

'I don't know what to think… I'm confused.' He watched me for a few seconds in complete silence, giving me once again all the opportunity to watch his broad body next to mine. Thinking about how easily it would be for him to hurt me. I shivered.

'Nothing I say will ease your fear of me, I am afraid,' he then said. He moved back on the bed, watching me still.

'We will depart in half an hour, but… First I will show you something. Come,' He extended his hand for me to take. I very slowly took his hand. He gently pulled me from the bed, until I stood before him, watching his every move.

He kept my hand in his, walking towards the door. His pace was steady, his grip gently, but firm enough to not let me get away.

We walked down several stairs, round a lot of corners. Every wall was black or grey. Everything looking dirty and ruined. While I was a little afraid of what Raoul intended to show me, I was also glad he was not leaving me alone in a dark filthy room.

When he suddenly halted before a door I almost collapsed into his chest.

'What I want to show you is behind this door. You might think it shocking. All I ask of you is to keep my story in mind.' His eyes were hard to see in the dark, but he stood so close I was able to see the fire in them.

He brought one hand up, his fingers gently caressing my cheek.

'The outcome will be the same however, I will never let you go. Never.' Where his caress was so nice and gentle, his words brought back all the fears I had almost forgot.

He turned and opened the door, grabbing my hand and pulling me in with him. I had to blink a few times, seeing how light it was in the enormous hall we were walking into.

On the sides stood a lot of computers and tables. I saw a lot of men guarding the doors, enormous machine guns in their hands. I swallowed and was glad Raoul pulled me closer. He possessively placed a arm around my waist, pulling me even closer.

I saw the men eyeing me curiously, but they all remained silent. It was so very strange. We kept walking until I say a chair in the middle of it all, a man bound down onto it. His back was facing us. I feared I knew who was sitting there.

Raoul walked us around the chair, releasing his grip on me momentarily to pull a chair out for himself, opposite of Bond. He then grabbed my arm again, sitting down, placing me on his lap.

'Well, well. Mister Bond. We meet once again.' I heard Raoul was sounding so much more intimidating then he had ever spoken to me. He placed a hand firmly on my thigh. I understood it was not only to keep me perfectly in place, but also to let the man before him know I was his.

Bond looked him straight in the eye, his eyes not once watching me.

'You should kill me before I get loose,' Bond told him. I saw his muscles move, trying to break the bonds around his hands and feet. But it seemed to no use. Who ever had tied him had not intended for him to break loose easily.

'No, no, no mister Bond. You will not leave this island. Not ever. But first, maybe you could tell me why you think you are here. My angel here, would love to hear it from your mouth.' He used his free hand to place my hair over one shoulder, bowing down to kiss my neck.

'You see, the world may think I am the great villain, the monster. And maybe I am, for a part anyway. But I am not the only one. Not the biggest monster of them all. Am I mister Bond?' He spoke. The hand on my thigh gripped me a little harder, before easing it's grip once more.

The other hand played with strand of my hair, his lips still next to my ear.

'You will always be the bigger monster, not matter what you do,' Bond spoke, the hatred very clear in his words. Raoul tssked him.

'Oh come now mister Bond. Tell her about the time you decided to let me die. To follow M's orders, not matter the consequences. Tell her.' He was talking even sharper now. His voice on edge, his voice sounding deep and dark.

It was the first time agent Bond watched at me. I did not see any emotion in his eyes, not even pity or anger. He just looked at me, before he stared at Raoul again.

'She's innocent, let her go.' I heard Raoul chuckle before I felt his lips against my temple, kissing me lightly.

'No that will never happen. You see, this angel here, she belongs to me. She is mine completely.' I shuddered, not daring to move at all. I had never seen Raoul like this, never heard him talk like this.

Yet I did not understand the situation. Agent Bond seemed unhurt. Tied down, yes, but there was not a scratch on him to be seen.

'Does she know how you look without the implant. What a monster you really are.' Bond continued. I wondered how he dared to talk like this, being tied down and all. Was he not afraid?

Raould chuckled, this time so dark I shuddered even more.

'She knows everything there is to know about me. I've had her almost every night, gave her freedom. Watched how she decided not to leave me, time after time. I'd say she would choose me anytime over anyone else, Bond. And always over you.'

It then clicked in my mind. In his sick mind Raoul was afraid I would leave him for Bond! He was acting out of jealousy and revenge for what was done to him.

I turned my head, watching Raould. He instantly locked eyes with me.

'Tell him you are mine, that you truly enjoy the way I can make you feel. How I can make you come undone, every time we make love. Tell me you will never leave me darling.' I was so very afraid of what he wanted of me, what he would do to me.

'I will not leave you,' I spoke, my voice sounding scared and broken. It sounded so small compared to his deep and dark voice.

He bowed down to kiss me hungrily. I felt his hand on my thigh creeping higher, touching my crotch through my jeans, startling me. I moved a bit, at what he gripped my thigh again, keeping me still, while his lips hungrily grazed mine.

I was out of breath by the time he released me, his eyes watching me closeby.

'Mi inocente ángel, tan puro, tan deliciosamente maduro.' He kissed my neck before he watched Bond again.

'Well mister Bond, it seems our time has ended once more. But more definitely now. More… permanente.' I shuddered hearing his spanish words. It made him more foreign to me.

Raoul stood, pulling me up with him, his hand finding mine swiftly. He gave Bond one last look, before he watched me.

'Do you have questions for mister Bond, angel. It is your last chance. Ever.' I swallowed and shook my head. I was too scared to afraid to ask anyone anything. Raoul's sharp features warmed a bit, his hand placing a lock of my hair behind my ear.

'Good girl. Then let us go home.'

He walked me up towards the door, not once glancing back, not once giving any of the men as much as a glare. But right before he opened the door, he turned to face the man with a large riffle. A dark figure, seeming as dangerous as Raoul.

'Haz que sufra.'

I had no clue what he just said, but it gave me the chills to hear him speak so darkly in his native tongue.

He nodded once, opening the door and walking us out of the room. I wondered it the helicopter would be waiting for us or something, when Raoul pulled me into a dark room. It was small, dark, the only lighting coming from a small light bulb, showing there was a chair in the room, and a desk, but nothing more.

He closed the door behind us, locked it and then released my hand. He licked his lips and watched me with eyes that still flamed with something.

'You behaved…. better then I would have thought back in there, my darling.' he said. He started walking small circles around me, making me turn with him, not sure why we were in this room.

'What… what do you mean Raoul. What are we doing in here?' I hammered. I felt my heart race through my chest. Was he going to kill me?

He smiled, a genuine smile, that turned into a grin.

'You showed your obedience in there, and I liked it. I needed it. And I need it now.'

I pulled my arms around myself, unsure what he would do to me.

'You are hardly a virgin anymore. I taught you how to open yourself to a man. To me. I opened you up. Don't hide yourself for me now.' He stopped his circles and stood right before me.

'You will undress, and then lie down on that table.' I shuddered. I had never heard him talk to me like that. Ordering me like that.

He cocked his head to the side when I did not move instantly.

'Raoul…' I was afraid of what he would do to me.

'Now angel.'

I slowly brought my arms down and saw him nod in approval. I slowly let my hands down to the end of my shirt, before pulling it over my head.

Raoul took a few steps back, sitting down on the chair, watching my every move.

'Continue,' he spoke, when I placed my shirt on the desk. My jeans followed. Leaving me in my underwear. He nodded again, a smile starting to form around his lips.

'Good girl. Now remove the rest for me and get on the desk.' I took a few shay breaths, undoing my bra and stepping out of my panties. I sat down on the edge of the desk. He licked his lips but he was not moving.

'Lie down on your back, and open your legs. Wide.' I shuddered and slowly laid down. Opening my legs a little bit. I wondered how much pain he would inflict upon me. I had never seen him like this before. He was so dark, so intimidating.

The moment I heard him move I closed my eyes and gripped the sides of the desk.

He scolded me gently, like I was a naughty child.

'Wider.' His hands were on my thighs, spreading them as wide as they could. I was ashamed, the idea of him watching everything there was to see about me making me blush and afraid.

'So beautiful. So pink. So womanly.' I startled when I felt him lick my thighs before his tongue found his way towards my centre. He licked my lips gently, entering me with his tongue, diving it in as deep as he could go. I shuddered and gripped the desk even tighter. He suckled on my clit and entered me with a finger, gently pumping it in and out of me.

I felt myself grow wet, earning a few soft Spanish words from his lips. He added a second finger, his tongue still licking my clit. When I felt like coming, he pulled his fingers from within me and stood. I only then realised I had been moaning softly. He chuckled and opened his trousers, pulling his hard cock out. He coated himself in my juices sliding between my lips, but not entering me yet.

'You need to learn I will never hurt you. I will always be gentle with you. I will never fuck you, the only thing I do to you is make love. Always.'

With those words he slowly pushed himself inside of me, filling me completely making me moan. His hand easily found its way towards my breast, kneading them. His other hand was between us, his thumb on my clit. His groaned loudly. He started a gentle pace, pumping me steadily, and deeply. I shuddered feeling myself getting close to finding release. It was then he stopped moving and I opened my eyes, finding his.

'Are you afraid now?' He asked me. I swallowed and shook my head. He chuckled.

'No? Are you sure?' he pulled himself from within me only to push back in quite slowly.

'What do you want?' he asked me then. I bit my lip. I was so close.

'Angel?' he asked me when I did not answer.

It took me all my pride but he won.

'Please make love to me.' He smiled, bowed down to kiss me and then restarted his movements. His skilled fingers worked my clit, within seconds driving me over the edge.

Who is happy they are back?!

The spanish translations:

'Mi inocente ángel, tan puro, tan deliciosamente maduro.'

*My innocent angel, so pure, so delightfully ripe.

*Haz que sufra.

*Make him suffer.