Vittorio
I began to scream. He quickly crossed the distance between us. He placed one of his hands over my mouth, and the other to his lips.
"Shhhhh...you don't want to draw attention, now do you?"
I nodded. He became upset, and pushed me.
"Bitch!"
Trying to get away and realizing I was naked, I ran for the bedroom. He must have thought I was trying to escape completely because just as I reached the doorway he grabbed me. He was behind my body. His arms reached all the way around me. We both paused for I was still wet and oh so very naked. I could feel every muscle in his body. I do mean EVERY muscle. I could feel his breath on my neck. I even heard him let out a very very soft moan. He spun me around.
"Beautiful. My, Marie, just when I think you couldn't possible be a better specimen. You surprised me."
There was so much going through my head. The main thing was to cover up.
"Please let me go."
"No."
"Can I at least have a towel?"
"No, I like you like this."
Naturally, I was getting pissed. I yanked my way out of his embrace, and reached for a towel. When the towel was in my hand, I was knocked down unto the bed.
"What did I say?"
"I don't care what you said. I will not stand here naked and wet. If you want to talk to me...no if you want me to talk to you, you will let me put a towel on."
He laughed. I was disgusted.
"My little wildcat."
"I not your anything."
"No?" The look in his eyes scared me. "You belong to me. Always have since the museum."
"What are you talking about?" As he circled the bed, I wrapped myself in one of the sheets. He laughed at my effort to cover myself.
"How is your appetite lately?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Oh, nothing, I'm just worried about you that's all."
I was getting really confused. "Why all of a sudden you are so worried about me?"
"I have to protect my creations." He looked into my eyes. I felt dizzy and weak. "Boys, help Marie prepare for tonight's festivities." I started to feel faint. I could barely see anything, but I heard, well rather felt, the presence of a few more people in the room. The last thing I remember was hearing two boys say:
"Yes, master."
I began to scream. He quickly crossed the distance between us. He placed one of his hands over my mouth, and the other to his lips.
"Shhhhh...you don't want to draw attention, now do you?"
I nodded. He became upset, and pushed me.
"Bitch!"
Trying to get away and realizing I was naked, I ran for the bedroom. He must have thought I was trying to escape completely because just as I reached the doorway he grabbed me. He was behind my body. His arms reached all the way around me. We both paused for I was still wet and oh so very naked. I could feel every muscle in his body. I do mean EVERY muscle. I could feel his breath on my neck. I even heard him let out a very very soft moan. He spun me around.
"Beautiful. My, Marie, just when I think you couldn't possible be a better specimen. You surprised me."
There was so much going through my head. The main thing was to cover up.
"Please let me go."
"No."
"Can I at least have a towel?"
"No, I like you like this."
Naturally, I was getting pissed. I yanked my way out of his embrace, and reached for a towel. When the towel was in my hand, I was knocked down unto the bed.
"What did I say?"
"I don't care what you said. I will not stand here naked and wet. If you want to talk to me...no if you want me to talk to you, you will let me put a towel on."
He laughed. I was disgusted.
"My little wildcat."
"I not your anything."
"No?" The look in his eyes scared me. "You belong to me. Always have since the museum."
"What are you talking about?" As he circled the bed, I wrapped myself in one of the sheets. He laughed at my effort to cover myself.
"How is your appetite lately?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Oh, nothing, I'm just worried about you that's all."
I was getting really confused. "Why all of a sudden you are so worried about me?"
"I have to protect my creations." He looked into my eyes. I felt dizzy and weak. "Boys, help Marie prepare for tonight's festivities." I started to feel faint. I could barely see anything, but I heard, well rather felt, the presence of a few more people in the room. The last thing I remember was hearing two boys say:
"Yes, master."