After a long night of sleep, Olivia woke close to noon. It was bright out and when she sat up there was a tray with breakfast on her bed. She placed her hands on the toast and it was cold. She guessed it must've been there a while. On the tray were scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with fruit and orange juice. The ice in the orange juice melted and water settled at the top. Olivia drank it all the same. She ate her fruit, eggs, and bacon then she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and shower quickly. She changed from the pajama shorts and t-shirt she'd worn to bed into a tank top and a pair of little jeans shorts that were left on her bed. The shorts were loose around her waist but with the tank top pulled over the band, they seemed to stay up.
She felt conscious of her breast. They were rather big for her size and her nipples were visible through the fabric of the tank. She pulled her pajama top over the tank top to hide her nipples and then she finished the rest of her breakfast and left her room.
Out in the hall, just outside her door, she saw the other man who alternated watching her with Felix.
"Hi- he um said I could walk around," Olivia said.
The man nodded knowingly but said nothing.
Olivia smiled slightly and continued down the hall. She wanted to see outside and after getting lost along the corridor briefly, she found her way to the large wooden double doors but this time it was the rear door that led to the back of the villa.
When she opened them she saw a large curving infinity pool and a view of the Spanish plain in the back. There was a tennis court and basketball court on the other side of the pool. There was a jacuzzi on the other side.
She walked to the edge of the pool and dipped her toes into the water. It was warmer than she expected.
It was a temperate day outside and though the sun was bright in the sky it didn't feel scalding hot.
After a few seconds, she moved and continued walking around the yard, scouting the area. Over an hour later she returned to her room to see her lunch on her bed. It was almost 2pm. She took the tray back out to the pool and sat on by the edge of the pool with her legs hanging in the water as she ate.
Halfway through her steak and cheese panini, she heard the click of heels against the pavement coming her way.
"Hello," a woman called. She had dark hair pulled into a high ponytail. She wore a white palazzo pant and a white button-down shirt untidily tucked in. her heels had to be 4 inches high. She had almost 10 shopping bags bundled on her arms.
"I'm Camilla, Fitz's assistant. I bought some things for you and I will show you in your room huh?" She had a slight Spanish accent but she spoke perfect English.
"Hi," Olivia said with a mouth full of food.
She was a conventionally attractive, dark-haired, Spanish beauty who was also quite curvy.
"I'm sorry- why did you-"
"Boss texted me. I got you some really cute things. Come on, come on," Camilla said as she took Olivia by the hand and pulled her up from where she sat.
"I'm-um...eating," Olivia said.
"Eat inside, let's go."
Olivia took her tray from the side of the pool and stood and followed the woman back inside the villa. When they got to Olivia's room Camilla dropped all the shopping bags on the floor and began digging through them and throwing items on the bed.
Olivia stood and watched with the tray in her arms, still eating.
"Look at these," Camilla said excitedly as she held up a jeweled thong, "Agent provocateur."
The color drained from Olivia's face, "whu-wha-why do you have that?"
"The boss said you needed everything so I got everything." She took out a large shoebox. It was black and white and read 'GIVENCHY' on the front. In it was a pair of high heels black leather boots. She took a few more pieces of lingerie and a couple dresses and finally Olivia stopped her.
"Why did he get me all of this?" Olivia asked.
"You're his girl and he has a lot of money, I didn't think he wanted me to buy you cheap stuff. Only the best fashion!"
Olivia's eyes widened, "I'm not his girlfriend, I'm his hostage. He kidnapped me. Did he tell you I was his girlfriend."
Camilla froze, "I- oh I didn't know he just told me to buy some things for a woman. He said you were small and skinny. I assumed it was his girl. God dammit, he never tells me anything and I just spent 20,000 euros for nothing."
Camilla stood and stormed to the door.
"Wait- aren't you gonna take them back?" Olivia asked.
"I already bought it, just keep it," Camilla said as she walked out the door and closed it behind her.
"What the hell am I gonna do with this?" Olivia said mostly to herself.
When she finished eating she wasn't sure what to do.
She wasn't used to having days where she did absolutely nothing. She'd been busy for as long as she could remember. There was always school- copious amounts of school- and science and math clubs and studying. She'd gone to college at the tender age of 15 and after three years she graduated Harvard with an accelerated degree in Chemistry and a minor in Neurological sciences. She moved on to Harvard medical school and after 4 years she'd graduated at 22 years old. Now three-plus years into her residency at one of the busiest and best hospitals in the country, while she worked an extra part-time job, an easy day was not something she was used to. Her body teemed with energy that she didn't know how to expend. She felt like she needed to go running or swimming or do anything that would rid her of some of the pent up energy she had.
She was still a hostage and she kept having to remind herself not to get too comfortable because her situation could change instantly. It was only a day ago that she was writhing on the floor in full-fledged hunger.
She fell asleep on the bed, contemplating her future.
Later in the evening when she woke it was dark out. Food was on her bed as it had been all day. Dinner consisted of steak and salad. This time, she didn't eat right away, she went to shower and quickly changed into the clothes she'd worn when she was taken. They'd now been washed and folded by the help. After she changed, she brushed her curly hair out until it fell loosely past her shoulders then she pulled it back tightly into a ponytail.
She walked to the door quietly, realizing that if there was a camera in her room they'd already be watching her and she might get caught before she even truly began her escape.
There was no guard outside her door as she expected and so she walked quickly down the hall, nonchalantly passing the staff and Fitz's body men who seemed to be ignoring her.
She got outside to the pool. The yard was empty much like it was earlier in the day. Now the pool glowed blue with lights lit under the water. She quickly walked down the length of the pool then turned to the side facing the cliff and quickly made her way down the stairs she saw earlier when she scouted the yard.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs she was greeted by a fence that she struggled to climb over and continued down the hillside until she reached a wall. She hadn't seen a wall when she was scouting earlier.
Then she heard sardonic laughing and her heart immediately dropped. It was his voice and it was his icy blue eyes. Him, and quite a few other men, five to be exact.
"I win," Fitz said, "pay me my 100 euros," he said as he turned to Jake.
Olivia stepped back slightly feeling the need to burst into a run. She felt unsafe. Every fiber in her being felt unsafe.
Jake reached into his pocket and took out a stack of bills and handed Fitz one of them.
"I really didn't think she had the guts but you were right," Jake said to Fitz.
Fitz chuckled and folded the bill in his pocket. "When you took your time scouting the grounds today I figured you were up to something then you took a day nap and I was positive you were preparing for a night trip. You put on your old clothes so it'll be easier to confirm your identity with Boston police if you go to a police station."
"If you're gonna kill me just do it," Olivia said shakily.
"Kill you? For trying to escape? Nah. I actually respect it. You have some fight in you. I like that."
Olivia was confused, "you said you'd kill me if I tried to escape."
"I did?" he said with a smirk,"I threaten so many people daily I forgot the shit I say sometimes."
Olivia breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now though unfortunately I can't really trust you to sit here and keep your ass quiet so now you'll travel with me."
"What?"
"You heard me," Fitz said dryly, "go back to your room."
Olivia was still confused but she didn't argue. As she turned and walked away she heard laughing again. This time it was very clear they were laughing at her.
"Don't laugh at me," she said as she turned around.
"Did you see her jump the fence," Fitz said as he laughed hysterically.
"It's not funny." Olivia walked closer, getting angrier by the second.
"She could barely get over it. That's the funniest shit I've ever seen in my life."
Olivia shoved him as hard as she could manage. "It's not funny. Don't laugh at me," she screamed as she pounded her fists into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Fitz grabbed her by the wrist and held them together.
"Enough!" he barked, annoyed that she was crying yet again.
Olivia finally stopped, frightened by the depth of his voice.
"Get outta here with that fucking crying Olivia," Fitz said.
"I'm not a child," Olivia said tearfully as she tried to pull her wrists from his grip but failed.
Fitz gripped them tighter and pulled her closer as he stared into her eyes. "Then stop acting like one." He let her go and she stumbled back.
"Fine, I'll stop acting like a child if you stop being a bully because you're overcompensating for your tiny penis."
The group of men tore into laughter with Fitz laughing the loudest and most animatedly. Olivia waited annoyed for the laughter to die down. When Fitz finally caught his breath he said, "I bet you couldn't handle this tiny penis." They burst into a fit of laughter again, like a bunch of schoolboys in a park.
Olivia rolled her eyes and walked back to the way she came. This time when she reached the fence she searched for a gate and found it easy to open. There was a camera in her room, she was sure of that now.
Back in her room, she undressed from her baggy jeans and sweater and changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a top left in the bedroom the day earlier. The new underwear had not yet been washed but apart from that fact, it was much too sexy.
She couldn't sleep that night and as much as she tried not to get comfortable in his home, not to forget she was a hostage even if her captor had just bought her upwards of €20,000 worth of luxury clothes, still, she found herself wandering down the halls after midnight looking for comfort. Comfort that night meant going to the theater room and taking a throw blanket to snuggle under while she watched some version of a housewives series until 4 in the morning when drifted off to sleep in the reclining chair in the theater room.
"Boss, why didn't you tell me she was your hostage before I went out shopping for her?" Camilla asked Fitz.
It was just after 8 in the morning and she'd just made her way there after he texted her late in the night asking her to come in.
"Who told you that?"
"The girl."
Fitz chuckled, "jesus christ I'm gonna have to tape her fucking mouth shut."
"Well I bought her 20,000 euros worth of stuff because I thought she was your whore for the weekend and you wanted to treat her."
"Whatever, listen," Fitz said, "I want you to take her out for the day."
"Why?"
"Just to fuck with her," he said with a chuckle, "Whatever you're doing today just bring her along. I have a lot going on and I don't want her to be here for it."
"It's my day off- well it was my day off. I was going to go get my hair and nails done and get a wax," Camilla said.
"That's perfect. She'll hate it."
"She does seem like one of those goodie-two-shoes types," Camilla said. "Fine, I'll babysit. I'll take her to wax her pussy, I bet that'll piss her off."
Fitz shrugged, "I'm sending you with two guards, that should keep her in check.."
Camilla rolled her eyes, "fine," then she chuckled, "why are you giving her so much attention."
Fitz smiled, "I like fucking with her. She gets mad and she cries. If she doesn't want to do something just threaten her that I won't feed her, she'll fucking go nuts."
"You hate when people cry?"
"Yeah I hate it when she cries but I still think it's funny. I'll bet you she'll cry at least once today."
"You are such a troublemaker," Camilla said with a smile, "I'll do you one better. How about if you win I'll give you a blowjob and if I win then you give me some of that delicious penis."
Fitz shrugged, "will your boyfriend approve?"
"Like you care about that…"
He smiled, "I don't but I like bringing it up. Fine, that's the deal."
Camilla nodded and smiled, "deal."
Camilla walked into Olivia's room a short time later without knocking. She found her asleep and walked to the bed and pulled the sheets back slightly and tapped her shoulder. Olivia woke immediately.
"Did my pager go off?" she said, disoriented.
"Pager?" Camilla asked, confused.
Olivia looked around and realized she wasn't in the ER which is where she thought she was. She was still in her captor's villa.
"Sorry. Good morning- um-" Olivia was confused by Camilla's presence.
"You're traveling with me for the day."
"Huh? Why?"
"Boss said so. I don't ask questions."
"I don't really want to go."
"I'm sorry, it's not up to us. I do what the boss says. I'm gonna give you half an hour to get ready and then eat some breakfast then we'll go."
Olivia nodded, annoyed. "Is Fitz here?"
Camilla nodded.
"Can I speak to him?"
"No, sorry, he doesn't want to speak to you."
Olivia frowned, "fine." She stormed out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. The sleep was still heavy in her eyes as she showered and washed her face and brushed her teeth. She dressed in her old baggy jeans and sweater.
Half an hour exactly after Camilla had arrived, she returned.
"You can't wear that."
"It's my clothes."
"It's ugly, it fits you poorly and I bought you clothes yesterday."
"Those aren't my clothes."
"You have to wear them."
"I refuse."
Camilla smiled and walked closer, "please don't be difficult. We could have a fun day where we aren't surrounded by guards and if you're lucky you might even escape if I'm not paying attention for a second. Look at this as an opportunity. Please get dressed in something I bought so we can leave sooner rather than later."
Olivia nodded and walked across the room to the pile of clothes and picked out a long white flowy maxi dress. It was October in Spain and the weather hadn't yet turned. She wore the dress with her old converse sneakers.
"That's fine," Camilla said. There's breakfast in the kitchen then we leave."
Olivia nodded and walked to the kitchen to eat the omelet prepared for her and after another half hour, Camilla came to escort her out to the SUV.
Olivia was surprised when two guards were waiting for them by the car and instantly she felt ridiculous for thinking Fitz would let her go with Camilla alone.
"You lied," Olivia said with a shrug.
"Sorry," Camilla said with a smile.
"Where are we going?"
"Barcelona," Camilla said. "It's a short drive from here."
Olivia nodded and headed in the car. Half an hour later they arrived in the city. They drove for another few minutes until they stopped at what looked like a hair salon. One guard followed them into the building while another who'd driven the car stayed back.
Olivia walked to the waiting area but Camilla stopped her. "Come on, you come with me."
"Marisol," Camilla called, "take care of my friend please." Camilla finished in Spanish.
"What would you like?" Marisol asked Olivia in Spanish but Olivia didn't answer.
"Wash, blowout," Camilla said.
"Sit in chair," Marisol said in English to Olivia, and this time Olivia obliged.
Olivia found herself beyond annoyed as her head pulled back and forth between a wash and a treatment then sitting under a dryer then a blowout. Afterward, she was taken to the spa where Camilla seemingly turned her into a doll by having the staff perform every cosmetic service she could think of. Olivia's breaking point came when she was taken to a back room and told to strip for a wax.
"I'm not doing that," Olivia insisted.
"You have to."
"No I don't. I ve done everything else even though it's been stupid and pointless."
"But you look so nice now. Your hair is so pretty and so long and shiny. Your nails are so nice," Camilla said.
"I hate them."
"You've never done your nails?"
"I'm training to be a neurosurgeon. When would I have time to do my nails and even if I did what would be the point."
"Well you aren't a neurosurgeon now are you?"
Tears came to Olivia's eyes as she was reminded of her dreams in jeopardy.
"Don't cry, don't cry," Camilla said quickly, not wanting to lose the bet.
Olivia blinked her tears away.
"Just think of it as a free spa day. Most people when they're kidnapped they're kept in a dungeon and beaten up and all that bad stuff but you're out and about. That's not so bad. Have you ever been waxed before?"
Olivia shook her head.
"It'll hurt but it'll feel so good after. Soft like a baby's butt."
"I really don't want this."
"Don't think about it," Camilla said. "I'll come back after you change. Or in your case just pull up your dress and take off your underwear."
Olivia nodded and when Camilla left, she removed the shorts she'd worn under her dress. She didn't have any underwear on.
She laid on the table and waited until a few minutes later Camilla and a young woman entered.
"Camilla, can you leave? I don't want anyone here, this is embarrassing enough."
"You know I can't leave," Camilla said with a chuckle, "don't worry, we have the same thing and you can watch mine."
Olivia rolled her eyes and turned her head and stared straight at the ceiling.
"Okay mami," the woman said as she opened Olivia's leg slightly and lifted her knee. "Hold it like that." She walked to the small table with the wax warmer and used a small spatula to spread the warm chocolate onto Olivia's crotch then she took a piece of cloth and pressed it against the same spot then she tore it off.
Olivia didn't scream like she wanted to, she just bit her lips in angry defiance of her pain.
"Good," the woman said, "I'll go quickly."
The woman ripped patches of hair from Olivia's crotch until eventually, tears had come to her eyes.
"Oh you're too pretty to cry," the woman said, "you never wax before?" she asked.
Olivia didn't answer, instead, she wiped her eyes and closed her fist tighter. When she was finished she got up and pulled on her shorts and stormed out of the room. There was a guard outside the door.
"I'm ready to leave!" she barked as she headed towards the exit. The SUV was still parked in front of the location and she opened the door and let herself in. Her legs felt sticky from the remnants of chocolate left between them.
Soon after Camilla and the other guard came out.
"We're not done yet," Camilla said.
"Oh yes we are," Olivia replied.
"No we're not."
"You're gonna have to drag me outta this car kicking and screaming if you want to get me back in there," Olivia said flatly as she folded her arms and planted herself firmly in her seat.
"You know what? I don't have time for this spoiled brat," Camilla screamed. "Let's go." She walked around to the other side of the car and got in and slammed the door. Forty minutes later they arrived at the villa. After they'd parked in the main driveway Felix came to her door and opened it.
"We go, come on."
"No." Olivia said firmly.
"No?" he questioned.
Camilla stepped out of the van on the other side. "I'm over it!"
"Come on, let's go," Felix said again.
"No." she said again.
He sighed and then seconds later she heard another man's voice. It was Jake's voice.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Olivia didn't answer.
"Just call Fitz man," Jake said, frustrated.
Just as Jake had said the words Fitz was walking over.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"She won't get out of the car," Jake said.
"Who?" Fitz asked as he walked closer.
"Who do you think?"
Fitz stopped and looked in the car and saw Olivia with her arms folded, huffing in the back seat. He chuckled as he watched her. She kept her eyes straight, trying to avoid looking at him but she could see him. He was sweaty as if he'd just finished working out. His shirt clung to his body with wet spots of sweat all over.
"Don't laugh at me," Olivia said angrily
"Why won't you get out of the car?" he asked, trying to stifle his smile. He looked her over. Her curly hair had become straight and shiny and dropped past her shoulders almost to her breasts. Her face looked a bit different too. She looked sharper like they'd done something to her face but he didn't know what. She looked more mature and not as child-like as she used to.
Olivia didn't respond.
"Fine," Fitz said, accepting her non-answer. "Get out of the car."
"No."
"Get out of the car," he said again.
"No."
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR OLIVIA," he barked so loud her heart dropped for a moment.
Olivia finally, angrily, stepped out of the car.
"Was that so hard?" Fitz asked angrily.
She walked in the direction of the villa without a response.
Fitz took a breath and chuckled though he was irate only moments earlier.
"You pissed her off good," he said to Camilla."Did she cry?" Fitz asked.
"No," Camilla answered.
Fitz looked at the guard who nodded.
"Lying to get penis," Fitz said to Camilla, "that's not pathetic at all," he joked.
"Shut up," Camilla said, "She cried when they waxed her pussy. Are you happy?
"Yes, now go help her pack her shit for Sicily."
"I'm not her assistant or her babysitter-"
Fitz turned around and walked away, "I don't know why you're still talking to me. I told you to do something," he called over his shoulder.
Camilla huffed and walked to the villa to find Olivia who she grew to dislike more and more with each passing moment. She couldn't understand why Fitz seemed so fond of her.
A/N - let me know what you think!