Page 11 of Vow of Hate

I can’t make myself look at him any longer.

“What does that make you think?” he asks. “Does it excite you?”

“No.”

“Scare you? Excitement and fear can be closely related, you know. Should we test this out?” He saunters over to the wall and grabs one of the life-like looking dildos and brings it back to me. “You can touch it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Touch it, Sienna.” His tone tells me I’m in no position to argue so I wrap my hands around it. The dildo is a lot softer than I imagined. A lot bigger too. My hand barely fits around it.

“You’re so small,” Dante murmurs. “A cock this big inside of you would hurt. I’m this same size.”

I gasp and let the dildo go. It drops straight to the ground. A sneer crosses Dante’s face.

“A good little girl like you.” He shakes his head. “It’s such a shame. You could be enjoying your body. Using it to fuck men. Find your pleasure. Have fun in life. But instead, you’re wasting it away. Sometimes I hate mafia culture. Life would be much more fun if everyone wasn’t so fucking uptight.”

“Why do you have a cross in here?” I ask, changing the conversation. The topic of dildos and penises is too much. “Isn’t it sacrilegious?”

“Only if you believe in God,” he says as he leans in close to me. I gasp. Not believing in God? “Does that shock you? It is possible for people to not have a religion. I haven’t had one in a long time. When you’re not worried what God thinks, it’s a lot easier to live your life how you want it.”

“By hurting people. That’s not ok, even if you don’t believe in God or not.”

His eyes flick down my body and back up. “Your pussy is covered in hair. I’ll have to shave it all off. I want to see you.”

The thought of Dante shaving me is a shocking one. It makes me shudder and yet… there’s that small tingle in my stomach again. I still can’t make sense of it.

“I don’t want you to see me,” I whisper.

“Oh, poor little Sienna.” He runs the back of his hand down my cheek.

“You promised not to touch me.”

“I meant I wasn’t going to touch your cunt or your breasts but you’re face isn’t off-limits. I can caress your face like a lover. And trust me, Sienna, you would like me as a lover. I’m very giving. I like to see women come when I touch them. Or when I eat them out. Or when I fuck them with my cock.”

Some of his words don’t even make sense. Eat them out? Is he a cannibal now? I wouldn’t put it past him.

“Please,” I whisper again.

All the excitement leaves his eyes and he frowns, backing away from me. “It’s no fun if you always beg me to let you go. It’s not happening, Sienna. I told you: you’re mine now.” He pauses and the excitement returns to his face. That makes me more afraid than anything has so far. “I want to play a game with you.” He bends down and unties my ankles from the cross.

I stumble away from it. “What are you doing?”

“I’m letting you go.”

“What?” I’m not sure I heard him right.

“You want to go so badly. I’m letting you go. So go.” He motions to the door. “Run. See how far you make it.”

Dread forms in my stomach. This is my chance at freedom and yet… it doesn’t feel like it. There’s no way I can outrun Dante. So what will happen when he catches me?

But I have to try. For my mother’s sake. She would want me to try and fight.

With a gasp, I take off running. I remember the way to the front door and I don’t hesitate. My feet and legs are fast as I run down the hallway and back into the large, grand foyer. Dante’s mansion is a lot bigger than the house I grew up in and I grew up with a lot of wealth. How much more money and power does Dante have than me?

I make it to the front door and slam into it. Ignoring the pain, I wrap my hands around the doorknob and turn… except the door doesn’t open. I try the doorknob over and over again and still nothing. Why isn’t the door opening?

I can hear Dante’s footsteps on the ground, coming my way. I can’t stay here.