His dick is shriveled up in fear, doing its best to hide in the nest of curls sprouting above it. “Don’t fucking touch me, slut!” Cesare screams at me, as he lashes out with a leg, trying to knock me over.
I tsk at him. “Now, Cesare. Did you stop when all those girls begged you to? No, you ignored them and took what wasn’t yours. So now, I’m going to do the same to you.” Tilting my head, I give him a sweet smile. “Now, be a good boy and turn around.”
“What? No!”
Sighing deeply, I shake my head. It’s always the rapists, so eager to stick their dicks into unwilling women, who are the most scared of having their assholes breached. Grabbing a horsewhip off the wall, I saunter back over, tapping it against my hand. “Turn the fuck around now, or I will take the hacksaw and cut off your mediocre dick.”
Cesare’s jaw ticks, but he finally does as I command. The chain is just long enough to allow him to make the move, and he stands with his forehead pressed to the wall, his ass cheeks clenched tightly.
Using the whip, I place a smack on each cheek, making him grunt. “This is for all the women and children you defiled.”
Flipping the whip around, I shove it handle-first into his ass. Cesare roars, coming up on his toes as he thrashes against the chains. “Come, now, Cesare. Take it like a man.” I thrust it in and out, deeper and harder. “That’s a good boy taking this whip so nicely. I know you love it, don’t you? You want more?”
He snarls at me and I take that as a yes. My gaze darts around the room and lands on a hammer. It has a much thicker handle than the whip. Chuckling to myself, I rip the whip out and grab the hammer. “Here we go, this will feel so much better. You’re going to love it.”
“No, no more–” he starts, then ends in a scream when I force the handle into him.
“Yes, baby! Take it!” I shout at him, using his brother’s words to me. Pulling his head back, I let him see the demented smile stretching proudly across my face. “Now smile pretty for me.”
When he refuses, I yank the handle out, then thrust it in as hard as I can, aided by the blood dripping down the handle. Cesare howls as I pump it in and out of him, but he still refuses to smile. Shame.
I want to use a trick rapists regularly use on us, but I don’t want to touch him. Leaving the handle deep inside him, I search the room, crowing with delight when I find a pair of gardener’s gloves. Slipping my hands into the too-big gloves, I pull the velcro tight, hoping they stay on.
Cesare gasps like a fish, his eyes shut tight.Poor baby.I turn him sideways, and with my mouth twisted downward in distaste, grab a hold of his dick. I give it a few pulls and it begins to harden in my hand.
“See, Cesare! Our bodies don’t lie. I knew you liked me fucking your tight ass. You’re just a whore like all the rest. Desperate for some cock deep inside you.”
“I do not!” he screams. “I don’t like cock.”
“Sure you don’t, baby,” I croon to him. Standing at his hip, I reach around and start thrusting the handle into him again, while my other hand pumps his dick. He grows longer and harder, and my mouth curls up. “See! You love it! Come on, now. I want to see you come.” I pump him harder, and his breaths come faster as he nears his orgasm. “Come, baby. That’s a good boy. Look at you coming for cock. Such a sweet little slut.” His cum splatters against the hall, and he groans, head hanging in shame.
That’s the look I was hoping for. I want him to feel even a tenth of what he did to all those girls.
Ripping the handle out of him, I toss it across the room, an arc of blood spraying across the wall before it hits the ground. Turning back to Cesare, my mouth tips up in a smile. “There, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Fuck you,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “When my brother finds out what you’ve done, you’ll wish you would have just laid still and taken it.”
“I have a secret to tell you.” Leaning closer, I murmur, “I’m here because I want to be. No one betrayed me, this was all a setup so I could get inside. Dutch will be coming soon, and when she does, I’ll be here to help her destroy Vincenzo.”
Some of the fight seems to come back into him. His eyes blaze at me as he again strains his arms against the chains. “That little whore will never take Vincenzo down.” He laughs bitterly. “If you only knew the plans he has.”
I don’t want anyone to think I hate men. Because I don’t. There are a lot of good ones out there, ones with honor and loyalty. I think of Ryan and my heart warms. He’s certainly one of the good ones, and I regret causing him distress by being here. I’ll make it up to him when this is over.
But I digress. Men. Yes, there are good ones. But there are others, like this piece of shit in front of me, who exhibit what I call “typical man traits.” You know the ones: the ones that coerce women into sex. The ones that use gaslighting and fear to control. The mansplainers, the incels, the ones that lack critical thinking skills. And the ones that can never keep their mouths shut, like the old-time movie villains that can’t help but give away their entire plan before the hero is neutralized.
Prior to my “capture,” Zach and I heard a few rumors about a big purchase. Although we weren’t able to verify, more than one source hinted at it being an estate. The only reason I can fathom why Vincenzo would be looking into buying something like that is because he has plans for us. Ones that require land and privacy. Cesare just reminded me of that, and I need to get the information out of him before Vincenzo comes looking for him.
“Now we start Act Two,” I inform him, turning him so he’s facing me. He says nothing, just stares at me with a blank face. “Nothing? Okay. Well, Cesare, Act Two is where you tell me everything I want to know. You’re going to tell me Vincenzo’s plans for Dutch. You’re going to tell me what big purchase he just bought and where I can find it. And I also want to know any plans he has for the Martinellis.”
“I’ll tell you nothing,” he snarls, spitting at my feet.
“You know how this works. I’ve heard the tales of you and your basement, and about your famous toolbox.” I step closer, all jocularity dropping from my face. “You are well aware that everyone has a breaking point. How long it takes you to get there is up to you.”
He turns his head to the side, clamping his mouth shut. At least he’s providing me some entertainment, it’s been awfully boring down here the past few days.
Finding what looks like a long, thin, wooden kebab skewer, I start with a classic—shoving it under his nails. I’ll admit, he’s good. He doesn’t even cry out the first five times. It’s not until I dig deeper and begin ripping the nails off that he shouts out his brother’s name, crying for help.
No information is given up by the time I’ve finished all ten fingers and toes. Stepping away from him, I purse my mouth and narrow my eyes. What next? My gaze roams over his body, landing on his dick. Twirling the skewer like a baton, I slowly raise my gaze until I meet Cesare’s, an evil smile curling my lips. His face pales and his tongue darts out to dampen his lips.
