Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
“No…Sebastian…Please. I won’t go anywhere. I promise…I swear!” I started pleading desperately. This is plain crazy.
I felt the bed creak and sink with Sebastian’s added weight as he crawled on top of the bed and joined me. He was close to me with his face only a few inches from mine in no time at all. I felt the metal of the headboard against my back and knew that I had nowhere else to run. Not that running away, would save me now, anyways.
“Don’t resist…” Sebastian said, his voice so cold that I literally froze.
When his hand reached out for my wrist, I flinched and then my eyes widened in surprise. His touch on my wrist was unexpectantly gentle. His fingers were warm; however, that warmth was quickly replaced by the coldness of steel as the handcuff clicked around my left wrist before the other clicked around the metal headboard of the bed.
Reflexively, I began yanking my arm against the hold of the handcuff. Not surprisingly, I couldn’t break free. I was now handcuffed to the bed…what is happening to my life?!
“Don’t struggle, Grace…it’s just going to hurt,” Sebastian advised, seriously.
Well, thank you for stating the obvious but what else do you propose that I do now that I’m pretty much chained to the bed?
“Let me go…Sebastian…” I said as I frowned at him.
Sebastian lazily got off the bed as if he was done with whatever business that he had with me. I watched him stretched lazily with his back turned towards me as he began walking towards the door. However, as if he remembered something he turned his head around to look at me again.
“Oh…I almost forgot. There’s really no need for you to apologize…I wouldn’t forgive you for any of this anyways,” Sebastian said as he smiled sweetly at me. His face was all smiles, but I felt a chill run up my spine as a huge knot formed in the pit of my stomach.
It was the first time in my life that someone smiled at me while telling me that they wouldn’t forgive me.
I watched as Sebastian headed for the door.
“Sebastian! Wait!” I called after him, screaming as loud as I could.
Sebastian closed the bedroom door behind him as he left, and I heard a clicking sound as the door locked.
Did he just lock me up in here? He can’t be serious…
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The first thing I felt when I woke up was the aching pain in probably all muscles in my body. I must have fallen asleep some time after Sebastian left last night but I didn’t remember when or what I was doing before I fell asleep. The exhaustion of the very long night must have taken over me.
So many things happened between the time Sebastian took me out for a makeover and us coming back here after our tumble down the hill. Only a night had passed but it felt like a month to me, at least. I pretended to be Josh’s girlfriend as requested by Sebastian. Josh tried to take advantage of me and then Sebastian saved me.
He punished me and I ran away, and he saved me again. Too many things happened, and it was too much for me to take in. I moved my left arm and the clinking of metal rubbing against metal reminded me that I was still handcuffed to the bed.
Oh right, Sebastian did this too…
Now what? My mind asked the same question that it had been asking more and more often since I came in contact with this mafia gang and Sebastian. Now…what?
I took in a deep breath and shouted at the top of my lungs.
“Sebastian! Sebastian!”
I wasn’t calling for him because I particularly wanted to see him, but I knew him well enough now to know that he’s probably the only one with the keys to my handcuffs.
Where is he? Don’t tell me he went out and left me here like this?
How am I going to survive being chained to the bed like this?
This is pissing me off more and more. Why is Sebastian?
I kept calling his name because there was nothing else that I could do. The handcuff that tied me to the bed did not allow me to move around much. I couldn’t reach anything at all, and I had no idea where any of my stuff, including my phone, was anymore.
“Sebastian!!!” I screamed.
I heeded well to Sebastian’s advice, struggling won’t help me and it’ll only hurt. That was so true. The handcuff hurts if I pull on my arm too much. The steel would rub against the skin of my wrist. I focused on screaming his name without moving my body.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door unlocking and then it opened. Sebastian walked in, shirtless and in only his jeans. Since I was using his bed, I wondered where he slept. When that thought entered my head, I banished it out immediately. I didn’t need to know.
“Good morning, Grace,” Sebastian said sounding ultra-polite.
I would have appreciated his politeness if I wasn’t handcuffed to the bed like some slave.
“Uncuff me…” I stated my demand upfront.
“Why?” He asked, blinking blankly at me.
“What do you mean…why?” I asked in shock.
Why? Because I’m not supposed to spend the rest of my life chained here! I wanted to scream. I wanted to strangle him.
“Why…do you want to be uncuffed?” Sebastian asked, as if he truly didn’t understand what I meant.
“Sebastian…I’m not going to run away. Please remove this…” I pleaded.
“Let me see…” Sebastian said as he walked over the bed’s headboard where my left hand was chained to it.
He bent down and closely examined my wrist. I followed his gaze in wonder, not truly understanding what he was looking at.
“Hmm…you seemed to have behaved well last night. No signs of struggling…the skin on your left hand and wrist are fine…” Sebastian said observantly as his eyes squinted at the skin of my wrist.