25

Victoria

I continued to sob as the man thrust into me. The man grunted with one last thrust as he ejaculated into me for the third time.

"So fucking good," he whispered before pulling out of me and leaving.

That was the thirty-seventh man to rape me today. Word must have been spreading that Michael got a whore for his men to use whenever they wanted.

This was my punishment.

As expected, Michael was furious that I had him imprisoned. After coming to my and Antonio's rescue, Michael took us to his vacation home in Rome. Michael immediately dragged me by my hair to the basement and put me in a cell that had a bed.

After leaving me there for what I assumed was a few days, he returned and handcuffed my arms and legs to the bed so I was sprawled out and "ready to be used." I did my best to fight back, but Michael's rage increased his strength. After making sure the handcuffs were secure, Michael raped me repeatedly. Once he was done, he set up a camera and told me his men had permission to use me as they pleased.

I had little time to mentally recover before the door opened again. I didn't even bother looking to see who it was; instead, I did my best to mentally prepare myself for another rape.

"It's time for your birth control pill," Michael said. I saw him holding a pill bottle and a small cup of water, and I began to tremble as he walked toward me.

"You know," he said. "All of this could have been avoided if you simply disregarded what the doctors said and kept your mouth shut. But, no. You had to cry wolf to the police and accuse me of raping and beating you; that hurt."

Michael grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open, so he could give me a pill and pour water down my throat to help wash it down.

"Victoria, this is your punishment. You know you made a mistake and deserve this, so own it and stop crying while my men fuck you. They need to relieve the stress they've been feeling, and your crying is a huge turn-off. I need you to at least act like you're enjoying yourself. Do you think you can do that?"

The thought of having to act like I enjoy being raped made me feel disgusted, causing me to sob.

Michael let out a frustrated sigh and said, "if you don't stop crying, I will have an implant put in you, and I'll leave you down here for four more months. You only have three weeks left, and I doubt you'll want to be here when we handle a shipment in one month. My men are always in need of relief after dealing with shipments."

My tears immediately ceased as I mumbled, "I'll stop crying."

Michael looked at me with a smile as he said, "good girl." He kissed me and said, "I love you."

When Michael opened the door, another man was waiting to use me. Michael gave him a nod and walked away. I had seen this man before; he had raped me several times. He slowly walked up to me and glanced at my crotch, and a smirk made its' way to his face.

"Well, it looks like you're nice and ready," the man said as he unzipped his pants and crawled on top of me.

As he shoved himself inside me, I suppressed the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. I blinked away the tears and focused on a spot on the wall. I counted the seconds that passed to keep track of the time. It took the man forty-three minutes before he decided he was done with me.

I had no idea how long I had been here. There was no way to keep track of the days when no clock or windows were in my cell. Michael was one sick monster.

Michael

I was running through the house with Antonio in m arms, playing airplane. I made airplane sounds while Antonio was laughing; I began to slow down as I ran out of breath.

"Faster, daddy!" Antonio whined.

"Hold on. Daddy's got to catch his breath."

"Okay."

Antonio plopped down on the floor and began running his hand along with the designs on the carpet. He was a good kid; I was worried about how he would react to me, but Antonio accepted me as his father. We were so alike and practically best friends.

"Where's mommy?" Antonio asked.

I took a deep breath. I missed Victoria and the fact that other men had their way with her over the past two months disgusted me, but she had to be taught a lesson. What she did to me was unforgivable.

"Well, mommy had to leave for a while."

"Like you did?"

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"Mommy said you had to leave, but you didn't want to. I told her you would come back, but she didn't think so."

"I didn't think so either. Thank you for believing in me."

"I made you a card for father's day."

"You did? Where is it?"

"I don't have it. It's in my room at home."

I let out a sigh; we couldn't go back to the United States. I crouched down in front of Antonio.

"Antonio, this is your home now. How about you make me another one?"

"Okay!"

Antonio went running off to his room, causing me to laugh. I decided to straighten up the house; we made a mess while playing. Once I finished, I went to check on Antonio.

"How are you doing?" I asked as I leaned on the doorframe.

"Here," Antonio said as he walked up to me with a folded construction paper.

I took the paper and looked at it. "Happy Father's Day!" was sloppily written with a drawing of a tall stick figure that was labeled "daddy" with a short stick figure labeled "me." I opened the card and read: I love you, daddy!

"Do you like it?" Antonio asked.

I looked at him and smiled.

"I love it. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I crouched down and hugged Antonio. I couldn't help but shed a few tears of joy; I was so grateful that he knew I was his dad. More importantly, he accepted me as his dad, although I wasn't part of his life for a while.

"Daddy, will you take your card with you?"

"Of course," I said as I wiped away my tears. "I'll put this in my office."

"Daddy, why are you crying?"

"Because I'm really happy. I love you."

"I love you too, daddy."

Antonio gave me another hug as I kissed him on the head.

"Why don't you pick a place in my office for me to put this?"

"Okay."

I picked up Antonio and started walking down the hallway. Once we reached my office, I put Antonio down and gave him the card. He walked around my office, looking at every inch of the room. After several minutes, Antonio stopped in front of my bookshelf and tried reaching up. I chuckled and picked him up.

"Where do you want to put this?"

"Right here!"

Antonio set the card on the second shelf and smiled.

"I think that's the perfect spot," I said. "Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome."

"I have to do some work, so you play in your room. We can build a pillow fort and sleep there tonight when I finish my work. What do you say?"

"Yeah!"

I set Antonio down, and he went running to his room. I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop, and pulled up the security footage of Victoria's cell. I rewound the video to the last time I checked on her.

I was taking down the names of all the men using Victoria. Once her punishment was over, they would all pay for touching what's mine. Once I saw the face of the man, I fast-forwarded to the next man who entered her cell. I repeated this process until I was at live footage. I wanted to write down the man's name currently using her, but I couldn't see his face. It disgusted me as I had to watch the man using Victoria. He was doing vile things, but I needed to see his face.

Once the man finished, and I could see his face, I rolled my eyes. It was a repeat visitor. I couldn't believe I had to sit and watch him use my Victoria to see that he wasn't anyone new. I jotted down what time it was and closed my laptop.

I looked at the time and saw that it was six-thirty. I stood up and walked to Antonio's room. He played with his dinosaurs and fixed his toys all over the floor to look like a jungle.

"Antonio, I'm gonna start making dinner. How does parmesan chicken with broccoli sound?"

"Yummy!"

I couldn't believe this kid liked broccoli. I hated broccoli when I was a child; he must've gotten it from Victoria.

"Clean this up while I prep the chicken. Once you're done, come downstairs. I'll put the chicken in the oven, and we can build our pillow fort while it bakes.

"Okay."

Antonio stood up and grabbed the container his dinosaur toys went in. I headed downstairs and started prepping the chicken. As I put the chicken in the oven, Antonio came running into the kitchen.

"I finished putting my toys away!"

"Good. Go into the tv room and take the pillows off the couch."

"Okay!"

As Antonio took the decorative pillows off the couch, I went into the coat closet and pulled out a bin full of spare blankets and pillows. I smiled to myself. It was nice to have quality father-son time, and it was also fun to do the things I was never able to do as a child.