Stephano

3. Orphic

Orphic [Or-phi-c]

adv. Mysterious and entrancing 

Beyond ordinary and understanding

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Riley had been blindfolded for the entire ride to the home of Stephano. She's been silent; not making a sound, not moving an inch.

"Siamo qui, signore," spoke the voice of a foreign language she's only heard of in movies or shows like The Sopranos. His voice was just as scary as the man before, and Riley truly didn't know what to think.

[ translation : here we are, sir ]

"portarla in sala," Stephano smoothly ordered. Before, she thought his voice was hot, but hearing him speak the language she so little heard of pissed her off because it sounded so smooth. "I want guards outside her room, no one is allowed to touch her—if I hear anything happens to her, you know what I'm capable of," Stephano demanded in a threatening tone that it even sent Riley into fearful chills.

[ translation : bring it to the room ]

She felt the movement of the car come to a halt. After hearing doors open and close, she was lifted out of the car and carried bridal style. There was a small opening at the bottom of her blindfold by her nose allowing her to see the sunlight and the black leather shoe that looked more expensive than Riley herself. The man carried her up into the home and up many stairs until he came to a door where he opened it. He placed Riley on the bed gently and removed the blindfold that was over her eyes and untied the soft fabric that tied her hands behind her back.

"W-Where am I?" She spoke out to the man in a question. He looked at her momentarily with the same masked look as the man before.

"Quiet," was all he answered before walking away and out of the door. Riley was left all alone to drown in her own self-pity and fear.

She moved her hands up to the front of her face to gaze upon her wrists which weren't even in the slightest bit red. Her feet were still tied together and she began using her slim, small fingers to break away from the delicate red fabric. The knot was impossible to break loose. It seemed as if it were made to just taunt prisons such as herself. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get out of it.

She bent herself up on the bed in an awkward position that caused her long legs to be folded in the shape of a butterfly with her knees spread apart. She pulled her feet up to her mouth and began using her teeth to try and pry the piece apart.

"Hmm, so you are flexible too?" She heard the familiar toe-curling voice that made her movements stop. In a whiplash, she straightened herself up and looked at him in fear. Her panting could be heard and seen as her chest heaved up and down.

"Well?" He asked impatiently. She wanted to shout at him to leave her alone, or tell him that he already saw her abilities, but she wasn't stupid. He didn't seem like the type to deal with anything that doesn't go his way. So, instead, she turned her gaze away from him and in a low voice she whispered, "I was a cheerleader most of my life."

His lips curved up into a smirk as he stared at the girl before him. "Hmm," he hummed in amusement. "Mind if I see for myself?" He asked in that same tormenting voice as before.

Terror spread across Riley's features as she looked up at him, finally. She shook her head in dismay. Her back hit the wall where she tried to crawl away from the man, messing up the perfectly made silk bed that was beautifully white.

Before she could make another move to escape him, his hand wrapped itself around her neck. He forcefully titled her neck to the side where he rubbed his fingertip along her jawline. She felt his other hand slide down her waist to her inner thighs. "S-stop," she tried to shout but it only came out in a struggled murmur.

Choosing to ignore her, he slid his hand further down and to her knee where he rubbed it soothingly. The heat that spread throughout her body didn't go unnoticed by her as she closed her eyes to try and escape reality - but sadly there was no escaping it.

• S •

He moved his hand slowly down her tan leg where he gripped the knot and pulled it off with just a small tug. Once his gaze met Riley's, he flipped her onto her stomach where he rubbed his hand against her bottom. He then brought his hand down to her ankles and pulled them apart until they were up in a split position.

"Please l-let me g-go," Riley stuttered out. It made her feel weird to have his body pressed against her back while being in such a position. "And why would I do such a thing?" Was the question that escaped Stephano's lips. Scared was an understatement for the way Riley was feeling at the moment. Her body was trembling. Her chest was moving up in down at the shortness of breath. 

It all didn't fail to spark the amount of understanding that overwhelmed Stephano's thoughts. He knew she was scared, but he didn't care. He liked fear—in fact, he craved it. It only reminded him of the heartless beast he was made out to be, and he loved the reminder.

He rubbed his hips against her ass, loving the feeling. She felt so good, so plump, so soft—everything Stephano likes. "I wouldn't mind f*****g you like this," he muttered into her ear.

"N-"

"Don't speak unless I tell you to. I have no problem showing you who the person in control is, got that?" he asked her in a threatening tone that remained calm and masked of any emotion. Any complaints or protests that wanted to come out suddenly evaporated into the tormenting air.

She nodded her head not trusting her voice. "I can't hear you," he spoke. He terrorized her to the core. And without a doubt, he was the most intimidating person in her entire life. She wanted to just cry, and go find Amara so she could just run away from this place. She's only been here for less than twenty-four hours and already she feels like Hell and Earth switched places.

"Yes," she whispered. Her head was mushed into the mattress as she had to lay in the compromising position he put her in just to prove her flexibility.

"Yes?" He asked. His voice grew darker and more daring just warning her of his rules.

"Yes, sir," she corrected. His body still remained on top of hers although his hands rest on each side of her face to hold up his weight.

"Smart girl," he complimented. He moved one of his hands to her leg where he rubbed up against her inner thigh. Stephano only continued massaging her skin. She could feel his erection poking her bum and it made her uncomfortable, "Riley, Isn't it?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered again.

"Riley," he tested out on his lips. Goosebumps appeared on her skin as she shivered from the intensity that grew. She felt his hand disappear from her leg. Replacing it was the cool gust of air.

His hand glided up her skin, to her hair. He massaged her scalp which was a pleasurable feeling, but sadly it didn't last long. As he roughly tugged at her hair, a loud whimper was all that could be heard. He used her hair to lift her head up from the mattress.

"Riley-" he began as he nuzzled his head into her soft neck, "You're very good friends with my sister, corretta?" he whispered into the under part of her jaw.

[ translation : correct ]

She recalled the conversation back at the cafe. He had called Amara his sister and she seemed to know him. "Yes, sir," she answered honestly. She wanted to ask him why he had called her Daniellina, but a part of her knew that there would probably be consequences that she wouldn't be able to handle.

"How close are you two?" Stephano curiously asked. She seemed very close to his sister. The bond they shared seemed unbreakable. It's everything he's ever wanted, and to see it happening before his eyes would've hurt him, but it didn't because he was heartless. If he was the boy he once was all those years ago, he would've been so hurt.

"She is my best friend," she answered. All the best friend crap had him curling his lip up in distaste, they made it seem like they were in Kindergarten. There was no such thing as 'best friend' because, in the end, they wouldn't be there when you were screaming for them.

"Well, piccola ragazza, you're never going to see your 'best friend' ever again," he stated the sentence without any remorse. He was expecting her to scream and fight him, but she didn't do that—in fact, she didn't do anything.

[ translation : little girl ]

So, he finally got off of the girl loving the view he received. Her legs were still intact of a split, but her silk black thong was on full display due to the dress that had risen. He adjusted his pants before walking out of the room.

• R •

Riley laid still on the bed. When the door finally closed, she pulled her legs back together and just stared at the wall with a blank look. All her mind processed were the words that left his mouth.

You're never going to see your best friend again.

Why is he doing this? What dragged her down most was that she could've stopped it. When Amara had insisted she run, she should've stayed and told Amara to. She felt guilty. Now, that she actually thought about the events that led up to this moment, she could've done a lot of things differently and it would've avoided all of this.

If she had just told Amara to run as soon as she saw the dead body of Amanda. Even the part when she first laid her eyes on the man who screamed danger, she should've ran to warn Amara or even Amanda. Maybe the cops would've been called. Speaking of cops, if she had just called them as soon as she saw a dead body then she wouldn't be here right now, and Amara would be right beside her.

She wasn't thinking. If only...

• A •

The girl cried while pulling at the restraints. She had been here for hours already and she didn't know what was going on, or where she was. "Help!" she shouted once again trying to break free of the chains that pulled her into the wall.

"Please, help me!" She cried out again. She had been doing this ever since she had woken up. "Hel-"

"Shut the f*ck up!" A man shouted at her. He looked familiar to her like she's seen him before.

"W-who are you? W-Where a-am I? What did you do with her?!" the girl shouted at the man.

"Didn't I just tell you to shut the f*ck up! Stephano è in ascolto!" He exclaimed. The statement made the girl's body go rigid as she stared at the man with wide eyes. Horror was fixated upon her features as she shook her head side to side.

[ translation : stephano is listening ]

"Where is Riley?" She asked again. The big metal door opened in the dark room that reminded her of an attic.

"Funny, I was just with her. Honestly, I've taken a interest in the girl," came the voice of the man who ruled her soul. The brother she vowed to always stand by.

"Please, don't! What did you do to her!?" She shouted not caring anymore about her life. She just needed to keep ensure safety upon the girl who didn't deserve to be here.

"Nothing," He stated with a smile, "yet."

"Please don't hurt her! She's like a sister to me!" the girl cried out.

"I will do whatever I choose to, you should've thought about that, sister."