17- Risky Business

Isabella

Darkness. Sweet Darkness. My mind blank as I finally find peace. Small specks of light flittering along my closed eyelids, signaling to me that it was now time to get up. Ugh.

Slowly turning conscious, I slowly begin to register the irrevocable silence all around me. The only sound present was that of an air conditioner. After a couple of minutes, I slowly move to open my eyes. Begrudgingly, I begin to move my body only to meet with a burning sensation on my ass along with the rest of my body, as if I had just run a marathon.

Attempting to sit up, I fight through the pain. Blinking I suddenly realize that I’m back in the room where I first started. The curtains let in the warm sunlight. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I notice that it’s just after four in the afternoon. A glass of water along with pain pills sitting on a tray next to the bed along with a small white piece of paper.

Dowing the pills and water, I move to reach for the paper. Pausing as I notice large red marks around my wrists. Images of the night before returning. Stupid cuffs. Evil fiances.

Picking up the note, I slowly move to read it. The elegant cursive writing etched perfectly against it.

Dear Principessa (Princess),

Unfortunately we had urgent matters to attend to this morning. But don’t worry, we shall return to you by morning. There’s a fresh set of clothes for you sitting in the bathroom. Please ring the bell on the wall should you get hungry. And remember, Stay in your room until one of us comes to get you. No funny business and be good!

Yours Truly,

L,G,A,T

“Me? Be good? HA! As if” I laugh, looking at the note before me. Tossing the note aside I move to get out of bed, my muscles all playing a painful game of tug of war. Wincing, I slowly make my way towards the bathroom. Spotting my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but notice a hot mess before me, as if I had been in a car accident. My eyes red and puffy, my hair tousled and matted along with a baby pink negligee that barely covered an ass cheek. The bruises clearly showing along my skin.

With countless emotions as well as conflicting thoughts, I try to get myself to think. These men were super scary. They hurt me, yet they claim I’m their fiance. They love me, but bar me from leaving. Clearly wealthy as well. But for them, they are enormously powerful and being in the Mafia is even worse. They could easily hurt me alot. And my parents, would they even know? Would I even be able to escape such a place?

Shifting my gaze, I move to spot the clothes on the counter. Internally thanking the heavens for letting them be comfortable. Doing quick work in the bathroom, I move to jump in the shower. Not wanting to take anything to chances.

Once done, I move to put on a black lace bra along with a matching panty. Next comes a soft material as I move to put on a pair of black leggings and an oversize long sleeve tunic, the color blue before putting my hair up into a messy bun. Finding socks, I move to put them on along with a pair of black tennis shoes.

With hours ticking by and my constant need to pace back and forth, I finally move to check the door handle. Locked. Even as I knocked, I was only met with silence. Checking the windows next I notice there all locked as well. Dam. The sky darkening as the sun slowly began to set over the horizon.

Offically bored, I move to check the drawers of the nightstand. Shifting threw things in the drawer. I can’t help but notice a pair of handcuffs stashed neatly inside it. Perfect.

Formulating a plan, a very risky thought comes to mind. One that I know would get me into trouble even more. One might even call it risky business, but these men were absolutely crazy and I just wanted to go back home to my parents.

Going to the wall by the door I move to see a little round button. Pressing the button, I see another small panel emerge. A list of names in which to choose from appear. Hitting the button marked maid, I instantly see a message pop up soon after. “Lily is on her way”.

Waiting, I make my way back towards the bed, making sure to hide the cuffs in the process. My heart racing at what I’m about to do.

Seconds later, I hear a soft knock on the door. The four clicks before a small petite girl, around my age slowly enter the room. Her maid outfit was crisp and neat even though it was now late into the night. Her smile is sweet and innocent. This had to be Lily. Eyes on the girl, I almost begin to feel sorry for her.

Entering the room, I can’t help but notice the gap. “What can I get for you my lady?” she asks, a smile still on her lips.

“I was hoping I could get something to eat” I ask, my voice soft, purposely making it harder for her as I move to look at my lap, attempting to look weak.

Shocked and surprised, she slowly makes her way over to me. “I know this must be hard for you, but please, I didn’t quite catch that” sniffling for good measure, she tentatively puts a hand to my shoulder. Bingo.

Moving my gaze towards her, I pause. Had circumstances been different, we could easily have been friends, but that meant I would have to stay here and that was something I wasn’t planning to do, regardless of what my father had said or done.

“No, it’s I who is sorry” I tell her. Seeing her puzzled look I move to use that to my advantage as I move to grab her hand, snapping the waiting cuff to her wrist.

“What the-” she says, surprised as I had already clicked the cuff closed before hooking the other end to the head board.

“Sorry!” I yell, not willing to stick around as I make my way towards the door. The maid struggling against the cuff as she attempted to yell for help only for me to close the door behind me, locking the door as I did which, surprisingly, still held the key in it.

Huh, I think that room is soundproof, I muse, noticing that I couldn't hear the maid from inside the room.

Looking around, I move to notice the hall empty. Perfect. Using that to my advantage, I move to run down the corridor, trying to remember my way back towards the foyer. After having a few wrong turns and having to back peddle slightly I eventually find the stairs. Finally, Racing down the stairs, I don’t even bother checking for guards. Approaching the door, I attempt to open it. Locked.

Searching the area, I move to look for another way out only to find another panel on the wall. Huh, I wonder.. Hitting the panel, a small keypad appears.

Holy shit balls! It’s all code. 8 digits to be exact. Think Isabella, think.

Remembering everything my father taught me about codes and numbers, I try to remember him telling me about most codes and how simple they can be or how complicated they are depending on the person.

Hmm, would it really be that simple? Would they really be that obsessed? I wonder.

Moving to try, I quickly move to input my birthday, holding my breath as I did.

0…6…0…6…1…9…9…8…

Click.

Oh sweet heaven of mercy. I did it. It actually worked.

Silently cheering, my celebration is short lived as I begin to hear voices. Fuck. Gotta go.

Throwing the door open, I move to rush out into the night. Not once looking back, too afraid of what I would see.

Spotting a light as well as a few guards, I move to crouch behind one of the bushes. Holding my breath as the voices fade, allowing me to peek, their backs facing towards me before fading off into the darkness.

Now’s my chance. Stepping down the marble steps I begin to follow the road. Following the huge treeline as I did.

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Unknown POV

“Yes… Right there, so fucking good” I moan, my thick member hitting the back of one of my whore’s throat. Her mouth dripping in spit as she choked on my cock.

Chasing my sweet release, I suddenly feel my phone buzz.

Spotting the caller on the ID, I frown, my whore still sucking me as she did.

“WHAT?!” I yell, annoyed, now thrusting harder into her mouth. Gaging around my cock as she did, making me twitch.

“Thought you should know, but Isabella escaped again. She’s currently in the woods running, heading for the main road. The bosses aren’t home yet. I’ll stall for as long as I can.”

“Good work” moving to hang up my phone, I slowly feel my balls tighten, moving to pull myself out from her mouth, grunting as I shoot hot seed all over her face.

Satisfied, I move to put on my pants. My eyes now moving to those within the room. “Our Principessa (Princess) has escaped” smirking, we all move to leave.

It was time.