The Perfect Sin

03

𝗟 𝗨 𝗟 𝗔

My head is pounding. My eyes stinging. My ears ringing.

An unfamiliar and uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach as a strange smell fills my nose. A mixture of gasoline and dirt, causing a wave of nausea to wash over me.

A deep chuckle which sounded like it came from behind me, instantly has me on high alert and my eyes open fully. It's only then that I realise I'm not at home anymore.

To be honest, I don't actually know where I am. A dark grey wall is directly in front of me, with a small window to the right, allowing a small amount of sunlight through.

A bright light hangs loosely above my head, making me squint as I look up at it. Where the hell am I?

I glance down to see my hands and it's only then that I realise they're tied behind my back. A sense of panic and adrenaline rushes through my body and I pull harshly on whatever restrains are keeping my hands together, but they won't budge.

"It's about time you decided to join us." A voice says and I turn my head left to right, trying to see who it is.

"What did you do to me?" I ask as I continue squirming in the chair I appear to be tied down to. "Who are you? Where am I?"

The man walks around the room, appearing in front of me and my eyes widen when I recognise him being one of the men who followed me home.

"Oh so many questions." He groans in a mocked tone, throwing his head back as he slowly steps towards me with his hands in his pockets.

His voice is heavily accented. What is that? Italian maybe?

"Such a pretty face." He murmurs as his finger trails over my skin, down to my mouth as I squirm against him. "What a waste."

He pulls on my hair tie, causing my long blonde hair to fall out of it and down around my shoulders. I flinch when he moves his hand towards my hair and runs his fingers through it.

He says something  under his breathe before stepping away from me. I release a shaky breath as I try to pull on my restraints again but realise there's no use. The rope is just burning my skin every time I try to pull and I can feel it growing tighter.

He looks away from me, as if he's looking at someone else behind me. "She wants to take pictures of us, Domenico." The man taunts as he offers a sadistic smile, his tattooed hand coming up to my face callously, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. "You like taking pictures, mhm?"

I move my face to the side in the hopes of it causing his hand to slip away from my face, but it doesn't work. He just grips onto me more forcefully.

"These blue eyes," he murmurs. "Look at them Domenico." He adds as he forces my head to the side so that the other man can see.

I squirm against him, muffled noises escaping my mouth and nose as I try to rid my skin of his foreign touch.

"Imagine these beautiful blue eyes looking up at me while you're on your knees. Now that would be a nice sight." He continues as a smirk forms on his lips.

"Get off me." I snap as I move my head back abruptly.

He narrows his eyes, standing up straight and laughing at me. "There it is. Knew you had that feistiness inside you somewhere."