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Finally.
The day that I have been planning for weeks, have finally come. I’m going to free myself from the shackles of Rindou Haitani and show everyone that I’m not just another reject that you can throw on the news for a week or two and move on to the next subject. That I am different. A fighter.
Since no one knows his dirty little secret, that he kidnapped me and abused for for god knows how long, and is out on a job right now, I can finally make my escape.
I have been a good girl for the past few weeks so I can earn the freedom to walk around the house as I please and not be stuck in his attic. Not like anyone would dare to walk into his apartment anyway. I’ve been acting afraid of him, so afraid that I’ve convinced him that I wouldn’t even think about laying a pinky on the front door knob. Don’t get me wrong, I was fucking terrified of the man. Who wouldn’t be of a mafia boss? I just had a streak of confidentiality.
There it was. In all its glory. I stood and ran my hand along the wooden door. That was the only thing separating me from the real world right now. It kind of felt unreal. Fucking europhorical, even.
Though I know, once I leave this door, this Hollywood like neighborhood, I was going to be in poverty again. Did I care? After all these weeks of planning now I’m questioning if I am ready to be free again.
Of course I was.
I smiled, and opened the door, to see Rindou standing on the other side.
He stepped in as I stepped back. “And just where do you think your going, doll? Gone so soon? Hm? Do you really want the outside world to taint you this much?” Rindou pouted, closing the door behind him.
“R-Rin, it’s not what it looks like I swear.” I backed up into a couch and internally cursed at myself. I look so stupid, cowering under him, flinching at his every move.
“Really babe? Because I think it’s exactly what it looks like.” He closed the space between us, his breath fanning my face. My face started to heat up.
What the fuck? Why am I getting hot from this?
“I promise Rin, I’ll never leave you I swear.” I said closing my eyes. I expected a slap or to get pistol whipped, but instead I heard chuckling.
“It’s ok baby, but you’ll have to get punished. Make sure you don’t do this again, yeah?” He enclosed the space between us, capturing his lips with mine.
We crashed on the couch, he on top of me hungrily kissing my lips. I cant lie, I kissed back. I didn’t quite hate this punishment.
I hastily loosened his tie around his neck, latching my lips onto it while he pulled my pants off.
“Dripping wet for me huh? Let’s see what those panties are hiding.”
He slowly pulled my underwear off, my slick snapping when the undergarment gets far enough. “Now, for your punishment” he slammed his fingers inside of me, “I don’t wanna hear a fucking word, you got me?”
I nodded hastily, knowing I probably couldn’t do it.
“That’s a good girl. Do me a favor and stay that way, huh?” He started to pump his fingers in and out my aching cunt, and I could see his print growing more visible in his pants.