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Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Very good, Bella. Diamano said softly, Understand that your very life depends on how you behave,and how you answer my questions. You live only as long as you are of use to me -and a liar is no use. he said. He stepped off of the bed and looked around the room until he found a chair, which he carefully pulled beside the bed, taking niether his eyes nor his gun off of the young girl. Now, I want you to tell me exactly where the rest of your family is, and when they will return. Diamano leaned back in his chair. I've worked as a hitman for many years -I know lies, so don't think that you can spare your family by lying about when they will be back, or any other subterfuge -you will only anger me, kill yourself and most likely cause them to be tortured. Diamano smiled wanly to the frightened girl, and I know this may shock you, but I have lost the stomach to torture - though not the skill. .
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Bella. He had spoken her name. No, not Isabella, but Bella- the name her family and closest friends called her. Formality deemed her Isabella, as did her teachers and other various adults. This man, though, this hitman had used her improper name like he was her best friend. He stepped back, warning her to be truthful with him or else her life would be ended. She had no reason to lie, but she also didn't have an inkling of an idea as to what he wanted with her. Pulling up her computer chair, he sat down beside her bed. Her hand reached for the blankets, slowly pulling them back over her chilly body to prevent her tremors. My family? She repeated, head shaking back and forth in confusion. You want my family? Why? But the answer was as obvious as the gun pointed to her head. She didn't understand why, but she knew he was here to kill them. . . all of them. No, please. Please, don't do this. They are at my cousin Angelo's house. He and his wife, Marta, just had a newborn. They're celebrating, but I didn't want to go. I honestly don't know what time they'll return simply because there will be nearly a hundred people at the party. Hands cupped to her mouth, holding back her urge to cry in front of this man. Please. If someone has wronged someone else, can't I fix it? She asked him, desperate to spare those she loved most.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Diamano smiled sadly to the scared, trembling little girl We have tried, little one, we have tried so many ways and so many times to get your father to play nice with us. he parted his hands sadly and then brought the gun to bear on her again. His rebellousness has not only caused great insult to those I work for, but he sets a bad example. Diamono's voice began to get an almost religious tone to it as he spoke No one may be allowed to show disrespect, not with impunity, not to Cosa Nostra. He said heatedly. He shook his head and sat languidly back into the computer chair and looked over the young girl and sighed. So no, little one, I believe that there is nothing you are capable of doing, unless you hold some sway over him that I am unaware of. He smiled and looked over at the girl SO ...we wait. I believe you, so I will allow you to live to see them, instead of killing you now -which would be the safer course for me. the wait could be long... he said and looked around the room idly and just by chance his eyes fell upon a silk scarf that was hanging on the door of her closet. He looked over at her computer table and decided against tying her over it. Sit up striaght, and put your hands behind your back, hold them there. he said, and set the safety on his gun and then stood up towards her closet. I don't need a gun -or any weapon- to kill you. I just use one to ease your suffering. he said, his voice rich with implication.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Bella hated the gun being pointed at her it terrified her. She didn't understand why he insisted upon holding it to her head except for any other reason than to ensure she trembled in fear. She was intelligent, certainly not foolish enough to try to escape from him. Besides, even though she could not see him well in the darkness, she knew he was much bigger than her. He was a trained professional and any physical disagreement between the two would certainly end badly for her. The man made it clear that this was about her father specifically, not just the entirety of her family. My father's a businessman. She stated, shaking her head in the darkness. As far as she knew, he was a good, loving family man. He had been to all her recitals when she was a child, planned frequent outings for them as a family, sent her eldest two brothers to college, and never let her mother forget how much he adored her. Whatever this dark man was involved in, she was certain he had mistaken her father's identity. He simply wouldn't participate in any type of group where guns were a means of persuasion. I don't mean to be rude, sir, but are you sure you mean my father? Paolo Rossi? He granted her the mercy of seeing her family one last time, and the wheels began to turn on just how she could warn them. Maybe if she heard the car pull into the driveway, she could somehow escape long enough to tell them to flee. He would surely kill her, but that sacrifice would be well worth it. Thank you. She muttered, hot tears sliding down her flushed cheeks. She didn't cry for herself, but for her family her strong dad, beautiful mother, and three brothers. Her youngest brother was only thirteen and had his first girlfriend. She'd never seen him so happy, but that was going to be taken away from him now. When he told her to sit with her hands behind her back, she obliged. There was nothing she would do to protest any actions as it was her hope that her good behavior could spare the lives of the others. Bringing herself to a sitting position, she pushed her two hands behind her and interlocked her hands. The warning that he could kill her without the ease of the gun sent a violent shiver down her spine. Her full lips quivered, teeth biting into them to try to stop it. I won't run, I promise.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Diamano walked towards her closet and for the briefest of moments turned to grab the silk scarf that was hanging from the door. He quickly bound Bella's hands together and then, satisfied that her hands were secure, he slid his hand under her shoulder and lifted her from the bed. He guided her out of her room, and once in the hallway his eyes roamed her full, but firm figure. It didn't take long for him to walk her to the bathroom, having scouted the entire floor he remembered where it was. He ushered her inside, in an almost gentlemanly way, before closing the door behind her. Setting his hand on her shoulder, he guided her until she had turned around, her back to the bath-tub and was facing him. I am about to untie you. You should be aware he said in a matter-of-fact tone strangely bereft of anger that even unarmed there are at least two ways I can kill you in this room if you try anything at all. He smiled slightly I know you are a smart girl, and with that information you will decide to do the right thing. He took a step close to her hand then reached around her, pulling his body against hers. Her face, so young and yet womanly was inches from him, her firm breasts pressed against the fabric of his shirt, the feel of them made him inhale with the beginnings of arousal. Looking into her eyes he quickly had her wrists untied. He stood back, a more lecherous smile on his face. Now -open the shower curtain and hold out your wrist to me. And do not give me cause to regret trusting you.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

He left her unattended while he moved to her closet to retrieve something- her scarf perhaps? Bella remained perfectly in place, making no motion to even attempt to flee from him. She did not want to give him further reasons for tracking her family down and being more cruel than necessary. She silently prayed for their lives to be spared, but if that could not be granted then she hoped he would do it very quickly. She could only imagine the look of terror in her mother's beautiful eyes as she realized her children would die. It pained Bella beyond belief, her heart literally aching in her chest. When he returned, he tied her hands together with her favorite scarf. It was Italian, imported from her grandmother's city. Easily, he lifted her from the bed and began to guide her down the hallway to the upstairs bathroom. Pushing open the door, he let her go inside. The door was closed, which frightened her. Kill her in the tub and the blood could be washed away. Instead, though, he gave her a warning and spoke of untying her. I will not flee, sir, I promise. Her small body was pulled so easily to his, her curves pressing to the muscles in his torso. When he looked down in her eyes, she tuned her face away. It would be easy for him to see her tears now, and she didn't want to show him any signs of weakness. Feeling the give from the restraints, she reached back to pull open the shower curtain. Both wrists were held out, not sure which one he wanted. Please don't kill my family. She begged, her voice so small. My Mama is so beautiful in spirit. I love my father so very much, but if you're here to punish him, please let my Mama and brothers go.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Diamano took her left wrist, so small, and tied the scarf to it tightly, and then checked to make sure that it didn't cut off her circulation. I wish I could, I wish I could he said, involuntarily, his breathing was becoming more ragged as he tuoched her soft skin. he set his hand on her waist and then nodded Step back, back into the bath-tub he said, and held onto her as she stepped back. He pulled the scarf over the shower curtain until Bella's wrist was parallel with it. He took her right wrist and pulled it against the metal rod and then tightly tied it. He moved behind her, standing with her in the bathtub as he worked on her wrists. I take no joy in killing, little one he said as he finished tying and checking her wrists, his breathing was quite ragged now from arousal and he pulled the little woman against him. He pulled her hips against his and then ran his hands under her soft camisole, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his fingers. It is not he said as his breathing grew more raspy, his arousal pressed against the curves of her black boyshorts just about him. Many people are willing to die to stand up at this point he had her firm, bare breasts in his hands as he talked, which he gently squeezed to us. But if people know that by defying us, they are putting a death sentence on their family - that will make them think twice he said, and then swallowed. He gave her breasts a firm squeeze and then held them, and held himself absolutely still, willing his orgasm to recede into nothingness.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Bella choked back a sob as he outwardly denied her the simple request of letting most of her family go. She was being very brave, facing her fears and willing herself to be a sacrifice for the safety of her family. She could hear his breathing becoming more irregular as he tied her up, which made her fearful of what he was going to do to her. She'd seen way too many horror movies, one in particularly where a bound woman was slit navel to sternum. The though made her tremble, but she remembered he had the gun. She had been good for him, thus she hoped when he killed her it would be a simple gunshot. Lips quivered as she stepped back into the tub. She didn't attempt to pull on the shower rod as she knew that if she exerted enough force, she would be able to break it. Strapped into place, he was standing behind her and pulling her little body to his. His cold hands ran under her thin shirt, roaming over her bare skin and finding her bare breasts. Bella gasped and whimpered, though she clamped down on her teeth to keep the frightened sounds from escaping any further. From the center of his groin, she could feel his arousal pressing into the frail garment that separated her skin from his pants. She felt disgusted by it, though she would not show it. He seemed to enjoy touching her body, which made an idea cross into her head. Isn't there any price you would accept? What if I offered you myself in place of my family? I'm not begging for my own life, that is yours to take if you wish. But- she paused, gulping down the bile rising from her stomach- what if you kept me for a while in exchange for them? Surely I could be of service to you. Would your boss accept a trophy for the lives of my family as payment? Please, please, I am begging. Please don't kill them. Ple- Her voice trailed off, too weighed down by her own wavering voice.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

He felt her body tremble in revulsion and fear under his hands, her hair was soft against the side of his face as he leaned forward and brushed his face against hers. His hands moved down her camisole to her thin shorts and began to push them down. Diamano felt immense conflict about his work outside of the situation, but once the adrenaline started flowing he had been known to add rape to his kills. Her words hit his ear and he exhaled sharply. He thought about his meeting with the Don and how he had been given license to handle matters any way he saw fit. The Don, he was sure, would be happy to avoid bloodshed -and the attention such bloodshed would bring. We...we can try, little one. Yes, I believe that we can. Diamano stepped outside of the bathtub and looked over the young girl, her womanhood now exposed, the camisole disheveled but still doing it's intended part. He smiled wickedly your virtuous life is over, little child -understand that. he said wolfishly. Indeed, he had noticed an innocence bourne of inexperience and being sheltered in her eyes. We will go, and you will make your father understand that he is to pay tribute and encourage others to pay tribute...or he will recieve your head in a box. he said. But your family -for now, I'll let live. He stood up and reached for the scarf and unfastened it. He grabbed Bella's arm not roughly, but possessively and escorted her to her room. I want you to pack one suitcase, and th en you will call your parents and you will explain that you are leaving, and you will remain safe only as long as he plays nice with my associates.
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Diamano listened impassionately as Bella said her farewells to her family. Of course, for Paolo there would be no hiding from his obligations, nor sheltering of his family -there were many ways they could be found. but that could be demonstrated to Bella at a later date, should the need arise. For now, it was time to take this new responsibility under his wing. He sat in the computer chair that he had grabbed when she had began her phone call and waited for her sobs to subside. He watched her, curled up and sobbing and quietly moved over to her, setting his hand lightly on her hip and then onto her arm. Isabella... he said softly Bella he squeezed her arm reassuringly your family will come home tonight, and your father -if he is a stupid man- may call the authorities. If he is smarter he will remain silent, and regard you as a runaway. Either way, your bravery has bought them time, maybe their entire natural lives. Firmly, but possessively he grabbed her shoulder and guided her until she was sitting up. Your family is familiar with the old ways, there is a chance they will behave to keep you safe. Diamano smiled and slid his hand behind her head, sliding his fingers through her thick, dark hair and leaning forward. He looked into her eyes, saw the revulsion and horror there -and kept her still by grabbing her bangs as he kissed her lips firmly. He reached up and grabbed her breast possessively, squeezing it and kneading it in his hand as he looked into her eyes. He wanted to rape her, not fuck her and certainly not 'make love to' her. But he had to consider that even now the family would most likely be rushing back, so this quick mauling would have to suffice. Leaning back from her, her hair still clutched in his fingers, he said softly You are a child no more, now you are an adult, now you will be a woman -and even less, if I will it. He stood up and pulled her with him forcefully. Now! Get your suitcase, my car is parked behind the house, we're leaving through the back door. He saw a sad, uncertain look which he responded to with a shove NOW! At Diamano's insistence they quickly made their way through the house until they reached the back door. Bella...look. he said, grabbing her shoulder firmly and nodded. They were standing in the open doorway and he nodded at the house. Take a look, take a long look and remember this well when you go to sleep in the nights to come he said. He leaned down and took her suitcase from her and then tossed it lightly onto the walkway. He stepped outside of the door and then with a quick movement reached for her and pulled her out of the house and shoved her back. As she stumbled and recovered he quickly brought his hand back and slapped her hard across the face so that her head spun and her cheek turned red. You are mine . Remember that. Not my wife. Not my mistress, not even my live -you are my possession . NEVEr forget that! He gestured at her suitcase and walked to the car. He used his keychain remote to unlock it and nodded put that in the backseat and sit up front. Don't fuck around either, I might just change my mind he said warningly.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Bella's cries were relentless, unyielding and only growing in intensity. Her sobs became louder, shifting into wails that reverberated across the walls of her bedroom. Chest heaved in a ragged fashion, hot tears sliding down her flushed cheeks. She couldn't stop screaming, her emotional pains unmistakable. She wanted her mother more than anyone at the moment, to feel her soft hands running through her hair to try to comfort her. That thought only made her cry more until she was hyperventilating. Finally, there was no more breath in her lungs. Her salty tears ceased and her noises halted. She fell silent and still on the floor, staring into the dimly lit room. She remained unmoving when he touched her, not even flinching as he squeezed her arm. He began to speak about her family, even going so far as to address her bravery. His fingers were gentle in her hair, but he suddenly changed. They became more stern while his lips forced themselves upon her. She did not return the kiss, but she didn't wince away from it either. She was stoic now, just a shell of a person. The real Bella had fled to the innermost chambers of her heart, locking herself away. What remained was a fleshy exterior, but the soul was nowhere to be found. She felt his hand kneading her breast in a territorial manner, his eyes fixated on hers. The innocence of her former self was stripped from her with his words, dark promises reigning the tone in which he spoke to her. She nodded that she understood him. He had to see the compliance in her eyes, the inability to defy him. There was love in her mocha orbs that radiated through her gazes. She would do anything to protect her family even if that meant sacrificing herself to unlimited means. She was jerked to her feet and his voice was assertive as he barked orders. She wasn't disobeying by standing there, but she simply couldn't find the strength to move. As he shoved her, she bent for her suitcase and began to trudge down the long hallway toward the main floor. She didn't need to be told to observe the house she was already committing it to her memory. Her eyes scanned every dark picture, remembering where they were taken. Her kitchen smelled of spicy cinnamon and figs, an aroma she loved dearly. He pulled her through the opened doorway, yanking her from the warmth of her house. As if trying to shake her of her fantasies, he slapped his hand harshly across her delicately structured cheek. Mouth parted and jaw creaked, but she didn't offer to rub at the ache. Understanding well that she was just property now, she picked up her suitcase and placed it on the backseat. As silent as she could be, she opened the front door and slid inside the passenger seat.
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Diamano had a dilemma, it was common for men in his field to have one -or more- mistresses in addition to their wives, but his wife was particularly jealous, and Diamano knew that if he learned about Isabella that his wife would have no hesitation in hiring one of Diamano's own associates to eliminate her. She had done it before, he thought, shuddering. The drive was quiet, the girl next to him barely as talkative as a zombie, which suited Diamano just fine -he had to plan. He had a friend who owned a small tavern in a quiet neighborhood, the clientele was mostly mafioso, it was almost the mirror image of a cop shop -meaning it was where soldiers went to relax and have a beer on their downtime. He pulled in front of it and nodded come on, we're going to get you someplace to stay for the night... he said, nodding at the tavern. As they walked inside most of the patrons' eyes fell on the pretty young girl with Diamano, despite the humble clothing that she wore. They walked up to the bar and a burly man Diamano recognized nodded towards him. Hey, Damien the man said, using his nickname Hey, Dino, how's things. Keepin busy Dino responded, and Diamano noticed that Dino barely looked at Bella -maybe she was too young for him? Not important now. Hey, is carl around? I need to ask him if he can put her up in his loft for the night... Dio nodded towards the back of the bar and Diamano tapped Bella on the shoulder come on he said, leading her back to the kitchen...
Thread: Thinking outside of the box  [DOM+AutumDreaming]

Bella was as quiet as a mouse throughout the entire drive, her mind far from the present. Her dark eyes lingered out the window, peering into the night surrounding them. Three times they passed a vehicle similar to her mother's van, which made her heart thump wildly. In a way, she wanted to see them one last time, but she knew the consequences would be deadly if she tried to do anything suspicious. He drove her to some part of town she really didn't recognize. When the car was parked, her ushered her to go inside with him. Hands shoved into the warmth and comfort of her pockets on the front of her hooded sweatshirt, fingertips grasping the fabric from the inside. Her face and long hair were the only two visibly feminine parts of her, the rest of her delicate body hidden beneath the bulky garments. She was grateful for it, too, as it seemed to keep the men in the bar from staring at her too much. As terrified as she already was, he frightened her even more when he told her she would be left somewhere to stay for the night. As much as she wanted to be away from him, he was the only familiar she had. Who knew what would happen to her if she was left in the possession of a complete stranger. The tap to her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts, firmly placing her back in reality. Without uttering a word, she followed him back to the kitchen of the place.