Blame it on the shame Part 2

Chapter 17 (Lou-Lou)

 

The first thing I realize is that I'm a lot groggier than I should be from waking up from a nap.

The second thing I realize is that I'm not at the airport, and I'm certainly not on an airplane.

I take in my surroundings. Everything is both familiar and not familiar.

The white walls, the cold and hard gray floor. Hell, even the frigid temperature.

How can I not know where I am but yet recognize this place?

The light above my head flickers and my eyes fall on the steep spiral staircase.

And that's when I realize exactly where I am.

DeLuca's mansion. Or rather, the basement of his mansion.

I've only seen the basement once...the night I heard the most horrifying screams coming from down here and I couldn't help but investigate.

I only made it four steps down the spiral staircase when DeLuca screamed at me to go back upstairs to my room. He warned me the next time I came down here without his permission would be my last.

I shudder at those words. I shudder again when I note that there's no way to escape from down here.

I know the entire layout of DeLuca's mansion, the basement is the only room that doesn't have a secret escape hallway.

At least not one that I know of.

But that still doesn't explain why Emilio brought me here in the first place.

Unless...he was ordered to.

Oh, God. DeLuca knows.

I take a step forward and try and steady myself. Clearly, I was drugged. But how?

I curse when I realize it must have been the ginger snaps. I say a silent prayer that whatever he used won't be harmful to the baby, and if it is it won't be that bad considering I only ate one.

I feel around the pockets to my jeans for my cell-phone but, just as I suspected, it's not here.

I come to the conclusion that I have one of two options.

I can try and walk up that spiral staircase, knowing the door will be locked when I reach the top, and that me trying to open the door will most likely trigger Emilio or someone worse to come down here.

Or...I can scope the basement out and try to uncover some way of escaping.

I lift the small area rug and feel around for a floorboard of some sort but there's nothing.

I feel around the walls next, hoping to come across a groove that will somehow lead to a hidden room or hallway.

When that doesn't work, I walk over to the door of the only room that's down here, but of course, it's locked.

I weigh my options again. I could attempt to kick the door down, knowing there's only a 25% chance that my 105lb frame could actually manage to do it.

But then, I'd also yet again be taking a major chance of the sound prompting someone to come down here. Not to mention, there's no guarantee that whatever's on the other side will be helpful in the first place.

Rock meet fucking hard spot.

Either way, I refuse to just stand here and do nothing.

I'm about to go on another scavenger hunt, but then I hear the latch to the basement door open.

Despite wanting to, I can't bring myself to turn around.

I hear the click-clack of heavy footsteps walking down the spiral staircase and I stand up straight.

Every muscle in my body tightens and I know I have to do whatever it takes to overpower him.

I once read about a mother lifting a car in order to save her child, due to how much adrenaline was flowing through her.

There's no way Emilio's stronger than a car, so I've still got a chance.

The footsteps come closer and an eerie feeling washes over me.

My senses tingle and overwhelming awareness barrels into me like a freight train.

It's not Emilio.

"DeLuca," I exhale at the same time he says, "Bambina."

Every part of me wants to slink down to the floor and cry my heart out. This is my worst nightmare and yet hope keeps taunting me, telling me I can make it across this tightrope of doom if I just steady myself and focus.

Fear is useless right now.

Fear will get us both killed.

Fear is the mind's cruel way of playing tricks on you.

Fear accomplishes nothing...it's only a deterrent to a goal.

I turn around and face him. "DeLuca," he repeats bitterly, his eyes piercing into me, no doubt pissed about me addressing him by his last name for the very first time.

I don't miss the brief surprise that crosses over his features when I ignore him and cross my arms over my chest, refusing to show him that I'm scared.

However, he surprises me when he looks me up and down, rubs his chin and laughs. It's a menacing laugh that causes chills, but I do my best to hide them.

"I don't understand why I'm here," I say when silence follows his laughter. "I was going to meet you in Italy. I was going to—"

I'm cut off when DeLuca's hand slaps my face so hard I tumble back.

"I know damn well what you were going to do."

My stomach drops but I press my hand to my cheek and feign i

I refuse to meet Emilio's traitorous eyes.

DeLuca takes a step forward and I take a step back. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Emilio shift his stance so he's now approaching me from the back, cornering me. It's obvious they're both setting up to cage me in.

I eye the staircase, but DeLuca clicks his tongue. "That will only make it worse," he warns, taking another step forward.

"I don't know what I did or why I'm here," I say firmly.

"You don't?" He questions closing the space between us.

I go to shake my head but he pulls my hair. His grip is so hard when he yanks my head back I wince.

His lips move from the base of my throat up to my ear at the same time one of his hands reach between my legs and cups me with a force so great I let out a yelp. "Who else have you given this cunt to, Lucia

"No one." I gulp. "I told you I would never do that to you."

He growls and pulls my hair so hard I swear he's going to tear it right from my scalp. "You sure about that?"

I nod, despite his hold on my hair. "Y-yes. I-I love you."

His eyes grow darker, but to my confusion, his touch between my legs changes to soft strokes instead of the death grip from before.

And even though Emilio's right behind me, I proceed to give DeLuca exactly what he wants.

Because this is survival.

"I would never do that to you, Mio Amore," I repeat, as the sound of him pulling my zipper down echoes throughout the room.

His finger rubs me through my panties and I purposely wind myself against his touch.

"Never?" he inquires, pulling my panties to the side.

His touch is still oddly gentle when he slips a finger inside me. It's something I'm not prepared for.

"Never, never," I breathe when his finger swirls around my clit.

Bile stings my throat because DeLuca's never touched me like this before. I didn't even think he knew what this part of my body was or what it did.

I want to pull away, but I know better. Instead, I keep up with my fake moans as he continues spi

He's never made me orgasm before and I know that alone should cause me to be on guard but I'm too caught up in this feeling.