CRAVED [RESTRICTED CHAPTERS]

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Marcelo brought her forward with her thighs. Her back left the edge of the tub giving room for her upper body deep inside the water and the observation motioned her heartbeat into a frenzy.

"Marcelo," she clung onto him for dear life. "You don't have to do this. Please don't do this." She prayed he wasn't about to deliberately drown her. Surely he wouldn't go as far as to.

"Is that right? for what's worth," he spoke besides her ear as his hand lifted and held her neck, his other hand tightened on her hip. "How 'bout we make this a little reminder ."

His hand around her neck pressed down on a pressure point the act made her release her grip on him as her hands rushed to his and unprepared, she found herself pushed back. The warm and clear water parted only to engulfed her body whole. Her body that was effectively held down. Bubbles of air left her mouth while she grappled. Her intakes of water instead of air that went down the wrong pipe.

Her frantic struggle useless against his hold, the knowledge of what was physically happening gave way to the tide of panic that hit hard she gasped then screamed taking up more water and chocking almost all in one go.

Her gaze unfocused, lungs continually filled up with water, her throat constricted , her respiratory on fire. The pain excruciating until little by little the energy in her hands lessened and she stopped clawing. The fight within her flitting while she felt herself slip and wished for an end. For everything to end. It burned so bad and the feeling of loneliness as she believed it was the end for her tagged at the core of her being.

Close to unconsciousness her eyelids dropped. The violent and forceful coughs that consisted of water being expelled from her lungs made her open her eyes at a point.

Stinging, she closed her eyes. There was a hand on her back but her whizzing chest was center of her attention.

Weak after pants and inhales of oxygen, Geneva was relived to feel relief brought by inhaling oxygen. It didn't matter to fight Marcelo when her was body repositioned and chest came into contact with Marcelo's hard one.

His hand on the back of her head keeping her close and the other ran up and down the length of her back.

"Try it again."

She heard him say in the midst of her slightly labored breathing. It was the worst feeling. Being drowned. She didn't have it in her to do anything but stay still and only focus on her breath.

But she was unable to only focus on that because it had taken a toll on her emotionally and Geneva wanted someone to hold onto because of how ruffled the experience had left her.

She held onto the seams of his wet shirt on both ends. Wished for numbness in exchange of the emotional and physical exhaust only to fail miserably.

He bathed and dried the both of them, tended to her wound before he tucked the both of them nude inside the sheets. Skin on skin. Their body heat shared. She wanted to so badly fold and have him deep spoon her. And because of that thought in itself her throat constricted. She hated what he'd just done to her and at the same time wanted him to sooth the pain away. She wasn't immune to human touch nor affection, grew up with both and equally invested in them.

Hands tucked underneath her head below the pillow, Geneva didn't bother with Marcelo's arm that held her to him by the waist and the other underneath her neck folded by the elbow, increasing their surface area of skin contact.

Sex wasn't her route of escape, she'd never felt the want to escape her feelings so bad that the only solution she could see that happening was through the intimate act.

She wanted comfort after what she had gone thought. And maybe his arms around her, body pressed to hers and his body warmth should have been enough to distract her. An anchor to a reality that she was still very much alive and present, but it wasn't.

The both of them nude. No barrier between. Willing she was to let him pleasure and make her feel good despite her exhaust.

She had no clue what Marcelo was thinking while he played with her taut nipple his breath fanning her skin. She wished he'd lift her leg over his and push his length inside her moist core.

His thumb delicately grazed her hardened nipple and she clenched her fist further. She wasn't going to. Even if she badly wanted to lower his hand on her waist down between her legs she fought it.

She fought it the best she could.

Deep within, she couldn't ignore the hallow feeling he had induced. And it did irritate her the slightest that it was him with whom she wanted to escape the feeling.

Like the only thing that had gone according to her wish, Marcelo's hand lowered and in sync her lower muscles tightened with anticipation. The irony of her situation wasn't dull on her and yet she slightly lifted her leg to give him access. Exhaled in relief when his hand cupped her waiting womanhood. His skilled fingers played with her moist folds and she pushed up on his lower torso when a finger entered her silk channel .

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan and so she bit her lip only to release it when he added another and begun to curl them inside her walls attentive to that not so far away spot.

The first moan escaped her lips giving easy passage to the ones that followed after. Slowly working up the peak of her orgasm and then he stopped.

Flipped her onto her back before she could trap his hand between her thighs.

Her legs spread open accommodating him. And wide open they were. She revealed at the feeling of having him on top of her, pressing down on her. He didn't have to try and her womanhood was already fanning over him. Wet for him without her say so.

And even with the knowledge at the back of her mind of him having submerged her in the bathtub, her hands slowly lowered past his back and gripped his firm ass. Her eyes on his dark predatory ones. She should have looked away but she couldn't. He prettified her, did wrong by her and yet still she wanted him.

"Please."

She begged, tired of the waiting. She simply wanted to forget and just feel what she was no stranger to when it came down to what he could do to her body. He was her ticket there. Away from the void or reminder of what had happened in the bathtub.

He had sinfully smiled at the sound of her plea and her body clinched because of how wrongly attractive it was. His frame that covered hers did a number to her womanhood. She liked how bigger than her he was and at the back of her mind discovered how at ease she was taking the submissive role. As thought made to be so for Marcelo.

His strokes long and deep Geneva spasmed around his dick when he had remained buried inside her.

Damn it he knew what he was doing and she couldn't control herself no matter what. Her eyes portrayed exactly what he was doing to her. And his reflected his pleasure in seeing her unravel amongst the darkness in them.

It's what she had wanted.

She reminded herself when nearing her limit and knew begging for him to stop was only a couple of loud moans away.

Thoughts of the controversy inside her head dully lay at the back of it in the beginning and she couldn't look into his eyes because she knew she'd lose herself to him and his dominating gaze that entangled her sense give way to her hormones.

But he succeeded. Succeeded in making her let go of her thoughts and focus on only him and whatever it was that burned between the both of them.

Caught herself from moaning out a lengthy 'yes' when his length pushed in filling her and her walls smothered him.

It only crossed her mind in the morning when she awoke. Recalled every moment of their act and how right having Marcelo bring her to climax over and over felt. It hit her how twisted it was for her state of anything.

He abducted her.

She desired him. Wasn't subtle enough about it before he had entered her room back in Santa Barbara with her awake and conscious of his presence when she broke the lamp on her foot.

Maybe she had caused this to herself.

Thought about all the things she could have done differently but didn't. But then again it wasn't her fault. She never approached him to lead him on in anyway.

It wasn't a crime to lust for someone from a far. She wasn't responsible for her captivity.

As much as that was clear as day, Samuel's death was partly her fault. And she didn't know if or when she'd forgive herself for it.

Remembering what happened to the men who were shot dead in the basement didn't help her in any positive way emotionally.

It still made her sick to the stomach what happened and she was beginning to question just how easily her life could be no more in a mere matter of seconds.

The thought was scary and saddening in its own right. It made her want to leave from his hold and house the more.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to run home.

Heck if anyone was willing to show her the way back into the arms of the security of her family she was more than willing to give all her possessions in exchange.

She rejected thinking about questioning her reason for existence. Seeing more than one person die was messing her somehow and to know life could be easily taken by another being who was stronger in more than one aspect was dejecting . More so knowing that the very person was the man who was keeping her against her will, who's bed she was in. The very person she had consented to have sex with for pleasure as a get away.

Sore between her legs Geneva flung the covers off of her nude body only to lay back down for a few seconds so her muscles could wake up with a heavy exhale.

Not all was lost. And she rejected the mind set and attitude. Showered, cleaned up and presentable she left Marcelo's room and went down the staircase. Headed straight for the kitchen.

She had a plan. Sort of.

In the kitchen, she found another preparing heavy breakfast and not Alberto. They shared a greeting and she politely asked why Alberto wasn't preparing the meal. In hope she didn't sound rude or entitled to know.

It wasn't her house.

His kind looking face didn't show any offense and she relaxed a notch glad she hadn't offended.

Got to know he was the hired head cook. So picked on he was in charge of the meals before and when Alberto wasn't present. Alberto had indeed said he was in charge of Marcelo's meals not exactly hired for it either.

And to her favor, a couple of minutes into her breakfast Juan walked into the kitchen and stopped by the fridge . Acknowledged her presence when he turned before he drunk from a bottle of water and then sealed the lid back on.

She wanted to but refrained from glaring at him. He gave her out her first attempted escape. Gave her out the second time. Maybe he didn't, she wasn't certain. But he had been the one she had locked eyes with the previous day when she had tried to run.

There was a high possibility Marcelo had seen her try to do so but from where they met up close to the house, surely he couldn't have.

Her eyes met with Juan's and she quickly looked away. Saw him take a seat by the edge of the counter from her peripheral vision, leaving distance between them.

" hi."

Her head whipped in his direction at the sound of his voice. She blinked and he blinked back. A small smile tagged at his lips.

Her mind on a stand still for a moment before she processed and gathered her thoughts real quick. Her plan did indeed require him. So she greeted him back. " hi."

She waited for him to say something else. Anything. But he didn't. So she did instead after drinking the last of her tea and placed her cup down.

She pondered on whether to strike a deal with him. Offer him money perhaps but then recalled Marcelo's comment about a certain group of men who just lost their lives because of stealing from him yet he paid them well.

The nauseating feeling that had latched onto her after those gunshots hovered.

If it was illicit drugs that they sold, her family wasn't poor but it was obvious Marcelo wasn't an ounce poor compared to hers. And she doubted Juan was. She dully put into perspective offering anything related to riches for her freedom was out of the picture which left what?

"Is it possible to go out shopping?" She asked instead and Juan was silent for a few seconds.

"You want to go shopping?"

The silent memory shared between them what had taken place the day she went shopping with both him and Marcelo.

She nodded her head glancing forward. The newly introduced cook had left and it was the two of them.

Juan agreed. After confirming with Marcelo via quick text.

She refrained from asking Juan what Marcelo had texted him and instead focused on the positive fact that he had agreed to it.

Driven out seated and buckled up in a black Range Rover it's windows tinted window, seeing how heavily guarded Marcelo's house was, Geneva questioned why she thought she could have out smarted and run from his security.

Seeing a few of the dogs she questioned if Marcelo had a park of viscous wolves close by and shivered at the thought of them running free and sinking their teeth into anything they'd find. Especially if it was humans in their path.

Geneva kept to herself specifically because her head was jumbled up with plan after plan of a possible successful get away.

Ended up dropping the whole first raw of sanitaries. Walking in and out of each aisle and put whatever item stood out inside the shopping trolley.

She pushed the metal on wheels real slow. Glancing at each customer minding their own business. She gravely wished someone would help. To spare her a minimum of two glances in her direction and maybe, just maybe read between the lines.

Juan was close by. Didn't disappear out of nowhere the way she had wanted him to. Neither did he when they entered a phone store and to her surprise shrugged when she pointed at a gadget of her choosing.

He was letting her get a phone.

It was questioning. She knew deep in her gut that everyone knew what any captive would do if they got their hands on a phone or gadget with the means of communication and she felt a trap laying ready for her to fall in once she took the obvious bait.

Marcelo wasn't stupid. And she doubted Juan was either.

She racked her mind on how to get a burn phone with Juan close by. She asked the sells man if they did knowing very well the answer. The 'yes they could depending on..' sentence eliminated her stupid anxiety when Juan leaned close towards the sales man and she left the building with another kind of low.

They crossed the busy road, Juan carrying some of the shopping bags. She lifted her head feeling miserable only for a jolt of hope to shot forth when she spotted a police station department to her left.

The more she blinked looking at it, the more hopeful she got.

She tagged onto Juan's neatly tucked in blue shirt making him hold in his steps.

" I -" she looked up at him. Ignoring her wildly beating heart for a moment and Inhaled much needed breath. "I forgot to get tampons."

She thought he had ignored her when he turned and continued walking but he stopped on the paved path next to an empty bench and regarded her.

" I thought that's why you got all those sanitary towels."

He knew what they were?

Well her ex knew them. Men knew what they were.

"Yeah. But I forgot to get the tampons. They're medically approved." Truth was tampons were tampons. "I have a specific brand I use." She told him a name of those brands that weren't found just anywhere and sat on the bench with her bags. Went on to remove the ones in his hands and placed them close by.

"I'll wait here for you."

"Really?"

She nearly changed her mind but nodded with a barely there smile. Their was something off about his smirk and tone.

Juan turned and crossed the road headed to where the mall was. Her heartbeat in a frenzy and stomach cramped up.

She was frightened. Frightened to go through with her idea. Her sweetly palms evidence of that. Her gut feeling was against it. Memory of what Marcelo had done to her in bathtub because of an attempted run revisited and she wanted to chicken out and stay put.

But this was her chance to get help. And she was going to take it.

Geneva felt like she was dragging herself to a pack of hungry hyenas with each step she took towards the police station. Felt herself go against her inner self. Her heart wasn't in it either. She was moving entirely based on logic and nothing else it seemed.

So unease with herself she stood lost inside the the compartmented space. Lifted and forced her legs walk towards the front desk with a male dressed in a navy blue or black uniform. She had no time for detail as long as his uniform looked legit.

"I have an issue." Were the first words that came out of her mouth as she stood before the young looking officer who stopped what he was doing on his computer and focused his attention in her.

About to speak, his head whipped to the side. Called by someone she presumed because he spoke to whoever it was in Spanish before looking at her and told her to have a seat he'd be right back in English.

All the while, her gaze hadn't and didn't leave him until he walked away from behind his desk and she turned her head to look in his direction.

She wanted to cry. Each second that passed was an increment to her fear that this wouldn't work and Juan would find her before she could get help.

Geneva spotted the man talk to a lady not dressed in the same uniform but had a visible gun holder to the side of her black slacks.

The woman he was taking to turned her head in her direction in observation.

Seconds passed before the man returned and directed her into a room enlightening her to tell her issue to the woman waiting inside.

He closed the door of the small office behind him and the lady motioned for her to take a seat.

"I'm -" Geneva begun to say but cut herself short. She had no time to waste. " I just want to go back home. To my country." She nearly broke down in front of the attentive woman listening to her. " please help me. I didn't came her on my-"

The sound of the door gently opening caught the lady's attention and Geneva followed her gaze. Turning around downright scared.

"I found the tampons" Juan displayed the pack and dropped them inside a bag he was holding. "Hard to find this exact type." He cast Geneva a grin before addressing the lady who went by the name Verónica as though old friends of sort .

"You two know each other?" Verónica asked looking at the both of them.

"Something like that." Juan answered and placed a bottled of flavored water in front of Geneva on Verónica's desk.

" you looked like you needed cold refreshment from all that shopping." He glanced down at her. Her eyes looking up at his brown ones heart in her throat. " I'll let you finish. Be out waiting."

He headed out the small office and closed the door behind him. The click of the door sounded .

Veronica bent looking at Geneva worried.

" are you okay?"

No she wasn't okay.

Her hands shook as she picked up the bottled drink and took a large drink from it with shaky hands and placed the cap back on.

Her heart was pounding profusely she wasn't sure what to do. Stuck. She felt stuck, petrified. Like death was close to the door by the corner.

It suddenly became too hot for to breath. Her vision blurred and her hand pushed out to hold Verónica for confirmation she wasn't loosing it yet she was.

She was losing consciousness while having a panic attack.

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Her surrounding dark apart from where she was seated and the neighboring area. Geneva opened her eyes, warmth conducted into her body, the source from underneath her feet . Feeling dazed she took a moment to understand and interpret her surrounding.

Imagery of dead bodies on the floor and a glimpse of Samuel's body added to the already grim atmosphere of the basement. Her second time to be inside and she was the one at the center of attention this time.

Seated on the metal chair, her arms tied behind her back, legs together, Ankle , knees and lower torso tied to it with thick rope as well.

She moved her arms in an attempt to free herself against the tight hold and she flinched. Her skin already bruised she nearly couldn't feel her hands from the wrist down.

The warmth from her feet increased. She couldn't look to see what her feet were placed on because of the rope around her torso holding her in place and could only rely on her senses.

Whatever her feet were placed on had small cylindrical rods crossing each other leaving squared spaces. She couldn't tell what the material that was giving off warmth was made of. It didn't feel like metal nor was it plastic but it's surface smooth.

All the while her memories were recollecting. Consisted of Verónica, Juan and her failed attempt for freedom.

Her head hung.

She recalled taking a large drink from the refreshment Juan had gotten for her. It's seal had already been removed and it didn't take her long to put two and two together. He must have put something in. He must have.

"Why the downcast appearance Geneva?"

Her head lifted at the sound of Marcelo's voice and found him standing in front of her. His black shirt unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled to his elbows. Ink on display.

His penetrating gaze commanded hers and her heart thumbed. She had nothing to say to him.

The heat bellow her feet had gradually increased a number of degrees. She tried to move her feet against the rope in vain.

Marcelo drugged a chair and placed it directly in front of her while he stood behind it. Hands on the top of its frame with a gun in hand.

"I think I've let you get away with ignoring my questions enough times . So if I talk to you and I need you to reply but you don't, pray for your sake I'm in a good mood."

He straightened. Hands still on the chair.

"Who were you going to call if your genius act with the cops were to be a success?"

"Marcelo I'm sorry please don'-"

The sound of Marcelo's gun firing sounded within the thick walled basement but that wasn't what had Geneva scream in near sync with the sound of the gunfire.

Pain shoot out like lightning from where the bullet had entered her thigh through the jeans of her shorts and into her skin.

The nerves in her leg transmitting the pain, traveled all around. It collected when the warmth under her feet was no longer warm but a persistent heat that was a notch above her body temperature.

" humor me Geneva," Marcelo's grip on his gun tightened " who were you going to call for help?"

" my parents." Full on crying she fought through the pain to answer.

Marcelos rounded the empty chair and took a seat . His legs parted, elbows on top of his bent knees.

"Marcelo my feet. It's -it's hot."

The heat her feet were receiving passed her heat tolerance and she looked at Marcelo's unsympathetic features .

"Please." She pleaded . Her toes curled as she tried to shift her feet unsuccessfully. " please .." her shot leg begun to shake.

He leaned back.

"After calling them they'd come to the rescue. Wouldn't they?" At his question she nodded her head and he chuckled quietly.

"Why Don't we call them up? Should we do that and put to test your theory?"

"No." Geneva shook her head sobbing.

" no?"

"No .. Please ..." her nose was running the same her head begun to pound in pain. The heat to her feet increased and so did her sobs and the collecting pain from both the gunshot wound and her bounded state.

Marcelo lifted his hand and signaled. Juan rolled over a metal trolley an electric line connected to something that disappeared in the far dark.

Juan retreated and she could no longer see him. Couldn't see what was on top of the metal tray either.

Marcelo lifted a gun fire lighter and turned on the hot flame. Geneva burst into more tears seeing the furious flame and begun to plead for him not hurt her. Whatever it was he was thinking.

She missed to see him place the long bladed knife in the flame. Only saw him use it to cut her jean off her thigh. The hot metal blade burning her skin in a line as he cut the material off exposing her shot thigh.

He placed the hot knife back down and turned the lighter back on . The hot flame directed at and around her wound Geneva screamed her lungs out at the excruciating pain.

He cut the flame off and placed the gun down. Geneva's body shivered , beads of sweat on every pore of her body. As soon as she passed out from the excruciating pain, Marcelo's foot pushed away the heater from underneath her feet .

He smiled slightly when he saw she hadn't wet herself like before and turned on the tattoo machine after cleaning her bullet wound and wiping below her wound and the freshly burnt area.

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