The Ring

‎Elias POV

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‎"Elias,“ he said, his voice low with a hint of danger in his tone.

‎"Who texted you.“

‎I didn't move. My footsteps frozen in fright.

‎My wrists still burned from the cuffs. Red bruises marred my wrists. The phone in my hand with unknown R's text glowing on the screen.

‎Alessio stood in the door way. He turned back to look at me, he had a dark grin on his face which made my lips move in hesitant fear.

His smile drooped in anger at my actions. Alessio's jaw ticked. A muscle twitched there.

‎He strode towards me. His hand gripped my chin. Fingers digging into my cheeks. ‎

‎"When I talk, I expect you to answer me,“ Alessio whispered low into my ear.

‎I turned my chin to escape his grip. which I immediately regretted because his fingers only dug in more, hurting my cheeks.

‎He pushed my chin away roughly.

‎My neck snapped slightly due to the force.

‎A black velvet box rolled into my sight. I glanced up at him confusion written over my face.

Alessio looked at me with an expressionless face. ‎

‎I picked it up. My hands shook slightly. Terrified of whatever was in it. I opened it, to reveal a ring.

‎Plantinum. Heavy with a think band. On the face was a crest of a lion eating snake.

‎Alessio took the ring from the box. Grabbed my wrists me, the force pulled me up. I shook his hand off my wrist.

‎He forced it down my ring finger. I shook my fingers frantically in pain. The metal was cold. Too tight. It scraped my skin. Blood welled under the band. He didn't stop until it hit my knuckle.

‎I gasp loudly. The pain was sharp, it made my brain numb.

‎"There," Alessio beamed a insane smile like a lunatic. He did not let go. His thumb smeared the blood across the crest.

"It looks just right on you.“

‎"Stop please—“

‎"No,“ His eyes were dark. No humane emotion in them. "You thought the cuffs were punishment, Elias? That was me being patient. But it seems you don't need that.“

‎"N-No please don't.“ I let out, voice trembling in fear.

‎He shoved me back. Falling onto the bed, my face hitting the sheets, Silky white sheets blinding my sight. Arms gripped my arms, caging them behind my back.

‎"He wants to use you," Alessio said. The sound of him in buckling his belt, sent me into a state of panic. Thrashing my body around trying escape his hold. The leather hissed. "So I'm going to ruin you first. So there nothing left for anyone to take.“

‎My heart lurched in my throat. Panic exploding in my chest. "Alessio, don't—“

His hand gripped my throat before I finished.

‎"You're not a person to him," he whispered against my ear. "You're a weapon. So I'm going to blunt you.“

‎His other hand dug into my hair, gripping it tightly. Yanked my head back harshly. My scalp tingling in pain.

‎"You're my property,“ His voice sent chills down my body. "And I do whatever I want with my property.“

‎The belt hit the floor. Alessio got on the bed. Placing himself between my legs, spreading them apart. I whimpered silently.

‎He tore open my pants, ripping apart the fabric. ‎

‎Troy had told me how sex between men worked and how painful it could be.

‎But experiencing it firsthand— with him— made my body go weak and I scrambled my body upward in panic. His fingers grabbed my left leg, holding it down.

‎Alessio's grip on my hips tightened, showing his anger, and without mercy. Pain ripped through me. He didn't stop.

‎Alessio was merciless on me, his grip on my hips deepening. A scream ripped out of me. ‎

‎"It hurts. Please stop. It hurts. P-please!!!"

‎The bed frame cracked with each brutal snap of his hips. He pulled out and turned me over onto my back.

‎He bent down now half on top of me, his fingers tracing my wet cheeks. I turned my face to avoid looking at him. He turned my face and patted my cheeks roughly.

‎"Look at me, Elias. If there's one thing I hate is being ignored when I talk.“

‎I looked at him through teary eyes and nodded fearfully.

‎"Good boy. Relax for me now. I won't stop what I started. Do as I say so it won't hurt you, Elias.“

‎Alessio said in a much softer voice different from his commanding tone earlier. ‎

‎He pushed inside me.

‎I closed my eyes and bit the inside of my mouth to lessen the pain I felt down there. Alessio kept moving roughly. The only sound I could hear was Alessio heavy breathing besides my ear. ‎

‎Alessio straightened himself up. Pulled his length out of me, he stepped off the bed. He then grabbed my right ankle and pulled me towards the edge of the bed.

‎"Open your eyes Elias, I said open your eyes, Elias.“

‎And with that, he thrust himself roughly back, pounding me mercilessly.

‎"Ah... ah... ah... AHHHH!

‎"AHH... AHH... AH... ah... Stop... s-stop, I can't...

‎"That's it. That's it. Elias, look at me.... Cum for me,“Alessio's voice sent shivers through me as he took deep, laboured breaths.

‎The uncontrollable thrusts made me spill out moans involuntarily. The pain was white. My eyes rolled into my head passing out.

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‎I woke up to the sight of Alessio adjusting his tie.

‎My face pressed on the sheet, cheeks sticky with some unknown liquid, I didn't know if it was my tears or something else.

‎Everywhere hurts. My wrists, throat.

Between my legs ached like I it had been rammed into.

‎Alessio crouched down next to me. Dressed again. Like nothing happened.

‎"Get away from me.“ Scrambling back in fear.

‎He took something from his pocket. Before tossing it next to me.

‎It was a plug. Metal and thick, with the Morreti crest on the flat base.

‎"So you don't leak on my floor,“ Alessio said. His voice flat. "Put it on, or I will.“

‎A wave of disgust ran through me, his attitude made bile rise in my throat. I vomited, nothing came up. Just Air.

Alessio watched me, like I was making a foolery of myself.

‎He walked to the door.

‎"Clean yourself up,“ he said. "Then the books. You have work to do. And Elias?“ ‎

‎I didn't answer. My body paralyzed with pain. ‎

‎"If you take off the ring, I take something else. Try me.“

‎He said nothing else, just shut the door.

The silence in the room suffocated me.

I layed on the bed, blood between my thighs, staining the bed. ‎

I looked ruined and battered.

‎My hands was numb. I flexed it and something crinkled in my pocket. I pulled it out, a small note which wasn't there before

‎My blood ran cold at the words written on them.

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