Chapter 8

Georgina and Marcelo sat in silence during their quiet dinner, the air thick with unspoken tension. Each occupied in their thoughts, their emotions tightly guarded behind their facade of calmness. The room seemed to hold its breath, aware of the undercurrents simmering beneath the surface. For some reason, Georgina noticed Marcelo seemed tense and ate rapidly. His eyes glued to his food as he ate.

After dinner, Georgina excused herself, “I’m going to bed” not sure of how he would react, she made her way upstairs to prepare for bed. 

The soothing sound of water filled the bathroom as she drew a bath, seeking solace in the warmth and tranquility of the moment. She immersed herself in the water, allowing its gentle caress to wash away the remnants of the day.

As she emerged from her bath, wrapped in a soft towel, Georgina moved to the bedroom and slipped beneath the covers. The room exuded a hushed stillness, casting an ethereal glow over the space. She lay there, the sheets embracing her, her mind a tumultuous sea of thoughts and emotions.

Marcelo entered the room, his presence felt even before she saw him. He moved with a quiet confidence, his eyes fixed upon her.  

His gaze traced over her body, his intentions simmering beneath the surface. The air between them held a delicate balance of anticipation and uncertainty. Georgina adjusted herself and gripped the covers to her body. She was already certain of his intention.

“You should get used to this and loosen yourself”.

He slowly approached the bed, his touch grazing her shoulder with featherlight kisses. Georgina's body tensed, her mind wrestling with conflicting emotions. She allowed herself to be maneuvered, her compliance masking her growing irritation and the feeling of being reduced to an object.

Marcelo's actions became more intimate, his desires laid bare. He sniffed her, as if seeking affirmation, before his tongue traced a path from her belly button to her lips. His words, uttered in a low murmur, “You taste so good”. 

He expressed a satisfaction that left her feeling hollow. She endured the forceful intrusion, her moans a mixture of pain and resignation.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as Marcelo continued his thrusting, the weight of their connection overshadowed by a sense of emptiness. Finally, with a prolonged grunt, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, spent and sated.

Georgina turned away, her gaze fixed on a blank space, her heart heavy with an unspoken yearning for something more. 

The next morning, Georgina slowly stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to greet the dawning light. As she shifted in bed, her gaze fell upon a vibrant red dress resting delicately beside her. Its allure and elegance beckoned to her, casting a vivid contrast against the calmness of the room.

Yawning softly, Georgina stretched her limbs and sat up, feeling a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty about the dress. She couldn't help but wonder why it was there, placed so purposefully within her reach. With drowsy eyes, she traced the intricate details of the garment, admiring the craftsmanship that went into its creation.

Just as she began to contemplate its significance, the sound of Marcelo's voice resonated through the room. “Prepare and Get dressed”.

Startled, Georgina turned her head to find him standing behind her, his presence commanding attention. He exuded an air of confidence and refinement, dressed in a sleek and tailored suit. His hair was neatly combed, and his polished shoes completed his impeccably put-together appearance.

Georgina couldn't deny the undeniable truth that Marcelo looked undeniably good, even if her heart held conflicting emotions towards him. 

Without waiting for a response from Georgina, he turned and walked out of the room, his presence leaving a lingering trace.

Georgina, now fully awake, stared at the doorway for a moment, her mind spinning with thoughts. The sight of the red dress, Marcelo's commanding presence, and his abrupt departure created a sense of urgency within her. She knew that complying with his request was the only option and that defiance would have its consequences.

Gathering her resolve, Georgina rose from the bed, her fingers delicately grazing the fabric of the red dress. 

Her heart raced as she gazed at herself one final time in the bedroom mirror, her reflection adorned in the stunning red dress. Despite her outward beauty, she couldn't deny the absence of joy and genuine smiles that once graced her features. A hollow ache filled her chest, a constant reminder of the life she had been thrust into.

Summoning her courage, Georgina made her way down the grand staircase, her footsteps echoing through the opulent halls of the mansion. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the silence, jolting her senses. “Aaaaarrrgggghhh”.

Her stomach churned with a mix of fear and apprehension, but she pressed forward, cautiously descending the stairs, her body instinctively bending, as if evading an unseen danger.

Amidst the cacophony of sobs and pleas for mercy, “Please, I beg you. I will pay up, I just need more time”. She could also hear Marcelo’s reply, “Well, more time is what I don't have”.

Georgina heard their voices coming from the same place Antonio claimed was a storage area.  She was right all along. There was more to that dark space.

With trepidation, she inched closer towards the source of the commotion, determined to uncover the truth.

As she approached the stairs leading to the storage area, the lights abruptly went out, shrouding the surroundings in a thick veil of darkness. Georgina's pulse quickened, and a shiver ran down her spine. Out of the darkness emerged Marcelo, ascending the stairs with Antonio trailing behind. A glint of something sinister flickered in Marcelo's eyes as he wiped his hands, stained with what could only be blood.

The sight chilled Georgina to her core, her body trembling uncontrollably. Marcelo, his gaze fixed on her, approached without a hint of remorse, as if he expected her compliance with whatever he had planned next.

With a voice as cold as ice, Marcelo addressed her, "Ready?" The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Georgina's mind whirled, her thoughts racing in a desperate attempt to comprehend the depth of her entanglement with this man.