Chapter 5.1 <The Redemption of the Shawshank>

When Carlo presses her and forces her to do it all, she feels inwardly disgusted. But every now and then she remembers the dumb Carlo who was only good to her, and she feels so guilty, and the mix of these emotions makes her feel conflicted. She recalled the day that she had let him be taken away by his family. It was her decision, and perhaps it was all of her own making. But in her heart, she could not admit of how Carlo would really hold her completely captive without regard for her feelings.

Every part of Cynthia's body was aching from the over-indulgence of the captivity. Her eyes were red and her movements to get dressed seemed slow and sluggish, and Carlo got tired of waiting and turned to help her put on the rest of her clothes. His deft hands fastened the buttons on her dress one by one, while his eyes stared unblinkingly at her expression. He had just done something unforgivable to her, and now Cynthia had to restrain herself from thinking about it as Carlo came closer to her neck to help her with her clothes. She looked away, not wanting to look at him again.

Cynthia hated his forceful attitude, as if she were not a living human being but one of his captive pets, but she did not dare to resist, nor did she have the strength to do so. A proud owner would also show proper weakness to save herself when confronted by a fierce dog that attacks indiscriminately.

Carlo carried her to the ground floor dining room for dinner, and Cynthia didn't dare look at the servants, feeling that what little dignity she had left was being shredded by Carlo. Even though she hadn't eaten properly all day, she had no appetite whatsoever. Cynthia felt the curious stares and the controlling look in Carlo's eyes as the maids around her paid extra attention to this special guest. She cut two pieces of steak and barely swallowed them.

Carlo was like a child who had been given a beloved toy, asserting his sovereignty at all times. In his own mind, he had been an abandoned stray dog, surviving in a den of wolves, finally finding his former master when he was on the verge of collapse.

So after that Cynthia has been brought back to this villa by Carlo. Carlo's favourite thing was to put a collar around Cynthia's neck and bring her to the mirror to spread her legs and let her see them make love. The name Antonio has always been a scar that Carlo cannot remove. He used to wonder if she had chosen to abandon him for the coward she liked, and Carlo would always pinch Cynthia's head while she made love to him, forcing her to look at Carlo behind her in the mirror and ask: "And now? Still like him now? Hmm? Look at the way our bodies are joined together now. Do you really think that man can subjugate you as much as I can?"

As soon as Cynthia showed the slightest hint of wanting to leave, Carlo would fxck her extra hard as punishment, like a beast that couldn't control its force. After sex she was locked in a cage .He accuses her of being disobedient.

The collar around her neck is only opened by a key Carlo has. She would fall back onto the mattress in agony, and once again she would be held in Carlo's arms from behind and fall asleep. This life went on for weeks.

Cynthia's body had been conditioned by his fingers to be so sensitive that just a few touches from him would instantly make her go limp as if she had turned into a pool of spring water. But every time she was treated like this, she felt less guilty and more disgusted with Carlo.

"What are you thinking about? Making love to me and still wandering off. Am I being too gentle?"

Carlo cupped her chin in his hand, slid two fingers in and stirred, stabbing her uterus harder with his loins.Cynthia's eyes were dazed, she had lost count of how many times he had violated her today. She lay on her back on the bed, staring at the fluttering muslin curtains, her eyes empty.

She knew she couldn't sit around any longer, she wanted to get out, she wanted to get out of this prison in a hurry, but the villa was filled with Carlo's servants and it would simply be harder than escaping the island of confinement if she tried to do it on her own.

Cynthia is reminded of the novel she once read, The Shawshank Redemption, and she understands why Tim Robbins is desperately trying to escape from the prison. The reason is for getting freedom.

The only person she could talk to during the day was Debby, who was a simple, silly girl. She calls her sister Debby affectionately a few times then she just tells her everything. Cynthia learns that Debby is not just a maid, but that her father was in business with Carlo before he died in an accident and entrusted Debby to Carlo's care.

Cynthia asked her, "If that's the case, why did he ask you to be his maid?"

Debby smiled shyly, "I'm so silly, I can't read well, and I can't work, so I can't let the Third Master keep an invalid. I told the Third Master I wanted to do what I could and he arranged for me to come here to look after you!"

"So you're not curious about who I am?"

"My dad once told me to work for the Third Master bearing in mind the one rule, do your job and lose the excess curiosity." Debby had a proud look at the mention of her dad.

Cynthia grunted, "Making it sound like he's doing something of national importance."

Debby said seriously: "The third young master is amazing, my dad says he's a rare genius, top of his game in both brains and hands, and even if he really wasn't in the Ricci family one day he could still create a world with his bare hands. He's so powerful that the rest of their family managers have to look to him."

Unaware that she was talking too much again, she hastily covered her mouth.

Cynthia's eyes flashed, "What? He doesn't want to stay at the Ricci family? Isn't his family so powerful that all the wealth and power he's gained now is thanks to them aiding him?"

"I don't know! I don't know anything!" Debby refused to say any more, her head shaking like a rattle.

"Cut it out, I don't want to know.You can't tell me about him, so can I ask you personal questions?" Cynthia continued to set her up to her trap.

Debby nodded, which was fine, "What do you want to ask?"

At first Debby had always addressed Cynthia as 'Miss', but after spending time with her, she realised that Miss Cynthia was a paper tiger, only mean on the surface, but actually very gentle with her, so she lost the respectful words.

"Don't you usually have holidays?" Cynthia asked.

"We have holidays, two days a month." Debby held up two fingers.

Vacations were too few, that nutcase is so exploitative, Cynthia thought, but she didn't show it, she asked, "Don't you guys go out on vacation or anything? It's not very convenient for this cottage to be so far away from downtown."

Debby thought with her chin in her hand, "Liz told me there's a shuttle bus to the city, but I'm not much of a shopper, so it doesn't matter if I go or not."

Cynthia said "Oh", "Well, if you go on your next holiday, can you bring me something? The address is in the old town, a bit far from the city centre, and the kind I want is only available there, but don't worry, it's nothing suspicious, it's just paints, I want to paint." Cynthia made her plea in a sincere tone as she stared into Debby's eyes pleadingly.

Debby hesitated for a moment but agreed, "Yes I can do it for you, but why don't you ask Master Carlo for it?"

Cynthia narrowed her eyes and smiled as she lied: "I want to paint a special picture for your Master Carlo, it's a surprise and he can't know about it."

Cynthia stood up and moved her body, she was a little sleepy after Carlo had kept her up until the middle of the night last night. She was wearing a white shirt today with one button loose on the collar, the hickey on her neck leaking out.

Debby nodded in confusion, then stared at Cynthia's neck and asked, "Miss Cynthia, are there a lot of mosquitoes in your room?"

Cynthia rubbed her back, "What's wrong?"

Debby gestured to her own neck, "Then why do you have so many red spots on your neck."

Cynthia immediately covered her neck, she was now so angry she wanted to kill Carlo: "Oh, the mosquitoes did get into the room recently, you should bring more mosquito repellent water later, better spray the whole house." Better kill that disgusting mosquito, Cynthia thought viciously.

There were no electronic devices in the villa to communicate with the outside world or to keep track of dates, only the wall clock in her room to remind her of the beginning and end of each day. All she could do was talk to Debby occasionally. Then every evening she would see the man who disgusted her get out of the limousine on the balcony and lock eyes with her, then come upstairs and put a collar around her. Sometimes she wondered if Carlo was really in heat like a dog.

Too much chaos, too many days and too many nights, had disturbed Cynthia's sense of time.

One day she learns from Debby that she has been locked up for over a month.

But she waited for Debby's day to go downtown and handed her a piece of paper, telling her that if she gave this to the owner of the studio she had designated, he would help her find all the paints.

The studio that Cynthia had designated was the same Springbok Studio owned by her old friend Antonio, and I wonder if Antonio called the police to find her after he found out she was missing. She left a code word on the piece of paper that only she and Antonio knew, hoping that Antonio would recognize it and find a way to come to her rescue.

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Carlo came home and hugged her and before she could react, her body was stripped of her clothes by him.

After all these days this man's lust still terrifies her.

Cynthia was pinned to the bed by Carlo and had to pout her ass up. The man behind her wanted to used the strap-on he had just removed to tie Cynthia's hands up again to prevent her from trying to escape.Cynthia turned around and said nothing but looked at her and opened her mouth to gently take his cock.

"What's with all the initiative today baby, Ha... . ha... Gently, suck on it before you lick it."

Carlo lifted her face, she looked pitiful with tears in the corners of her eyes because of  the oral sex. She was currently taking his flesh stick in her mouth and licking it gently.

"That's right. Stay with me forever, you can't stay away from me for the past month that I know you can't." With that he pushed Cynthia down on the bed parting her legs and rubbing them together a few times before thrusting in. Cynthia was exceptionally well behaved today and Carlo was pleased. He didn't notice that the person beneath him was moaning and looking expressionlessly at the curtains on the balcony that were being swept up by the gale.

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Carlo greeted her orgasm and at the same time finished shooting his semen into her uterine cavity.