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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe weight of Niccolo’s threat still pressed down on me, a constant, suffocating reminder of the danger I was in. But despair had given way to a grim determination, a steely resolve to fight back. My escape plan, audacious and risky, was the only chance I had. And I was determined to make it work. It should work.Days bled into nights, each one a monotonous cycle of confinement, of waiting, of planning. My mind was a battlefield, a constant war between fear and determination. But my resolve remained unbroken, my spirit unbent. I would not be defeated. I would not be silenced. Instead, I would escape.One afternoon, Rico, the same henchman who had brought me food before, reappeared at my door. He carried a tray laden with food, his demeanor as stiff and uncomfortable as before. But this time, I was ready. My plan was in motion, and I would use this opportunity to my advantage. Hindi na ako magsasayang pa ng oras.“Uhm, Rico, right?” I began, my voice soft, my tone la
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CALISTA'S P. O. VHope flickered, then died. The arrival of Lyra, Niccolo’s younger sister, had initially filled me with a surge of optimism. She was beautiful, elegant, and I’d foolishly assumed she would be more empathetic, more understanding. Mukha s'yang mabait kaya siguro ako nag assume ng gano'n. But I forgot—despite her innocent look, she's the youngest daughter of a mafia lord. And a convict by eighteen. My carefully constructed vulnerability, my calculated plea for more suitable clothing, not that it is just all a facade all crumbled in the face of her icy disdain.I approached her with a smile, a carefully rehearsed expression of polite desperation. "Hi! You must be Lyra. Ang ganda ganda mo naman,” I began, my voice bright, my tone hopeful.Lyra looked at me with an expression of… hatred? "Cut the crap, witch," she snapped, her voice cold, her eyes blazing with contempt. "What do you need from me?"The ice in her voice shattered my carefully constructed façade. My caref
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CALISTA'S P. O. VRico’s return with the mini washing machine was a small victory, a subtle shift in the balance of power. Niccolo’s willingness to provide it, despite Lyra’s initial resistance, suggested a crack in his control, a chink in his armor. It was a sign, a subtle indication that my plan, however audacious, might just work. My gratitude to Rico was genuine, but my focus remained fixed on my goal: escape.Once he left, I wasted no time. My heart pounded against my ribs as I began to execute the next phase of my plan, a calculated seduction designed to manipulate Niccolo, to exploit his possessiveness, to gain his trust. The stakes were high, the risks significant, but I was determined to succeed.I started with the most intimate of my belongings, the black, lacy thongs I had been wearing since my capture. The delicate fabric, usually a symbol of my own sensuality, now served as a tool, a weapon in my arsenal. I carefully placed them in the mini washing machine, the whirring
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CALISTA'S P. O. VMy heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the rising tide of anticipation and fear. The carefully constructed seduction, the calculated risk—it all hinged on this moment. Naka lock na 'yung pinto ng kwarto ko sa labas; pero ni-lock ko pa rin 'yon sa loob. It was a small act of defiance, a subtle assertion of control. I would know who was coming, and I would be ready. Mahirap naman kasi kung mag posing posing ako ng seductive 'tapos hindi naman pala si Niccolo 'yung dumating, 'di ba? Napakalaking kahihiyan no'n. Halos antukin na ako sa sobrang tagal nang paghihintay. Until after a few minutes later, he knock came, sharp and insistent, sending a fresh wave of adrenaline surging through me. I remained silent, my breath held captive in my chest, my senses heightened, my body tense. Maraming beses at sunud sunod pa 'yung mga pagkatok. Pero hindi pa rin ako kumibo. Nakinig lang ako at naghintay. The silence stretched, the anticipation growing, th
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NICCOLO'S P. O. VA wave of apprehension washed over me as I approached Calista’s room. The locked door had been a source of unease, a nagging reminder of her resilience, her defiance. I’d half-expected to find her gone, escaped, vanished. The thought had sent a jolt of anger through me, a surge of frustration that fueled my possessiveness, my need to control her.But as I opened the door, relief washed over me, quickly replaced by a different kind of arousal. She was there, lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. But the sight of her, sprawled in a seductive pose, sent a jolt of desire through me. My oversized white longsleeves, clinging to her curves, highlighted her body, accentuating her figure. Her hair was messy, tousled, framing her face in a way that enhanced her allure. Her almost see-through body, barely concealed by the thin fabric, was a deliberate invitation.The carefully constructed vulnerability, the calculated seduction, kung pinaplano man n'yang akitin ako, one thing's
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WARNING!!! EXPLICIT / MATURED CONTENT AHEAD! READ THIS ONLY IF YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD AND / OR ABOVE. SKIP IF YOU'RE STILL A MINOR! PERO DAHIL MAKULIT KA, SIGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK NA LANG! CALISTA'S P. O. VThe initial shock of Niccolo’s aggression quickly gave way to a surprising surrender, a surprising acceptance. His touch, his kiss, his presence—they were all overwhelming, all consuming. And as he moved over me, his body pressing against mine, his passion raw and unrestrained, I found myself responding, not just strategically, but instinctively.The carefully constructed plan, the calculated seduction, the premeditated escape—it all faded into the background, replaced by a wave of intense physical sensation, a flood of overwhelming desire. My body responded instinctively, my senses heightened, my inhibitions shed. It wasn't just lust; it was something deeper, something more profound. It was a rekindling of a past intimacy, a resurgence of a forgotten connection. It was as i
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CALISTA'S P. O. VMula no'ng umalis si Niccolo at iniwan n'ya ako right after we made love, hindi na ako nakatulog pa. The aftermath of Niccolo’s departure left me reeling, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within. Shame, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal warred with a lingering sense of arousal, a surprising echo of the intimacy we had shared. I questioned everything, my actions, my motives, my sanity. Had I become as ruthless, as amoral, as the very people I sought to destroy? Had my desire for revenge consumed me, twisted me, corrupted me?The image of myself, willingly surrendering to Niccolo’s touch, haunted me. Bumalik na naman ba sa akin ang plano ko na dapat ako ang makinabang? Had everything backfired again? Or had I, in a twisted way, become complicit in my own manipulation? The line between victim and perpetrator blurred, the boundaries fading, the roles indistinguishable.The thought of stopping, of abandoning my quest for revenge, crossed my mind. The co
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CALISTA'S P. O. VI awoke to a sharp, insistent rapping on my door, a sound that jolted me from a restless sleep filled with fragmented memories of the previous night's events. My heart pounded against my ribs as I approached the door, my senses heightened, my body tense. Kinabahan din ako agad at nataranta nang maisip ko na baka si Niccolo ang kumakatok. I don't even know why I feel like this. And I hate it. I opened the door to find Rico, his usual gruff demeanor softened slightly, holding a tray of food. Pero this time, hindi s'ya mag isa. Kasama n'ya si Lyra na nakatayo sa likuran n'ya. Her expression unreadable, carrying five large paper bags.Pagkakita ko pa lang sa kanya at sa ekspresyon sa mukha n'ya, nararamdaman ko na na mukha n'ya na may mga sasabihin na naman s'yang hindi maganda. Ewan ko ba sa kanya kung anong trip n'ya sa buhay. Balak n'ya yatang sagarin 'yung pasensya ko for what? Para saan? Rico placed the food down. Pagkalapag n'ya ng pagkain sa bedside table, tum
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