never too safe.

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All of Isabella's sobbing did little to nothing at all to Matteo as he looked down at her like she was filth under his shoe. Like he had just stepped in dog shit in his new five thousand dollar one of a kind shoes. Nothing was worst then going against Matteo.

Reaching out, Matteo ripped the phone from her hands and tossed it across the room. "Fire a warning shot," Matteo said loud enough so that Isabella could hear his words. Not an ounce of emotion escaping from him, his eyes were focused on Isabella as he spoke. Wanting to gage her reaction to everything.

"See what happens when people don't listen to me?" Matteo asked, his tone neutral as he kept his dark staring eyes on her."They get hurt." He said, not needing to look to see that Richard was not holding a injured shoulder and probably ducking behind some furniture for safety. Probably ready to call for help as well if Matteo allowed for him to.

"Want to go against me again?" Matteo asked as he stood up and walked to where he had thrown her phone. Only instead of giving it to Isabella, he pocketed it. "We can try again later." He told her, not waiting for her to say anything else to him as he turned to leave the room. "Think about how you'd like to end things with him." Matteo said, and then left the living room to give the girl some time alone, to watch the screen of her fiance as he cowered like a child.

"What?!" Isabelle croaked, her panic rising as her phone was thrown across the room. She spun back around toward the television, the color draining from her features as she was forced to watch her fiance crumble to the ground. She screamed, launching to her feet as if she had any sort of chance at going to help Richard. Her breathes were coming in sharp and ragged as she watched Richard hide behind furniture, feeling like her knees were going to give out beneath her.

She could barely even bring herself to shake her head at his question, her attention focused solely on her fiance on the screen. Isabelle flinched as she hit the couch cushion, letting out a sharp sob as she pulled her knees to her chest. She was regretting it now. The thought of Richard being shot because she couldn't handle losing him? Because she was being selfish?

Isabelle openly cried, pulling her knees to her chest as she hung her head. She was shaking and sobbing, clearly upset as men moved around the room. She dreaded when Matteo would come back because she was sure he was going to force her hand and all she wanted was to find Richar and comfort him. Not break up with him. LIke she was going to be forced to do.

@ castle.
It was no more than an hour later when Matteo came back to the living room. A plate in his right hand containing a sandwich and a glass of water in his other hand. Walking over to where Isabella was, Matteo placed the two things onto the coffee table and then stepped back. "Eat." He commanded as he pointed towards the plate and glass, treating her like a dog.

Then, Matteo crossed his arms over his chest as he tilted his head as he watched Isabella. "I think you need more insight to everything." Matteo said as he then moved to sit on the other couch, positioning his body so that he was facing her.

"I am a mafia boss, your fiance, the bastard that he is. Went against my men and is trying to take them down, and that is a big no-no." Matteo said, and waved his finger back and forth as if he was talking to a child. "You my dear, are now going to be how I get back at that bastard." He said as he pulled out a syringe and placed it on the table. "Now, we can do things the hard way, or the easy way." He said as he sat back in his seat, his arms crossing over his chest in the process.

Isabelle had managed to calm down by the time that Matteo returned, her legs pulled up to her chest and her face buried in her knees. She was still shaking slightly, feeling completely exhausted. The television had been turned off before she saw what happened to Richard but she prayed that he had managed to get help. The thought of him bleeding out sent absolute panic right through her core. She wanted to start crying all over again at the mere prospect of it.

She stiffened when Matteo appeared, lifting her head slowly. Isabelle went to shake her head, having no appetite at all before the jarring reaction hit her. That she wasn't going to be able to tell Matteo no because she didn't want something worse happening to Richard. Swallowing, Isabelle stared to straighten out. She turned toward the plate, refusing to look up at him as she forced herself to take a bite from it.

She listened wordlessly, not saying a thing even as he produced the syringe. Isabelle gulped, pressing back against the couch with ehr eyes trained on it. "I-I.. I'll do what you want," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. Isabelle forced herself to take another bite from the sandwich before she set it on the plate. She took a sip of her water before lowering her gaze. She frowned slightly, glancing up to him briefly before she dropped her head again. "I don't understand how me.. breaking things off does anything though. Like, how does it help you?"

@ castle.
It was nice to see Isabella starting to eat. It meant that he got into her head. That he had managed to slowly develop cracks in her mind. That soon, Matteo could tell her to do something and she'll listen to him without any sort of rebelling.

"It doesn't help me," Matteo said honestly, then shrugged his shoulders like it wasn't a big deal. "It's all about breaking him, tearing him apart piece by piece," Matteo said as he reached out and used his thumb to brush some crumbs off of her cheek. A small smirk playing across Matteo's lips.

"Now, finish eating. You haven't eaten in over twenty-four hours. You'll get sick if you go much longer." Matteo said and motioned for her to continue to eat before he asked her to once again call her man and break up with him. Then, Matteo could start breaking her a little more. Chip away at her humanity before making her his perfect little pet. One that he could use to rub in Richards's face.

Isabelle felt more and more sick to her stomach the more that Matteo continued about his little plan. She opened her mouth to argue with him, to attempt to reason before she remembered all too quickly what would happen if she did that. The last time that she had tried to reason with Matteo, her fiance had been shot. At least if she called him and broke things off with him, he would still be alive. He could be happy and healthy with someone else. Right? God, the thought made jealousy course through her but she wouldn't dare say that. She flinched when Matteo brushed crumbs from her cheek but did nothing else, what else could she even do?

She reached out, forcing herself to continue eating the sandwich that had been given to her. Each bite that she took felt more and more like torture because she had to actively think about what she was doing. It wasn't just about eating, it was about not disobeying Matteo because she didn't know what he would do next. Because she didn't want to find out.

Taking the phone tentatively from Matteo's hands, she dragged in a deep breathe before dialing Richard's numbers. Isabelle closed her eyes tightly as she listened to the ringing - not the least bit surprised when he picked up by the third ring.

"Shh. It doesn't.. It doesn't matter," she croaked when Richad finally answered her. "I... we're through. I don't.. I can't explain it. BUt we're done," Isabelle rushed out, realizing this just might be the last time she gets to speak to Richard. Even with Matteo listening in, she knew she had to tell him something. "I need you to be happy with someone else, Richard. Please. Don't let this break you, baby... I-I.." she bit back a sob, clenching her fist. "Promise me."

@ castle.
A satisfied smirk played across Matteo's lips as he watched Isabella finish her food and then grab her phone. His dark eyes focused on the young girl the whole time. making sure that she did exactly what he had wanted from her. That she didn't make a stupid mistake.

Reaching out, Matteo took the phone from Isabella. A dark grin appearing on his lips as he stood up and walked away from the distraught woman. "Richard, my man. Long-time, buddy." Matteo said, sounding like an old friend on the phone. "What? Who am I? Ah, don't worry about that. Just know that your ex will be well taken care of." He said into the phone, glancing over his shoulder at Isabella as he spoke.

"Oh, such language. No wonder she wanted to get rid of you." Matteo said and made some ticking sounds. "Well then, I guess we can say this is the start." He said, and then hung up on Richard. Then, Matteo walked over towards Isabella and grabbed her water. Matteo dropped her phone in the glass, destroying the battery. "Good girl." He said as he sent the girl a smirk.

Isabelle tried to reach out to stop Matteo from taking her phone. She pushed to her feet, shaking her head when he started to walk away. “P-Please.. don’t!” She tried to reason, her hands hanging limply in front of her. She wanted to smack the phone out of his hands - tell him to stop talking to Richard but she had already learned the lesson.

Her bottom lip wobbled as Matteo spoke to her ex fiancé. Well taken care of? She didn’t know what it meant but she was sure that whatever he had in mind wasn’t going to be pleasant to her. She let out a shaky breathe, hanging her head as a few tears escaped.

Isabelle dropped back to the couch, letting out a noise of protest as she watched her phone drop into the water. How would Richard track her now? Had they even tried yet? Would Richard even try now that she’d Broken up with him and Matteo had spoken to him?

“I hate you,” she hissed, knowing full well that it was probably a mistake but still, Isabelle felt like she needed to make it known. At least this once.

@ castle.
Glancing towards Isabella once the deed was done, a small smirk played across his lips. "Is that the worst that you can say to me?" Matteo asked as he set the glass of water on the coffee table and stalked towards Isabella.

Raising his hands, Matteo pushed Isabella backward onto the couch and climbed on top of her. His hands staying on her shoulders as he situated himself between her legs. "I can do so much more to you, mentally and physically. The fact that you've already started to crack proves to me how weak you are." He told her as he watched her expression change in front of him.

A small smirk still played across his lips as he eyed her. "I can be so much more to you than just a man Isabella, and I will show you exactly that." He said as he stood up and grabbed her wrists as he pulled her up. Then, he started to pull her towards his bedroom, tossing her onto the bed.

Isabelle's breathe caught in the back of her throat as Matteo moved toward her. She tensed, backing as far away from him as she could. Until her back hit the couch behind her. Her eyes widened, fear shooting through her at his words. Her lips parted as she let out a small whimper. She felt so small and delicate beneath Matteo. She didn't like feeling so weak.

"W-What?!" She cried out, her body going rigid as Matteo pulled her to her feet. It was becoming more and more evident what Matteo had planned for her and the realization was enough to turn her stomach. "N-No. God. Please, please," she begged, stumbling after him, into his bedroom. She screamed as she was thrown on the bed. She pushed herself as far from him as she could, frantic to put as much space between them as she could.

"D-Don't. Don't. Please. Stop. Y-You don't have to do this!" Isabelle cried, flailing and kicking out as much as she could to try and protect herself. "No!"

@ castle.
Standing at the edge of the bed, Matteo just crossed his arms. Amusement dancing along with his eyes as he watched Isabella acting out. Flailing like a little fish out of the water, gasping for breath underneath the water. Wanting to do anything in its power to survive in this cruel world that they lived in.

"What do you think I'm going to do to you, Isabella?" Matteo asked as soon as Isabella calmed down enough to understand human words once more. "What's running through that pretty little head of yours?" His head tilted to the side as he examined the young girl on his King-sized bed, pretty much begging for him to take her.

Slowly, Matteo reached forward and grabbed onto her bound wrists. He forced her to sit up in the middle of the bed. "Speak girl, I don't have all day," Matteo told her. Growing impatient as he waited to hear every dirty little thought that ran through her mind.

"No," Isabelle whimpered when Matteo asked what she thought he was going to do. She wanted no part in whatever he was thinking about but she realized that there was no where that she could go. There was nothing that she could do to stop him if he wanted to fuck her. She held back a sob as he reached out to grab her arms. "P-Please. Please no. Please. I-I.. I don't.." she trailed off, whimpering as he pulled her up.

Isabelle pulled her legs up, trying as hard as she could to get away from him. "P-Please.. Please don't touch me," she begged. Isabelle's heart was racing as she sat in front of him. She wanted to reach out and touch him, do anything she could to reason with him. But she remembered what had happened the last time that she had touched him without him giving her permission.

"I-I.. I can't.." Isabelle fell silent for a moment, suddenly remembering something that she had been told before. That she had read was supposed to help her in a situation like this. "I'm pregnant. Please. Y-You can't do this!"

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An arch of the eyebrow was Matteo's only response to hearing this supposed news from Isabella. That was one of the oldest tricks in the books, and he would be a damn fool if he fell for a simple little trick like that. "Cute." Was all that Matteo said as he leaned over her once more and grasped onto her hands as he held her still.

"I know every little detail about you Isabella, there isn't a thing that's a secret." He told her, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know your shoe size, your bra size, hell I know your pant size and what sort of birth control you're on," Matteo told her, his voice calm as he spoke to her as he climbed on top of her.

"Playing that game isn't going to help you in the least bit." He told her, smirking as he watched her. Craving to watch her break just a tiny bit more. He wanted to totally break her and then rebuild her. It just sucked that it took so long to do so.

The hair on the back of Isabelle's neck rose when Matteo whispered to her. Her eyes locked on his and her breathe caught as she whimpered. She squirmed as he straddled her, trying in any way that she could to push herself out from under him. "Please, sir," she begged, slumping against the mattress. She let out a sob, her fingers gripping her shirt tightly.

She had no doubts about what Matteo planned to do to her and she realized that she couldn't fight him off. Compared to Matteo, she was weak. Isabelle was only a bit over five foot - she was nearly a whole foot beneath him. "P-Please. Can I.. I c-can't... I can't. Please. Y-you can't.." she was stumbling over her words as if it meant anything at all.

She knew that she wasn't making sense. She could hardly form a proper thought. "Please. Don't hurt me."

@ castle.
Slowly, Matteo started to make quiet shushing sounds as he watched her. His right hand reached out and started to run through her hair in a soothing motion. "Just relax Isabella, just relax and give in to me. It'll make everything so much better for you. Trust me." He told her, as he allowed for the tops of his fingers to trail over her cheek.

A small hum escaped from Matteo as he moved to untie her wrists and then pinned them above her head. "Just imagine that I'm your dearest Richard, alright?" Matteo said quietly into her ear as he leaned forward. Then, he shifted both of her hands into one of his, allowing for his free hand to roam down her side slowly and then slip under her shirt at a slow pace.

Once again, Matteo shushed Isabella as he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her forehead as he allowed for his fingers to trace over her soft skin. A small grin appearing on his lips as he felt her body shivering under his touch. "Hmm, someone's secretly enjoying this," Matteo said quietly as he leaned down and placed a small kiss to her cheek. "You like being dominated, don't you?" He asked, raising a little so that he could look her in the eyes. "Tell me, Isabella, tell me that you like it."

Isabelle whimpered as Matteo ran his hand down her hair. She flinched, wanting nothing more than to disappear. She didn't want Matteo touching her for any reason, let alone for what she knew was coming. Her bottom lip trembled for a moment before she let out a sharp sob. "P-Please," she tried again, shivering as Matteo pinned her beneath his grip. She squirmed, his words making her stomach turn. "Please.. don't."

Screwing her eyes shut, Isabelle held her breathe as he kissed her forehead. She shivered as his fingers brushed against her skin. Her shoulders pulled together. She turned away from him, pressing her cheek into the mattress as she tried to push as far from him as she could which amounted to nothing more than a bit of squirming.

Isabelle shook her head a bit more insistently at his question. "I-I'm.. scared," she bit out. It was the truth and it was completely humiliating to admit to but at least it was the truth. And at least she wasn't bowing to his demands and admitting she was enjoying what he was doing to her. "You're a monster," she hissed between gritted teeth. "I don't want any part of this!"

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Stopping in his movements, Matteo blinked as he looked down at her. He was no expecting to hear tell him that she was scared. Scared of what exactly, fucking or of being taken advantage of? He wasn't sure, but he wanted to find out. After punishing her for calling him a monster.

"You stupid little bitch, do you really think that I'm a monster for trying to take care of you?" Matteo asked as he pulled his free hand back and was quick to land a slap across her cheek. "A monster would do whatever he wanted with you." He continued as he moved his free hand and yanked down her pants and underwear. "A monster wouldn't care if you were scared. Hell, he'd embrace it." Matteo said as he slid his hand between her legs to where her folds are.

"You want a monster, Isabella. I was going to be sweet to you, but that's clearly not what you want." Matteo spread her folds with his fingers and started to rub her little clit. "I'm a savage, You might be scared, but I'm hungry and ready to devour."

Isabelle yelped as she was slapped, arching off of the mattress as tears welled in her eyes. She whined, trying to pull her arms free from his grasp but it didn't seem to be possible. No matter how hard she pulled on her arms and how she twisted, Matteo's grip was concrete. She kicked her feet when Matteo yanked her pants down, trying to catch him with a good kick but he'd settled between her legs before she could be successful.

"Please. Please, no," Isabelle whined as his hand slid between her thighs. Her eyes widened, her lips parting as she let out a strangled cry. "Stop!" She cried, her voice hoarse as she screamed. "Help! Somebody, please!" She cried as loud as she could, as if someone would even come to her rescue. Isabelle had a feeling that it was useless but she had to try.

Isabelle tried to close her thighs, biting down on her bottom lip as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. She held back a sob, trying to scoot herself backward so that she could twist herself away from him. "Get off of me!"

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A dark chuckle escaped from Matteo as he listened to Isabella's pleading. His fingers not stopping in their movements as he heard her begs. "You have no idea how this works do you?" Matteo asked as he leaned forward slightly so that she had to look up towards him.

"I am the one in charge. You are not. You have no control over what I do or don't do to you." Matteo explained as he moved back to a sitting position. "Don't make me break out the toys." Matteo threatened, a small smirk playing along his lips. "I don't know how you'd like having a clamp on your little clit." He teased as he pinched her sensitive little nub.

Then, Matteo leaned forward and brushed his lips against the crest of her ear as he whispered into her ear. "Although, I feel like you could rock clamps amazingly." Then he gently nipped her ear before chuckling softly.
The idea of Isabella with metal digging into her skin was so hot. He could just imagine all of the things he could do while she was withering under his control on the metal.

Isabelle whimpered as she was forced to look up to him. She swallowed thickly, her eyes locked on his despite herself. She didn't need Matteo to tell him it, she knew he was in charge but that killed her. It killed her to know that there was nowhere that she could do and nothing she could do to stop him. She shivered as his fingers continued to work, only to yelp as he pinched herclit. She whined, shaking her head as Matteo leaned closer to her.

"N-No. Please... I.. I-I don't like.." she stumbled over her words when she realized that telling Matteo that there was something that she didn't like probably wasn't the best idea. That Matteo could use it against her. She had no doubt that he would.

Isabelle felt her cheeks flush as she realized that there was really only one way out of this. Her body was responding to his touch, she could feel herself getting wet. "P-Please.. j-just.. don't hurt me," she whispered, hoping that she could just get through this by laying there and trying to distract herself from anything that Matteo did to her.