Dirty Love

Last night was a mistake. They should have never trusted that hot Italian guy that they met at the cafe' earlier that morning. He seemed fishy to Arlow from the beginning. Especially since he kept eyeing Laura like she was a piece of meat and she was eating it up. At the time, Arlow felt like what she was feeling was her protectiveness for her friends taking over. Ever since Zayla was killed by a guy she was supposed to go out with, Arlow's been on high alert. It may have been a random chance accounter, but you can never tell who's really mentally unstable, Still, though, It couldn't of hurt them all to be more careful, right? Especially in a foreign country. Although, it seemed like that sort of worry wasn't on any of the girls' minds as they agreed to this, Andre's invited to a party at a clue that he goes to often. Saying he could sneak them in.

That should have been a red flag for everyone, except it wasn't. It was only her. Arlow was the only one who felt a little uneasy going to a party at a blue. First of all, they were all eighteen, they weren't old enough to drink at home much less here. It was stupid to try and sneak into a club in another country. They could get into so much trouble. But, not wanting to be a party pooper, Arlow agreed anyways. These were the girls that Zayla introduced her to on her first day of middle school, she owed it to them all to a good time after all the hurt they've been through this year.

An so, that night. Dressed up in what Becky described as sexy attire they headed to the club. Laura, dressed in a low cut little black sparkly dress that had a push-up bra in it. Becky wore her favorite designer dress that her mother bought for her last summer on her trip to Paris for the summer fashion show. An Arlow, she had dressed casually, yet not. She wore skinny jeans to make her short stature look taller, her top was black, but it had an open back with threads of black lace holding it together. Allowing for those who looked to see the strap of her dark purple bra. Not to mention she wore shows that made her four foot ten height look like a normal height person. Giving her an amazing three inches.

Walking to the club was the stupidest idea the girls had, but they didn't want their fathers to know that they were going out so late. To say that Arlow, Laura's and Becky's feet were going to kill them in the morning would be an understatement. Inside of the club was quite an amazing sight to the three young girls, who lied to the guy who snuck them in about their ages. The place was dark, only a couple of flashing lights lit the place, but it was enough for people to see. There were girls dancing in cages connected to the second floor of the place where the VIP booths were kept. Each of the girls was clad in barely anything, but they move well to the beat, giving the impression that they were professional dancers and not some druggies. To the right of the club was a long bar of dark wood that seemed to be polished because it sparkled slightly when a light dusted against it. A couple of dark stools lined against the bar so people could sit and drink. Then, the main part of the club was a dance floor. It was mostly black, but where ever people danced, colors appeared and changed according to the type of music that was playing.

Then, on the left side of the club was the door that the girls snuck into the club through. Right under a staircase that led to the VIP section of the club. A being the protective one that she was, Arlow was the only one who looked up when they made it onto the dance floor to make their way to the bar. That was when she first laid eyes on a dark-eyed man. His mere stare sent all of the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. The bad news was written all over him, and Arlow quickly looked away. Her cheeks flames a fierce red because she had locked eyes with him for at least a couple of seconds and he was staring right back at her.

She tried, Arlow tried to ignore what had happened when they just got into the club. She tried to have fun with her friends, She tried, but she just couldn't. She couldn't forget about those dark eyes of the man upstairs. Not when every time she looked up, she saw him, watching her. Studying her like she was some sort of animal. It broke her friend's hearts, but, after barely two hours being at the club she told them that they needed to leave. She wasn't feeling well, and even though Laura tried to argue that Arlow was a big girl and could walk home alone, Becky was the one who stepped in for Arlow. Which was rare, and reminded Laura that they came together so they should stick together.

It wasn't till they started to make their way to the door they entered from again, did their supposed friend reappear after disappearing in the crowd earlier. Although, Arlow was pretty sure she had seen him at one point with the scary guy upstairs a couple of moments ago. He was flanked by a couple of other guys, dressed in suits that looked tailored to them. The guy who got them in, and Arlow, unfortunately, forgot the name of, asked where the girls were going. Saying things like the party was just getting started and that they should stay for a bit longer. "Unfortunately, I'm not feeling well." Arlow had told the guy and moved to walk past him when he grabbed her wrist roughly and held it up. "Ah, but the party's just starting." He tried to argue once more. "An, I said I don't feel well," Arlow repeated, trying to pull her wrist free. Behind her, the men who were with the guy grabbed onto Laura and Becky.

Then, with a swift movement, the club invite guy swirled Arlow around. Pressing her back against his chest with the arm that was still holding her wrist. His free hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle of some sort. "W-what are you doing?!?" Arlow mumbled in surprise at the sight of the needle. Her whole body froze for a moment before she started to struggle, trying to get away from it as he brought it close to her and stuck it into her neck. Then, the world started to go black and the last thing that Arlow could ear was the man holding her speaking. "He'll take care of you from here, I hope you don't cause as much trouble for him as you did for me."

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"Andre." Arlow's eyes flew open as the name popped into her head. Her lips parting as she gasped and shot up in the bed she was just laying in. Panic started to set in as Arlow looked around, this room wasn't her hotel room. No, the light off cream-colored walls, the white carpet, and bedsheets. The splash of color of the couch under the bay window on the right of the room weren't familiar to her. "Where am I?" Arlow mumbled quietly as she looked around once more. Then, she looked down and flinched. Someone had changed her into her PJs. Not someone else's, hers.

Narrowing her eyes in even more confusion, Arlow slowly got out of bed. The white plush carpet allowing little to no sound to fill the room as she stood up. Moving towards the large window that was in the room, Arlow couldn't help the look of surprise as she looked out at the front of the house. "Something tells me this isn't a Marriot Hotel," Arlow mumbled quietly as she slowly backed away from the window and then headed towards the closet. If someone changed her into her own PJ's, then what about her clothing? Grabbing onto the cool silver metal of the closet handles, Arlow pulled the double doors open and stumbled back at what she saw. Her shirts, and dress, hung up nice and neatly. "Oh my god." She mumbled quietly, then reached into the closet to quickly grab something to change into. Even going to the dresser in the room and grabbing one of the pairs of shorts that she owned. How her things got put away in this room is beyond her. They were staying at a hotel, a secure hotel, not just anyone could get into it, much less their rooms.

Once changed, Arlow moved towards the door. A pair of flip flops dangled in her hands, too afraid to put them on in case they caused sound and made whoever kidnapped her aware of her location. To Arlow's surprise, the door was unlocked. Stepping out into the hall, it seemed to stretch on for miles. The walls were covered in beautiful artwork and statues sat on pedestals, telling Arlow that whoever the person who owned this estate, was loaded.

Finally, Arlow found the stairs and started to quietly walk down them. Her pare feet still making little to no sound. Except for the small creak of the last step before she was on the main level of the estate. The sound caused the young girl to flinch, but thankfully, nothing seemed to come flying her way. No boobie trap was sprung at the sound. A couple of moments later, Arlow relaxed enough to look around. Not sure what way to go, she turned towards her right and walked down the hall. "A small gasp escaped from her lips at the sight that met her as she walked into what appeared to be the living room of the estate. A wall of windows that led out to the patio and an amazing view.

"Ah, Miss you're awake." A voice said to Arlow's right, and causing her to jump in surprise. Turning towards the voice, Arlow was met with the sight of an older woman. Her hair was a beautiful blonde, although she could clearly see some grey hair mixed in. She was also slightly plump, but Arlow wasn't one to judge people. "Breakfast is ready. Come, come. The master will be pleased to know you've decided to join him for breakfast." The older woman blabbed, moving towards Arlow and placing her hands lightly on her back as she pushed her towards the kitchen. Talking continuously the whole time.

The man glanced down at his wristwatch, glancing at the time. He was growing antsy, having never been much of a patient man. Especially not when something was within his reach. What he wanted was just upstairs in his house but he was forcing himself to be patient and wait. Luciano knew that doing so would give him a better outcome but it didn't change the fact that he hated having to resort to this.

A sigh passed the man's lip and his head slowly tilted to look out of the window, out towards the scene of the sky. His legs were crossed lazily and his foot was now bouncing, a mechanism that allowed Luciano to calm down during such situations as these. Though he knew that it should be any minute now. Soon the girl would be able to wake up and there was no doubt in him that she would wander the house. Either out of curiosity or in hopes of escape. Luciano did not care which one it was as long as she was caught and brought to him.

With that thought replaying in his mind, the doors to the dining room opened. Luciano raised his head, looking expectingly and when he saw the woman being lead-in, a grin took over his face.

"Thank you for escorting our guest into the dining room," His voice was deep, welcoming but there was still an air of command in his voice. He motioned for the maid to leave, expecting her to tell the others to bring in breakfast. Though he then moved onto his feet and headed over to the young beauty. He gently laid his hand on her forearm, but the grip turned firm as he led her over to the table, not wanting to hurt her nor give her an option to slip away. "Breakfast will be brought out in a few moments. I am sure that you are starving."

Once at her chair, Luciano let go of her for a moment as he pulled it out. He then, once again, took her forearm and led her to sit down before pushing the chair in. "The chefs are excellent here so you will be in for a treat."

Turning, Luciano headed to his seat at the head of the table, whereas Arlow was sitting to his right. He sat down and continued on. "Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Luciano De'Marco. I am the owner of this home."

@ FallenHope95

@ BearGirl
This estate seemed to be even bigger then what she had originally thought. Just on the main level, Arlow saw two other servants of some sort walking past. As well as other rooms that looked like living rooms, offices, and a library. And those were only a few that she had passed on the way to the dining room. Who knows what else could be in this place. It was huge. Way bigger than her, or any of her friend's houses back home in America.

Then, as they entered the dining room that the servant mentioned, Arlow froze. Why didn't she run at the mentioned of someone waiting for her? Why didn't she question who they were? Why she was here? Why did she let this older woman just run her mouth? Because now, she was left frozen as she locked eyes with the man who was staring at her last night at that club. The one who kept giving her chills. The one she wanted to run away from. Was here, sitting at the dining room table. Waiting for her.

As the man started to speak, Arlow could feel the hair on the back of her neck raise slightly. The command that this man held by just speaking made the young girl nervous. So nervous in fact that Arlow couldn't even back away when he approached her and grabbed onto her arm like a misbehaving child and led her towards the table. His words moving in one ear and out the other. What the hell was happening?

Once sitting down, Arlow kept her gaze lowered to the table. Listening to the man who was speaking, but not giving him the satisfaction of having her attention on him. At least, until he mentioned his name. De Marco, the last name sounded familiar. It sounded like one of her father's overseas business partners. He didn't have very many partners, as his company was still building, which was why she was considered poor by the standard of her peers at the Private Schools she attended for middle and high school.

"Why am I here?" Changing the topic, clearing her thoughts. This wasn't the time for Arlow to be wondering why this man's name sounded familiar to her. Surely, there are thousands of people with the last name De Marco. Right? It was probably just some coincidence, she was in Italy after all. Even though she didn't know anything about the culture, surely it was a popular last name, right? "Why am I here?"

The smell of food hit Arlow like a ton of bricks. Her gaze momentarily shifted towards the open doorway where maids were bringing in what looked like a feast. A breakfast casserole, pancakes, waffles, biscuits and gravy, bacon, and a jug of orange juice. That was a lot of food. Pursing her lips together, Arlow glanced towards the man, Luciano. He was quite a big guy, at least six feet or more and he seemed like he had a muscular build. Surely, this guy could knock down this feast easily.

Sitting back in her seat slightly as the maids placed the food on the table and filled their glasses with juice. Arlow lowered her gaze once more to her lap before raising her right hand and rubbing her eyes with her pointer finger and thumb. "What have I gotten myself into." She mumbled quietly, trying to not think about how hollow her stomach felt. The man was right, she was starving, but she very well couldn't just eat. She needed to find out what was going on, where her friends were if they were all right. Then, it was as if a jolt of lightning was shot through Arlow and she pulled her arm away from her eyes and looked towards the terrifying man. "My friends, where are they? What did you do to them?" She blurted out, not caring if he was midsentence or not.

@ FallenHope95

A bit of a smile came over Luciano's face at the girl's question. It appeared as though she wanted to get right to the point. It was not something that he minded, in fact, he found it rather pleasing to know that she didn't want to mess around. Perhaps this would be a good sign for him that perhaps Arlow would be the determined, 'let's get shit done' type. Or maybe she just didn't like not knowing what was going on. Either way, time would tell.

"You are here because your father owes me a lot of money. So I am going to keep you until he pays me ten-fold what he owes me. So, essentially, I am holding you for ransom." Luciano told her buntly, deciding to get straight to the point. He motioned at her to start grabbing some of the food that was on the plate. "Please, eat it before it goes cold."

With that said, the man started to fill up his own plate full of food before setting it back down in front of himself. He started to eat, though he did so with grace and class, not shoving food in like some great beast. "There is no need for you to worry about your friends as long as you plan on not causing any trouble. Do as I say and everything, including your friends, will be fine."

Luciano wasn't too bothered about her friends. He knew where they were and they were currently safe. But what would happen to them depended on Arlow. Also, he didn't feel the need to tell her more than he wanted. There were other things that the young woman did not know about yet that he wanted her to concern herself with. "Now, no more questions until after breakfast. There are some things for us to go through afterward. Now don't cause a fuss."

@ BearGirl
Looking up at Luciano as he spoke, Arlow couldn't help but purse her lips. Her eyes narrowing slightly. She wasn't a fan of how bluntly he was speaking about all of this. Like this was all a normal conversation to have over breakfast. Shifting her gaze away, Arlow felt her stomach grumble once more as he told her to eat before it got cold. Damn, this was all done weird.

Getting the feeling that she couldn't get anything else out of him, Arlow listened to his advice. She got a couple of small scoops of fresh fruit onto her plate, as well as a small serving of the breakfast casserole. Her fork pushed the food around on her plate, making light scraping sounds as she nibbled on the food. Trying to not think about how she was being held for ransom and her kidnapper was making her eat breakfast with him before talking more to her.

After a couple of moments of silence, and eating most of her small helpings slowly. Arlow glanced towards Luciano, seeing that he was mostly done eating as well."So how-." Arlow paused as she picked up her fork, using it to roll the last grape on her plate around in circles. "Did my dad end up owing you money? He's just a businessman, surely you must have missed some fine line or something." Arlow stabbed the grape with her fork and brought it to her lips. Sucking the leaking juice off of the metal fork as she pulled it off. Arlow chewed and tried to figure things out as she listened quietly.

"If I am being held for ransom, aren't I supposed to be tied up or in a dungeon?" Arlow's bright blue eyes glanced up towards Luciano. "You know, with the huge burly guards that smell and are usually too drunk to know what day it is." She was being a little sarcastic with that bit. Her vast books about kidnappings and then being rescued by a dashing Prince whose one goal in life was to win over the girls. Surely, Arlow didn't have a Prince trying to save her, but she'd settle for a cute detective.

Sitting quietly in her seat, Arlow pursed her lips as she listened to Luciano. Her mind trying to decipher everything that's going on. "Are you planning to cut off my limbs and then them to my dad piece by piece until he agrees to pay you?" She asked, resting an elbow on the table, leaning forward slightly Arlow rested her chin in her hand as she listened to the older man. "Or, did you plant drugs in the food that will make me pass out, or hallucinate? Then you could send weird creepy photo's to taunt my dad." Wait, he also ate the food that was on the table for them. Arlow wrinkled her nose. Maybe he ate it to throw her off the track of something being planted in the food and had taken the antidote before eating? Damn, she needed to stop watching crime shows so often. This wasn't the time to think about that sort of stuff, she needed a clear mind to try and get as much info as she can if she wants to go home.

(Just so you know, I edited my post. I feel like it goes better than the original.)

@ FallenHope95

Luciano let out a chuckle. "Do I look like the type of man who doesn't have a team of lawyers reading every goddamn contract I have?" He said before motioning to his house. "The best lawyers, I might add and they have plenty of reasons to read the fine print. Your father is a businessman but he is also a crook. We made an agreement long ago and part of it included a rather large loan that I gave him and he never paid back. I wouldn't be surprised he is in trouble with others but I don't care about that. But there is a reason he doesn't come to Italy anymore and it's me."

With his plate now empty, Luciano pushed it to the side and leaned back into his seat. His eyes glanced over at her with amusement before shaking his head. "Don't you have a lot of ideas on how a ransom goes. Are you trying to give me ideas or something kid?" He looked her up and down for a few moments before continuing on. "You're too pretty to be tied up in a dungeon somewhere. I don't need a bunch of burly men to keep you to stay. As for convincing your father to pay me, I have other ideas that don't involve cutting you up."

Standing up from the table, Luciano motioned to Arlow for her to follow him. "My deal for you is very simple. If you are good and do as I say, nothing will happen to you. You will be able to roam the house as you wish and be comfortable. There will be nothing for you to fear either. And then once your father sends me the money he owes me, you will be brought home safe and traumatized. You could even consider it a nice, long vacation in a mansion in Italy. There is plenty to do here and I am sure you can find some enjoyment out of it."

Luciano moved along the first floor of the house, eventually stopping in a study. It was not an official office but it looked like the kind of place where business deals could be held. He motioned for Arlow to sit down in one of the chairs before he went behind the desk and started to open the safe on the wall. "I will warn you, however, I am not a patient or merciful man. Disobedience is not something that I will allow and, if you cause trouble for me, do not listen to me, try to escape or do anything you shouldn't. The punishment shall be harsh."

@ BearGirl
To be honest, Arlow thought she was being smart. She thought she was poking holes in Luciano's whole scheme of things. Her dad was a good guy, he always kept his promise to the best of his abilities. She couldn't remember a time where he outright lied to her. Well, besides about Santa and the tooth fairy, but those were both things to keep her innocent for as long as possible.

Slowly, Arlow's lips turned into a deep frown. Her arms crossing over her chest as she saw the way that the man at the head of the table looked at her. "Preferably not." Arlow murmured quietly, getting a little more nervous then before as he kept speaking, As if this was all something that he'd done before, and that thought alone, kinda scared Arlow.

When motioned to follow, Arlow hesitated for a moment. Luciano's back was turned to her. She had the opportunity to run, she had an idea where the front door was. Although the question was rather he would catch her before she made it to the front door before him or not. He was taller, and could very well be faster than her. Also, there could be guards at the door, armed and ready to shoot her at a moment's notice. Did Luciano also have a gun? Not wanting to find out, Arlow pursed her lips and slowly followed the older Italian man. Keeping a couple of steps behind him for safety.

Glancing around as they walked, Arlow look in the layout of the first floor. The beautiful artwork was hung up on the wall. The wooden floors were all shined to perfection, not to mention that the place gave off the air of royalty and wealth. "That sounds too good to be true." Arlow murmured quietly as she stopped in the doorway to the office. Her bright blue eyes looked around carefully. Taking in the large bookshelf that was on the right side of the wall, to the two chairs that were in front of the official-looking desk.

"What if I disagree?" Arlow asked as she walked towards the chair, every step she took seeming slower and slower as she moved. Eyeing Luciano as if he was going to turn around and shoot her at any moment. "I'm not dumb enough to say that, that sounds perfect. Sign me up." Arlow's bright eyes glanced towards the safe as she leaned back in the chair. One leg resting over the other one as she sat in a respectable woman sort of position. "What sort of things do you want from me? What would you tell me to do?" She asked, her arms crossing and resting in her lap. Her fingers fidgeting as she tried to control her nerves. Certainly, he wouldn't just be asking her to join him for meals, would he? He couldn't be that sad and lonely.

@ FallenHope95

"Quite frankly dear, that is for me to decide on a whim. I'll make you do whatever I want, whenever I feel like it. There is no limit from what I will ask you to do. Though who knows if I will ask you to do anything outside of not causing me trouble and staying here like a good girl until your father finally decides to pick you up. But that is beside the point. You have a decision to make. Either you are going to listen to what I say and have a pleasant time here or I am going to start to truly treat you like a hostage. And I have much worse ideas in my head to torture you than the ones you so kindly described to me during dinner."

With a click, the safe opened and Luci pulled out a cherry wood box. It wasn't all that large but he handled it with care as he pulled it out and closed the safe again. He set the box down on the desk, closer to him. "And I will still get what I want from you either way. So either I can torment you beg to listen to my instructions or you can have what this house has to offer and be much more comfortable. This is my offer to you. Oh, and unlike your father, I actually keep my promises." A bit of a smirk came over his face as he said that.

Luci glanced down at his watch before sitting down in the chair and leaning back to relax. "I will give you a minute to mull it over. Though I feel as though you shouldn't need all of that time to decide if you want to be tortured by me...unless you're into that sort of thing." The smirk on his face grew at his small joke.

As he waited for Arlow to make a decision, Luci pulled the box closer to him and opened it up, revealing a gold bracelet. It was a gold ankle bracelet, but instead of being made out of chains, it was one solid gold bar that included three diamonds on the side of it. It was currently unlocked as Luci took it out of the box and looked it over carefully.

@ BearGirl
The frown that Arlow had been fighting seemed to finally rear it's head as she listened to Luciano. Of course, he wouldn't tell her what he could do to her. Only offering the small idea that it would be terrible all the same. An, of course, he'd also have to take a jab at her dad. "Why did you even go into business with him, if you never trusted him." Was Arlow's deflated question as she felt her shoulders sag a little as she leaned back in her chair.

Bright green eyes watch as Luciano played with some box he took out of his little safe. An eyebrow arching as she watched him take it out and admire it like it was the most valuable thing in the world. Then, Arlow shifted her gaze away from Luciano and looked around the study, trying to buy time as she ran things over in her mind. This was a terrible idea, both options guaranteed her being forced to listen to this man, but, even though he offered his home to her in one of the options. Would it be better than being in a dungeon somewhere and being tortured by the same man?

A small groan escaped from Arlow as she ran a hand through her hair and tucked it behind her ear, Either way, with how things were going, she was sure that she was going to regret it none the less. So, with another heavy sigh, Arlow glanced back towards Luciano. A frown was evident on her face. "As long as you promise to not kill me or cut off my limbs then I guess I accept," Arlow replied, then she slowly stood from the chair, assuming that this little thing was done with.

"Now, if you are done talking bad about my dad I'd like to go lay down some more. My head still aches a little bit." Arlow told Luciano and stepped away from the chair and turned to head towards the door.

@ FallenHope95

Luciano was more than satisfied when Arlow agreed to his offer. He knew that she didn't really have a choice but this made it easier. Arlow could have been a lot more difficult. She could have made it so that he had to torture her to get what he wanted... Though Luciano was rather sure that he was going to have to punish her at some point. The young lady seemed stubborn and that wasn't something that Luciano was going to put up with. Though that was a problem for another time.

When she started to leave, he moved onto his feet. "Stop and come back. We have one more thing to take care of before you lay down." There was not a lot he wanted from Arlow today. Now that she agreed to his arrangement, only one more thing needed to be taken cared of before she could do whatever she desired. Luciano waited for her to come back before he continued to speak.

"Put your ankle on that chair." Once again, the man waited until she did so. Though once Arlow did, he headed over and was quick to lock the golden bracelet around her ankle. He tugged on it once to ensure that it was truly stuck before he was satisfied. With that settled, Luciano stood up straight and started out of the study. "You may leave now. Oh... and by the way, I do expect you to join me for breakfast every morning. Your absence will not be tolerated."

Although he just wrapped something around her ankle, Luci didn't feel the need to explain it. If the woman really wanted to know, she could follow him around and beg him for the answer... ah yes that sounded like fun.

@ BearGirl
Not even halfway to the door, when Arlow heard Luciano's voice, her shoulders visibly lowered. Her head lowered forward as well. Not really wanting to put up with him anymore then what she already has to. "What else do you want from me, master." Her tone was sarcastic as she turned towards Luciano. A look of confusion appearing on her face as she heard his request. Thinking that this was just a mind game to see if she'd listen, Arlow rolled her eyes and walked to the chair to place her foot on it.

When Luciano stepped towards Arlow, her whole body stiffened. Her bright blue eyes watched as he moved to put something on her ankle. Her pursed lips moving into a deeper and deeper frown. "What are you-" Arlow murmured but was cut off as Luci spoke once more. Her gaze looking between the ankle bracelet that he just out on her and the man who was speaking to her. "Your face will not be tolerated!" Was the best comeback that Arlow could come up with as she scowled and tried to pull the ankle bracelet off of her. She didn't want anything of his on her body.

"I'm not a dog! Take this off of me!" Arlow yelled as she watched Luciano walk out of the room. Her mouth opening in disbelief as she watched his retreating figure. "Hey! Wait! You didn't say anything about me having to wear your filthy money!" Arlow yelled as she let go of the bracelet that she was trying to pull off and went after Luciano. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Arlow yelled as she got to the doorway and saw him halfway down the hall.

A scowl appeared on Arlow's face as she moved to follow after the older man. "Luciano! Take this thing off!" Arlow complained, hoping that by being annoying he would listen. "It's stuck, and it doesn't go with my complexion." There, reverse psychology! Maybe he's taking it off because she was complaining about girly things now."Luciano, Luciano, Mr.Luciano?" Arlow knew she was being annoying now, but he wasn't paying her any attention. "Why did you even put this ankle bracelet on me?" Arlow mumbled, giving up on chasing after the older man because she had nothing else to say to him.

@ FallenHope95

Luciano did not pay Arlow any mind as she yelled and follower him down the hallway. The truth was that it mattered little what she said in this moment. Of course she would be upset about a bracelet that she couldn't get off being put on her. And Luci wasn't stupid. He knew this situation in general was a lot for her to deal with. So he was going to give Arlow today to get her act together.

Tomorrow would be a different story. Tomorrow he would start having expectations for Arlow past not ruining his house and running away. And he didn't care much for being screamed at either. Though that was all tomorrow and today he would disappear from her sights as he did his own work. After all, Luci couldn't be lazy just because there was a girl in the house.

Though he did notice that it didn't take Arlow very long to give up. He wondered if that meant she would be easier to break. Luciano hoped so it was going to be fun to have a sweet, little plaything.

As the possibilities of what to do with his new toy moved through his mind, Luciano went into his office, closing the door behind him. Yes, he needed to get things done today but it would also benefit him to think of Arlow's first task for tomorrow.

(Did you want her to run around the house or skip to tomorrow morning?)

@ BearGirl
What had she gotten herself into? Accepting a deal from a man who freaking kidnapped her? A man who called her own father a liar, which he wasn't. Arlow's one hundred percent sure that Luciano got her father mixed up with someone else. Her dad was an honest man, he wasn't dirty like this Luciano guy. Her dad owned a freaking import and export company. He was a trader, he was helping the American people get the goods that they wanted to use in their day to day life. Fuck Luciano, and fuck that stupid ankle bracelet he forced her to wear. She wasn't his doll, she was her own person. An right now, she was trying to hide from him.

It was the next day, eight AM, a knock had been made on Arlow's door by a servant. Informing her that breakfast would be ready in an hour. She simply called out thank you, before rolling over in the large bed and pulled the blanket over her head. She wasn't hungry, she didn't want anything to do with Luciano. He could kiss her butt for all she cared.

Ten minutes to nine, Arlow finally gave up on falling back asleep. Her stomach was growling and the smell of food flowing through the huge mansion was cauisingArlow to want to back down. She couldn't though. No, she wasn't a plaything. She wanted to show that she was her own person. That he couldn't control her. So, in her act of rebellion. Instead of rolling out of bed and going down to the dining room to join Luciano for breakfast, Arlow jumped into the shower. Sure it was annoying that she didn't have a lock on the door, but she'd be no more then a couple of minutes late.

If Luciano wanted her to join him, then it'll be on her terms. Not his. So, what was ten minutes later to breakfast? A show of rebellion, that's what. She was still following his orders, just in her own way.

(Skipping to tomorrow is fine with me.)

@ FallenHope95

Once Luciano was sitting down at the table and waiting for Arlow, he watched the clock closely. He wondered if she was going to be obedient with the few rules that he currently had in place for her. It wasn't like he made it difficult for her to be good. Not yet at least. Though if she could even show up on time to breakfast would determine if she was going to be an issue later with the more interesting things the man had in mind.

When it hit 9:01, there was a frown on the man's face but he decided to wait a few more minutes. Maybe she was heading down now. He didn't want to be so strict that it was ridiculous... but at the same time, Luci hated waiting for anyone. If he was to bother to be on time, the other person sure as hell ensure that they were as well. Though the moment it hit 9:05, Luciano called one of his guards into the dining room and told him to force Arlow down to breakfast.

Without a word, the guard made his way through the mansion until he was at Arlow's room. There was no knock at the door. Instead, the guard busted in and grabbed Arlow roughly. He took her arm, and if she tried to fight back, he was sure to slap her head enough so that she would fall into line. When Arlow decided to be obedient, he pulled her downstairs. If she refused to follow him after the slap, the guard would grab her wrists together and literally drag her there.

The moment Arlow was brought into the dining, Luciano stood up. His eyes were narrow, clearly pissed for having to wait for her at all. "You are late," Luciano told her harshly. "You have minimal rules to follow to be treated well in this household and yet you decide to make me wait for you."

@ BearGirl
As Arlow stepped out of the quick shower, She grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around herself. Making sure the large poofy thing was secured in place before she opened the door to her room and walking out. She had barely made it two steps towards her closet before the bedroom door opened and a strong burly looking man stormed in. His eyes were dark as wet dirt as he looked down at the girl.

A scream escaped from Arlow as the man reached out for her. It took him two tries to grab her, but on the second one, he managed to grab her wrist so roughly she was sure he was cutting off her blood flow. "L-Let me go!" Arlow cried out as she held her towel in place with her free hand and tried to pull away from him. To slip her wrist through his strong grip by turning her wrist as she saw in a self-defense YouTube video once.

Then, the echo of the slap echoed through the room before the sting registered. Her hearing went weird for a moment as well. Slapped, she was just slapped by this hulk wannabe. No, backhanded would be a better term. A small whimper escaped from Arlow as she straightened her head. Her mouth opening to speak, say something, what she didn't know. The man didn't let her though, instead he backhanded her once more. Resulting in a sharp squeak to escape from Arlow. Her wet hair whipping her in the face from the force and how quick she had turned her head.

Not a peep escaped from Arlow as the man dragged her out of her room. One hand doing it's best to keep the towel in place while the other was still in the man's strong grip. Her head was down as a look of disbelief appeared on her face. Her bright blue eyes staring blankly at the floor. The water that was dripping off of her hair causing a couple of wet droplets on the floor seem like a trail.

Then, when they entered the dining room Arlow flinched. Her gaze briefly looking up towards Luciano before looking down again. The bruise on her cheek was already becoming visible and the mere thought of seeing the man look at her as she wore nothing but a towel caused her stomach to drop and for her to feel sick. "I-I'm sorry," Arlow said quietly, her wrist still being held by the guard as she faced the owner of the mansion. "I-I overslept." She winced, giving away her slight lie. She had tried to fall asleep, she knew the time, yet she didn't get up. She didn't know he would go so far. Was this even far for him though? Arlow wasn't sure she wanted to find out.

@ FallenHope95

"You didn't oversleep," Luciano growled at her. "You were given a morning wake up at 8:00. That means you were naive enough to think being late to meeting with me was acceptable or you were trying to be purposely defiant against me in being late. Either way, you deserve what has happened to you this morning. Because of your actions, I had to get you to be dragged down here in a towel just to meet me on time. You will be punished but I assure you, if this happens again, your punishment will be much worse than a mere bruise to your face."

As he said that, Luciano walked over and pulled the towel away from her body harshly before throwing it to the side. She was now nude in front of him and Luciano thought that was appropriate for now. The truth was, he wanted to ensure she was punished properly but he also wasn't interested in dwelling in this. There were other plans in motion for Arlow and the man was rather sure she had learned her lesson about being late to breakfast. "You did not clothe yourself in time so you will stay dressed how you are for our morning meal."

With that, he motioned to his guard to let Arlow go but also to grab the towel from the floor so she could not race to grab it. Luciano then turned around and made his way to the dining table and sat down at the end of the table. "Sit," Luciano commanded. He waited until she did so before ringing for the food to be brought in. A maid came in and set all of the food down onto the table before leaving.

When she was gone, Luciano started to eat. Though a growl left his lips as he took a bite out of the eggs. "Look at what you have done. My food is cold because of your tardiness."

@ BearGirl
At Luciano's tone, Arlow couldn't help but flinch. He sounded so mad, it was scary. Slowly, Arlow started to shake. Rather it was from the cold, or fear, maybe both, she didn't know. All she knew though was that she didn't want to be late again. Her whole right side of her face felt numb and it felt like it was covered in little pins as she made even the slightest little movement in her face.

"Yes, sir," Arlow said quietly, hoping that he chastises of her lateness was done. That he'd allow for her to head back upstairs to get dressed. So that she wasn't dripping wet and cold from the cooler temperature then the warm bathroom she had just been in mere moments ago. Then, a small gasp escaped from Arlow. The rubbing of the towel as it was pulled from her body flicking over her hardening nipples and causing a slightly painful sensation to ensure her body.

Instinctively, Arlow's free arm moved to cover her hardening nipples. Her legs doing their best to cross and hide her crotch from Luciano and the guards prying eyes. A couple of tears slowly slid down Arlow's cheeks, causing her to flinch slightly when the one on the right side touched the burning flesh. "Y-yes, sir." She said quietly, not wanting to fight. She just wanted to get this over with, then she could just run upstairs and get dressed. Then hide in her room till she had to join him for lunch or dinner, whatever one he summoned her for next.

Once she was let go, Arlow used her newly free bruised wristed hand to cover her crotch. A little thankful for the small bit of modesty that she could do since she didn't have a towel anymore.

At Luciano's command, Arlow moved towards the table and sat down in the chair she was to sit in yesterday. She pulled her chair in as far as it could go, wanting to hide her lower body from his view. Her right arm stayed across her breasts, keeping her hard nipples from Luciano's view. The cool feeling of the leathery chair cushion caused little goosebumps to raise on Arlow's arms. Followed by a flinch at Luciano's growl. "I-I'm sorry. Sir." Arlow said quietly. Too scared to look up at him or reach out for something to eat. "It-it won't happen again."

Reaching out with a shaky hand, Arlow used the hand that wasn't covering her chest to reach out for the orange juice. Her gaze only flicking up to make sure that she didn't spill the juice all over the place. Her hand still shook as she brought the drink to her lips and took a few sips. Doing her best to not look at the angry man's face as she put the glass back down.

@ FallenHope95

Once Arlow apologized, Luciano allowed silence to fill the room as he focused on eating his breakfast. He could see that the girl was overly upset and shaken by the events that had occurred and he was pleased with that. She needed to learn. She needed to know better than to try and push his buttons. Arlow was just lucky that this was a minor punishment or a minor offence but Luciano worried that this would become a trend when he had more difficult requests for her. Although she was being obedient now, he doubted it would stay that way forever.

When he came close to finishing to eat, Luciano cleared his throat and started to speak. For a moment, he glanced down at her plate to see if the young lady had eaten anything at all. The truth was, he didn't particularly care if she had or not, merely was interested to know. "I have a little activity for you to do today and I expect you to do it without issue. No complaints and no dragging it out. I will not tell you what it is now but I assure you that it is not anything horrid or dangerous." Luciano was curious as to what she would do with little information.

"After lunch, you will meet me at the lobby at exactly 1:00pm today. We will leave from there. I want you to be dressed nicely as well. There should also be makeup in your room. Don't disappoint me by not trying or dressing like a prude." Luciano told her. There would be hell to pay if she tried to come down in a sweatshirt. Though while he was making it a big deal, the man knew it didn't matter all that much. She would have to change once they got to their detestation anyways.

Luciano set his fork and knife down, now finished with his meal. Though he waited to see what Arlow would say to his words before he would get up and leave. He hoped that she wouldn't cause any more fuss. He wanted to have fun with this girl past just punishing her consistently.