Kidnapped wife (Kililia & HoldYouDown ONLY)

[Kililia]

Archangel Costa was the only son of his family and the youngest but he quickly earn his father's respect. By an early age his father showed him their family business and he end up taking over the role of being head of the family at the age of 18. He quickly made himself a name for the bloody signature for all that tried to defy his authority after they assassinated his father.soon enough they all stayed in line and gave up trying take over his land. He was nickname "the bloody prince" in his young age.

His life consisted of expanding his territories, business, parties and grow more power. Which he easily achieved quickly during his youth. As timed passed he grew bore of the same parties with people that easily stab him in the back at any sign of weakness. His desire to grow his own bloodline grew over time as well find a suitable woman to stand at his side and bare his heirs to carry on the business.

Now at the age of 40, he began to collect information of all the available females of all the powerful families, only one young lady drew his attention Camellia Rossi. She was the youngest daughter of the Rossi family that own the ports. They had gotten away a lot as they were the only family that were in charge of great shipments which no family could afford to lose. But a week ago, Archangel Costa brought up of details that suggested the family been stealing and now had leverage against them in exchange for his most desire prize, Camellia Rossi.

After several meeting with the father to discuss details for the marriage contract, it was finally agreed and signed between the families. He was to pick her up after prom to have him live at his location as she turn of age. The document make them legally married, he promised a ceremonial marriage in the following months...

As he arrived at her family house, he discovered she would be late and he waited at her home. he soon discovered she had not gone at the prom but ran away. It took a few weeks to discover she was another part of the states and had his men collect her and return to his home... As he arrive from a business trip, his right hand informs him that she was locked in his bedroom...They end up locking her up in his bedroom as she escape twice from his house
already ...

 

[HoldYouDown]

It was clear that Camellia had fears of being married at such a young age, and to a man, Archangelo, whom her own father had called a devil and worse. Her father, Antonio, was a fierce rival of Archangelo's, but the deal they struck was deemed fair by both men and the heads of other area families. Antonio had groomed his young virgin daughter to be kind and obedient, knowing that this day might come. Of course he loved her but he also saw her as property and knew she might one day be exchanged. As he saw his daughter blossom into a young beauty, he made peace with this outcome. But Camellia was clearly not at peace because she had only heard what a monster Archangelo could be. She used to lay awake at night thinking he (or any number of her father's enemies) could abscond with her. The thought both terrified and exhilarated her. She already felt a prisoner, so the idea of being "freed" by a powerful man, even if to be enslaved again, was something that made her legs quiver the more she thought about it. Now, locked in a bedroom, this reality was upon her, and she was as scared and as confused as ever before. Archangelo was due at any moment.

 

[Kililia]

Camelia Rossi pace the floor of the master bedroom as she was trying think of another way to escape the household of her husband. Her stomach was turning at the idea of his arrival at any moment. The men had made it clear if she tried to escape once more they would handcuff her her to the bed. She make her way to the balcony which gave a beautiful view but was to high for her to climb down from the bedroom. It was a beautiful bedroom with a gorgeous king size bed which most women dreamed of but right now she wanted to run away. God knows the guard were pissed after she kicked the in the groin and bite them before they manage to toss her in the bedroom and lock the door.

She slump on the ground of the balcony till she end up dozing off from exhaustion. She wke up at the sound off foot step and the guard greeting the master of the house. She cursed as she look down and knew it was to dangerous to climb down the bacony, as the door open...

 

[HoldYouDown]

Seeing an open door, Camelia remembered what her dad instructed her to do were she ever truly kidnapped and in danger: Make a break for it. She darted toward the door, but as she did it was darkened by three of the guards once again. As they had promised, the men subdued and restrained her and handcuffed young Camelia to the spacious king sized bed. One hand was tied to the left post and one to the right. The bed was so expansive that her arms were stretched to their limit. As Camelia was kicking in a pathetic attempt to break free (or hit a guard in the balls again), the men took the additional measure of tying her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed.

There lay Camelia, in her silk dress, all fours tied up like a medieval torture victim awaiting her captor. The guards were matter-of-fact about the job they did, and left the room and closed the door. She lay there with the balcony door wide open and a soft breeze entered the room, pressing her silk gown against her dark Sicilian nipples. The white dress, the same she had worn to her prom, billowed upon her olive skin. As if some cruel god were toying with her, the breeze stiffened and her dress began to ripple up her legs, exposing her womanhood ever so slightly. The silk lapped her midsection like tiny ripples of a pond kissing the earth.

Camelia's breath, at first hyperventilating, slowed and became deeper. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was in her father's olive tree groves. There were many summer afternoons when she was becoming a woman that she would sneak away to the groves and lie in the sun, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend. Knowing she was out of eyesight (or so she thought), Camelia would pull her dress all the way up to examine her pert body. Sometimes her friend and her would compare and inquire of one another. Now in this strange bed, tied and helpless, Camelia visualized herself in under the olive trees while she awaited her husband.

 

[Kililia]

Camelia glance at the time as she notice it been a while and the breeze was getting colder, she squirm and tried to change position i hope to lower her dress. She cursed as she could barely move her ankle and wrists. Camelia struggled after almost half an hour, she manage to lower her dress down as low as possible with a sigh of relief. She struggle to pull out one of her hair pins, after several tries she managed and held it in her hands tightly. She look around and listen to the silence before lifting her body high enough to place the pin in her mouth and undo the first handcuff.

She had gone online to learn such skill just in case she ever be kidnapped, she quickly undid her other wrist. She carefully listen between uncuffing herself , once she was free, she started remove the curtains and covers of the bed . Slowly she started tie them together of the side of the balcony to be out of view from the guards and anyone that enter the bedroom. Once she had tied it to the balcony, she heard the door open again and froze. She finally took and deep breathe and quietly began to climb off the balcony as she grip the curtain....

Camelia had no intention to be a deadly mobster's wife, she was aiming for a simple life... She knew her life as a mob boss wife, she be expected carry his heir as soon as possible. Not mention her husband was the most powerful of all the families, which drop the chances to escape from his place. She had heard he send his men out to find her and everyday that pass it was said he grew angry and his enemies end with worse deaths.

She had enjoyed everyday of her freedom and was so grateful her friends helped her and pray they would not be punished for making her disappear. She was shock to find her prom date tied to a chair beaten to a pulp. Four men charge on her and carried her off, the oldest of the men whispering : " The boss is quite upset after your little act and wants you home, now...Not smart making your boss look bad in front of his men..." *With that said, the leader drag her in the car and drove her not to her parents but to her husband domain. When she demanded why she was brought to her husband place. The same man replied " You seriously thought your dad would defy...the boss request after you ran away? You be living at your husband house now and i dont think you will get the same privileged for a very long time..."

Now here she was tying the curtain with bed sheet on the balcony and getting ready to climb down to escape before her husband enters their bedroom....
She look down at the height which made her whimper as she help on the balcony edge before sliding down..

Meanwhile...
Archangel Costa was greeted by his right hand man at his house (Micheal Moretti) that inform him that they found his wife. Mr.Moretti was in his 60's but very efficient and loyal to his boss. The man followed Archangel Costa side: " We found her with a young man named " Andrew Cutly", the date she had on the prom and we found them at a motel that night. The boy said he only helped her run away cause of her marriage arrangement. We brought her backpack which contain enough cash to stay away for few months, the boy said she organized everything...She escape twice from here but handcuff her to your bed"

Mr.Moretti hesitated a moment: " They were in bed when we found them...in pajamas but that dont mean he did not have sex with her..." As Archangel Costa and Mr. Moretti walk up the steps, Mr. Moretti cell rings: " Sorry boss, i need take this call...all the file of the search in on your desk...i make a doctor appointment...." His right hand leaves to take care of business as Archangel Costa reaches his bedroom door where his young wife was supposed handcuff to their bed...."