We were on a plane. That's the only thing that Antonio had told me. All I knew was we were on our way back to his home in California. For the whole flight he was going to leave me in the seat opposite him. The only catch was that I was blindfolded and my wrists were tied to the arm rests. This had been the case ever since I had woken up from my drugged state.

I spent the first 30 minutes or so begging for answers, but he gave me none. Apparently I didn't deserve any answers because I defied him.

"You know what, I think I prefer you like this. Maybe I should keep you tied up more often. What do you say sweetheart?"

I couldn't see Antonio but I could feel him staring at me while mocking my current state.

"I say fuck you Antonio! You fucking son of a bitch let me go now!"

I started screaming again. I knew that he just enjoyed setting me off and that if I was smart, the correct and safer thing to do would be ignoring him. That just wasn't my style. If he was going to insult me then I would do the exact same thing back.

With my vision impaired, I failed to notice that Antonio had moved from his seat opposite me and now was, presumably, crouched down in front of me. I only noticed this when I felt his strong grip on my jaw, not that I could move away from him even if I tried - thanks to the bounds. I could feel his hot breath fanning against my face and to say it was driving me mad would be a huge understatement. I hated everything about Antonio, from his beliefs to his personality but my body couldn't help but react wildly whenever he gave me the slightest touch. He was literally like a drug to me, I knew exactly how bad he was for me and hated the idea yet part of me still craved his touch. I didn't know how to do it, but it was vital that I shut down that part of me.

"Darling, you just keep on adding to the list of reasons I need to punish you."

My heart stopped when his lips were suddenly on mine. It took me a moment or two to fully comprehend what was happening. His lips were so soft against mine. I tried to pull away but his response was to hold my head in place and continue the kiss. He clearly wasn't getting my message so I bit down on his lip, tasting his blood, but Antonio only chuckled and pushed his tongue into my mouth, fighting for his dominance. My head was yanked back, showing off my neck to him, when he wrapped my pony tail around his hand and made a sharp tug, sending instant shots of pain to my delicate scalp. I let out a whimper as the pain dulled down and he began to kiss and suck on my neck - no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys. I hated this, despite what my body showed. That I hated even more, how my body betrayed me.

When Antonio pulled away from my neck he placed a final kiss on my lips, making me shudder in a mix of pleasure and fear.

"What? Nothing to say now baby?"

I could hear the arrogant tone in his voice, that was enough to finally push me overboard. I spat at him. It was the best I could do with no use of my limbs, because of the blindfold I didn't even know for certain if I had spat at him in my target area (his face) but his silence was reassuring to me. That was until my head was swung to the side by Antonio's powerful hit.

I had little time to recover before a hand wrapped around my throat and slammed my head back against the head board. But he didn't release me, no, he just pressed harder so I began struggling to breathe.

"Just when I think your learning...."

Antonio mumbled under his breath.

"I'm gunna let that slide Alice. In fact I'm going to give you a free card during the rest of this flight. You can say anything you want, trust me, I know that you've been dying to say some shit to me. But as soon as we step off of this plane. I will punish you. I will punish you for escaping, for going to the police and ever even thinking that you could leave me."

At this point I was crying. Although thankfully I was pretty sure it went unnoticed by my captor due to the blindfold, one good thing that the damn material had done for me.

"So go ahead Sweetheart, tell me everything that you hate about me. I won't punish you....anymore."

By this point he had clearly returned to his own seat. I could just picture him sat there, glass of whiskey in hand, smirking at me. I sat quiet for a moment, unsure of what to actually say.

"Go on."

I couldn't stop the sentences spilling out of my mouth. I wasn't even thinking about what I was saying, all the insults just kept forming themselves.

"I fucking hate you!"

"I hope you die!"

"I'd rather this fucking plane crash then spend the rest of my life with you!"

"Your such a fucking privileged prick who thinks he can take whatever he wants because mommy and daddy spoilt him his whole fucking life! Well guess what not all of us had that life so you make it your job to come and fuck up the lives of everyone else around you!"

"NO MATTER how long you keep me, I will NEVER love you! NEVER! I hate you!"

I stopped, my chest heaving from being so out of breath due to the shouting. I had just screamed a whole load of shit at him and I knew he had probably heard it all before so his laugh didn't really catch me off guard.

"Is that the best you've got?"

My mind buzzed around, searching for something I could say to really hit him.

"Come on darling."

Then I got it. Something that would really hurt him if he actually cared at all about me.

"You're worse then Ryan."

The silence that followed my statement was enough to let me know that Antonio wasn't at all thrilled with what I had just said. Usually there was a chuckle or even a simple sigh, but this time - nothing.

"I know that you know about everything. Your worse. SO MUCH FUCKING WORSE! I can't even pretend to love you and I would go back to him in a heart beat if it meant being safe from you."

That felt good. To be totally honest, I didn't even know if I was telling the truth or not. I hated Ryan, but I think I hated Antonio more. Ryan gave me a choice. I wasn't imprisoned, it ultimately was my choice to stay. Sure I wasn't asking to be abused but if I really had the courage then I could have just left him. In the end, it was my own fault it went on so long. That's not me saying it was my fault that I was abused but I was too scared to leave. I wish I was stronger, that men didn't walk over me all the time - men like Ryan, my boss and Antonio. For once I wanted to be free. But now that idea seemed so far from my reach. Antonio had taken me against my will. He was going to hurt me, that I knew, but this time I had no option to escape. With Ryan I could always walk out the door in the middle of the night, go to the police or even just not come home from work one night. Now I would be locked away like someone's property. That was all I was now. Antonio's little toy to do whatever he pleased with until the day one of us just snaps and everything is over. I wanted to kill him.

"Sir we are about to land."

The air hostess had clearly just arrived to tell Antonio the news. I say Antonio because all of his staff just seemed to ignore me. That made me feel like a child. They spoke to Antonio as if he was my owner and I his dog, part of me was truly starting to believe that to some extent, that really was the dynamic of this 'relationship'.

"Perfect timing."

True to his word, he waved off the hostess and I suffered no extra punishment for vocalizing my opinions to him. But I knew it hurt, that was more than enough to please me.

"PUT ME FUCKING DOWN NOW!"

Antonio had thrown me over his shoulder as we got off of the plane. After we had landed he also took the liberty of tying my ankles together so I couldn't move at all anymore. I was now punching him on the back as well as kicking his front but because of all the restraints it ended up looking more like I was doing some sort of strange dance. Suddenly I let out a cry of shock when a sharp spank was placed on my ass by Antonio. That was enough to shut me up.

We continued our way to what I presumed was a car, me bobbing up and down slightly in sink to every step my abductor took. I heard him mutter something to someone in Italian before we got into a car. Instinctively, I slid to the other side as far away from him as humanely possible but that plan also failed when two strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I expected to be placed next to Antonio, but no he did not stop there. I was now sitting on top of his fucking lap, instantly trying to fight my way out of this situation.

"Let me the fuck go!"

He let out a sigh and we tilted forward slightly. Hearing the zip of a bag, I assumed that he had got something out but god was I shocked when I found out what it was. A gag. He had now decided that he could gag me. I mumbled incoherent curses at Antonio, the gag silencing anything I had to say.

"I said that you wouldn't be punished for what you said, I see this as more of a coping mechanism for my benefit so I can last for the rest of the journey without getting a headache."

I couldn't stop squirming in his hold. Anyone would be uncomfortable in my position. I was bounded, blindfolded and gagged on the lap of a Mafia Don who had abducted me and had stated how as soon as we entered his home would 'punish' me. I still wasn't quite sure what to expect from his threat. Don't get me wrong, I knew that he wasn't lying and that he would follow through on every single threat to hurt and make my life a living hell. I just didn't know how much I could take before I broke. Would Antonio still take pleasure in abusing me when I was like that?

"You might as well sleep. Trust me your going to be dying for that opportunity soon enough."

I knew that he wasn't bluffing, so I went to sleep, my head resting on his shoulder as he held me close, because I knew he was probably right.