Sam Smith - Fire On Fire

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"How long are you planning to keep her in there?" Sebastian asked while they sat in the dining room of the Smith's residence.

It had been three days since he left Rory in her bedroom with the bodies of her deceased family. No food, no water and no escape route. Just them and her. Her crying and banging had stopped by the second day. According to the video feed they had installed prior to her arrival, she's still curled up by the door, her back turned to the bodies.

Sebastian rubbed his jaw, lighting a cigarette, "What happens to this mansion?"

"Burn it to the ground." He ordered. "Drain all of Carl's bank account, make it look like he gambled it all and loss."

All deaths needed a story whether it was true or not.

"Make it look like a suicide, I get it." Sebastian nodded.

It was a typical story and it worked all the time especially with the people in the upper circle. Another tragic incident they could gossip about for weeks, shaming the dead.

Sebastian typed away on his phone to inform the clean up crew of their instructions.

Gideon eyed Rory's backpack sitting on the counter, the one Sebastian had picked up off the floor. He opened it, digging out its content. There were only clothes, some cash and her stash of birth control pills. He stared at the box for a long while, contemplating what to do with it.

Inhaling sharply, he began popping each pill from its foil wrapping and discarding it into the trash. He was ready to have his own family and become a father.

"You want to be a father or what?" Sebastian asked with an incredulous look while blowing smoke into the air.

"I'm 35." He huffed. "And, not getting any younger."

"She's still pretty young, you know." Sebastian eyed him. "Probably the same age as Luciana when she had Cielo."

"It's not the same." He snapped, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "Rory and I are together. I'll take care of her and our kids. I won't ever leave her."

"But, you left her in there with three dead bodies when she begged you not to." He remarked. "That's not exactly I'll never leave her nor I'll taking care of her, is it?"

Sebastian didn't care what his friend did with his wife. It wasn't his place to made a comment but the girl didn't deserve such a severe punishment. Plus, he felt partially responsible for it since he had left the office door opened for her to find her things and ran.

Gideon snarled, hopping off the stool and stormed upstairs. He made the turn to Carl's office but halted and strolled towards Rory's door with tight lips. Fuck, he didn't want to leave her in there, she was probably frighten to death. He had watched on the video feed the first day, she had passed out then woke up screaming, rocking herself back and forth.

His hand rested his hand on the door handle and swallowed. What he did to her was cruel and inhumane, he couldn't turn a blind eye to that. But it had to be done, she needed to be taught a lesson.

"Hello?" Her tiny voice rasped through the door. "Is someone there?"

His heart clenched at the sound of her voice so tired and broken.

"Please let me out." She cried. "I won't run away again, I promise."

It wasn't just her running away that led to this, it was just the cherry on top. She didn't love him back nor did she embrace him back the way he wanted. She also has never said his name. She had never smiled for him, never looked at him the way he looked at her. She was always so distant and afraid.

He wanted them to be closer like a real couple. She was his wife but never acted like it.

"Please, sir." She begged. "I'm hungry and I'm thirsty."

He gripped the door handle to the point his knuckles turned white. Pressing his forehead against the wood, Gideon took a deep breath and pushed the door opened. He intended to leave her in there for 2 more days when the bodies began decomposing and releasing its toxins.

She scooted back and her teary eyes cried in relief when she saw him.

Although the monster was disguised as a night in shinning armour underneath a crown of halo, she didn't care and leaped into his body. She clung to him despite her body screaming in pain, afraid that he'd let go and she'd tumble back into the darkness.

Gideon hugged her back, circling his arms around her waist as he carried her into the bathroom, stepping over the piled bodies. Rory kept her eyes seal shut because she didn't want see the graveyard her room had become.

Kicking the door shut with his feet, placed her on the edge of the bathtub.

"Opened your eyes, mi teroso." He cooed, rubbing her sore back.

Slowly, she fluttered them opened and meet his soft brown eyes. No fury nor intimidation on his face, he was showing her all the love and desire he had for her. Was this a different man from three days ago? The man who had cruelly left her confined with corpses.

Rory sat quietly when he prepared her a bath. She smelled terrible, a combination of days old vomit, sweat and blood. He helped her into the tub and the water instantly turned a dark colour. He let her soak in there for a moment while he turned to leave the bathroom and give orders to his men to clean up the bedroom.

He returned to find her still sitting in the tub staring blankly out the tiny stain glass window. He unplugged the tub while he striped himself free from his clothing. It was big enough to fit two people so he climbed in behind her and refilled the tub.

Gideon cradled her against his body, humming lowly over the splashing water. She wasn't stiff like before, she was more relaxed as if she had given up the fight. But, the fear was still there - it couldn't be helped since he was an intimidating man.

He washed her hair, her body and imitate parts. He helped her shave the the body hair that was beginning to grow there too.

They spent hours in the bathroom, basking in the water, changing it regularly to keep the warmth and cleanliness. When there was a slight knock on the door, that made her jump and bury her face into his chest, they got out of the tub. Gideon reassured her it was his men out there, he had instructed them to clean up her room.

In other words, to removed the bodies and any trace that they were there. She didn't believe him at first and refused to step out of the bathroom.

"Rory," he said in a warning tone that chilled her bone.

Her eyes shot to him. Please don't be in trouble, please don't be in trouble, replayed in her head. She couldn't take anymore of his punishments.

He reached for her causing her to force her eyes shut and flinched. But instead of the violence, he pulled her softly into his chest and lowly hummed. Her body melted into him instantly, betraying her. His soothing touched slowed her heart rate, warming her from the inside out, and returned her breathing to normal.

"They're gone." He whispered. "There's nothing there that will scare you."

He stepped out the bathroom with her, revealing a clean bedroom. No bodies, no stains, new curtains and new bedsheets. Room diffusers were placed each corner, ridding the place of the horrible stench.

While he dried her hair and apply moisturiser to her body. She eyed the tray of food and water placed on her desk hungrily.Rory glanced at him to find him looking down at her with longing and adoration before he blinked and replaced it with an unreadable expression.

Gideon pushed her towards her desk, urging her to eat since she hadn't for 3 straight days. He watched her eat with gusto, wolfing down the food and water with a satisfied smile that doesn't really reach her eyes. At least she was happy for now.

She looked gorgeous in just a thong and his unbuttoned dress shirt. Her mop of yellow curls sticking out all over the place.

Once Rory was done, Gideon gestured for her to come to him and complied without a whine. He sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her between his thighs by the hip.

Pushing the dress shirt off her body, he inspected his work. The cut on her collar was still raw and too tender to touch, but it will heal nice and if it were to faded, he'll get it tattooed over. He spun her around to check on her back. The strips were still red and bruised to an ugly purple and green colour but, it was healing nicely.

He dipped his head, planting a long kiss atop of her ass then running his nose up her spine, dropping kisses along the way. He spun her back and gazed into her eyes. She had tugged her bottom lip under her teeth, no doubt trying to suppress the pleasure he was making her body feel.

No she didn't want to feel any of it but it seemed her body was not in sync with her mind. It loved it, his touch and the electric pleasure that sparked her skin.

"Rory." He murmured against her stomach. "Did you know why I did that to you?"

She gulped, "Because I ran away and I stole from you." It was only a bit of cash, she needed to buy herself a plane ticket.

"No." He said. "That's not the only reason."

She tore her eyes away with other reason why he had subjected her to such inhumane treatment.

"Because of your defiance, Rory." He stated with a harsh tone. "Your refused to acknowledge my feelings, refuse to touch and love me like a wife should. You refused to act like a wife while this entire time, I had stayed true to our vows." He pinned her down with a glare, "How could you ran away when I was in hospital, hurt after saving you."

"I'm sorry." She let out weakly. Her fear was skyrocketing now and she could feel a panic attack coming on.

"Calm down." He cooed, switching from his menace mask to a softer one. He rubbed her gently circles on her hip, the only place where no visible wound laid. "Calm down."

And, she did. The rapid raise and fall of her chest slowing down and returning back to normal.

"From now on we are husband and wife." He declared. "We are a couple in love and ready to start a family." Someone needed to put a direction to their relationship, give them something to focus on. "Do understand, Rory? You can't escape this and you can't escape me so accept it."

She remained silent. She had come this far to know he wasn't buffing. Gideon fished out his phone from his trouser pocket and showed a video feed of a clean and immaculate looking room. A mop of curly blonde hair walked in, linking arms with a nurse. A smile, so brightly and lovely was plastered on her face. She had paint on her hands and on her clothes while the nurse pinned up a painting near her desk.

Her mother.

She let out a cry of joy. She was alright. He hadn't hurt her, yet.

"Please." She cried and falling into submission. She entwined her arms around his neck, breathing in his spiced vanilla scent. She pressed her cheek against the side of his face, and pleaded, "Please don't hurt her. I promise I'll be good. I'll be a good wife to you."

"I won't hurt her." He promised, "as long as you don't force my hand."

"I won't, I won't." She repeated with tears falling from her eyes.

Knowing what he was capable of now, Rory won't do anything stupid - she won't let her actions harm her mother. She will sit in her gilded cage without a compliant, play dress up as Gideon's wife and put on a smile just for him.

"There's one more thing." He murmured, settling her onto his lap. "What is my name?"

Tracing her delicate features with his fingers, gently grazing over the bruises, Gideon wanted for the six letter word to fall from her lips. He wanted her to say it, to hear it from her sweetly from her mouth. He urged with a few nods, cupping her face so that they keep meeting eye to eye.

"Say it."

"Gideon." She stammered with every syllable. Her pulse quickens and a shyness washed over her. She wanted to hid away from the embarrassment of address a man twice her age by his first name.

He smiled in contentment. His names from her lips set his urges into overdrive. But he won't touch for now since she was still sore and aching with every movement. She won't be able to take what he intended to do with her - from her mouth, to hands, to her pussy and her anus.

"Get on the bed." He ordered, "face down."

Nodding, she obeyed crawling onto her bed and waited for the sound of him discarding his clothes. But instead, she felt a cold liquid spread on her skin calming the red blistering marks. She craned her head back and found him delicately applying ointment on her wounds.

She watched him in disbelief before laying her head back down onto the pillow, calming her rapid heart.

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