The gallery

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes. She had a headache, but other than that she wasn't hurt. It took her an instant to recall what had happened, but when she did, she almost jump back to her feet. Looking around, she understood she had been kidnaped. The first thing she noticed was the divan where she had been laid until that moment. It was an expensive piece, decorated like it belonged to the victorian age. Then she looked around the immense room she was in. There were other comfortable couches and chairs, expensive an old carpets that covered most of the floor, fancy lamps that iluminated the place, and lots of statues. They were distributed through the whole place, like it was some kind of museum or art gallery. She noticed that all the statues represented beautiful young women, and were extremely realistic. Even the skin color, the eyes, the hair, it all look real.

She would have walked to one of those statues, but she finally noticed a man sitting in front of her. Startled, she took a step back, stumbling with the divan, which made her fall over it, sitting down once more.

"Welcome to my little gallery"

The man hadn't moved yet, but Elizabeth was instinctively scared of him. However, she tried to keep her cool.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Damien sighed. Always the same questions. He had wondered if a celebrity would be different, and phyisically she certainly was, but in the end she had reacted like every other woman.

"I told you, you are in my gallery, Elizabeth. As for who I am, I'm who ordered your kidnaping. That should be obvious, don't you think?"

Feeling a surge of anger, Elizabeth stood up once more.

"Do you know who I am? Your ass is going to spend its whole life in prison for this!"

Damien didn't retort at first. Instead he devoured her with his eyes. She was gorgeous, even more than he had expected.

"You are Elizabeth Olsen, a spoiled cunt who thinks her social status still means something, when I can simply snap my fingers and have my men beat the shit out of you"

A chill ran through Elizabeth's spine. She knew he was right. He had been kidnaped, which meant she was helpless, completely at his mercy.

"I understand" she said hesitatingly. "If this is about money, I can pay you. Just give a phone so I can make a few calls..."

Damien shook his head no.

"I have way more money than you, Elizabeth. The only reason why you are here, is because I want to fuck you".

Elizabeth had feared that from the beginning, but hearing it was worse than being threatened with a beating.

"So that's it? You pay those men and bring me here just so you can **** a celebrity? Listen to me now, you are not going to put a finger on me, do you hear me?"

"I hear you" replied Damien. "But I'm not going to **** you, Elizabeth. A **** means ****, and **** means damaging your magnificent body, your soft skin, or your angelic face. No, no ****. You are the one who should pay attention, because I'm going to give you one, and just one, chance. Come here, say how sorry you are for disrespecting me, kneel down, and suck my cock. Then I will let you be my sex ****. That's the only deal you are going to get from me"