The Slave of Pleasure
Chapter 67

Vincenzo

As the delivery men followed me in, carrying the "gift" Rachel had bought, my mind was filled with one certainty: it was time to restore order. They stopped at my command in front of the room adjacent to the bedroom, where I had stored a series of tools that served a very specific purpose. It wasn't exactly a torture chamber, at least not in the literal sense. However, its function was disciplinary. I told them to put the item inside and waited until everything was ready. As they left, I watched Rachel and Nancy. They were restless, but their expressions softened a bit when I addressed them with a thank you. "I really appreciate you taking care of me when I needed it." They both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at hearing this, as if they believed that, finally, everything was over and they wouldn't have to face any consequences for the chaos they had caused.

I let them believe it for a few seconds. I knew they needed to feel the comfort of false security before they realized what was coming next. I continued, pausing carefully: "But... I can't let what you did to my house go unnoticed." The color drained from their faces almost instantly. Rachel, who until then seemed to replace some peace in my words, turned pale. Nancy, the ever irreverent one, couldn't hide her surprise. They had no idea that I was still in complete control of the situation.

Before they had a chance to react, I turned to Rachel and said, in a deliberately suggestive tone: "Rachel, get ready." She looked at me for a few seconds, trying to process what that meant. I knew she understood exactly what I was implying, but it still seemed to take a moment to accept it.

She finally nodded, unable to speak, which was enough for me.

Nancy, always quick to try to escape complicated situations, stood up, apparently determined to get out of this mess unscathed. "Since everything is settled, I'm going home..." She started toward the door with false calm. But before she could touch the doorknob, I interrupted her, my voice cutting through the air. "Nancy... start getting everything ready for us. Rachel won't be long." Rachel stopped dead in her tracks, shock evident in her eyes. "What?" she said in disbelief, as if she were trying to convince herself that she had misunderstood. Nancy laughed nervously, thinking I was joking, as if I had some hidden sense of humor that she had never noticed before. But I kept my gaze fixed and serious. Nancy's laughter died the moment she realized I wasn't joking. It was clear that she didn't know what else to do. The weight of the situation was finally catching up with her. "Vincenzo..." she tried to say something, but stopped mid-sentence, not daring to continue. The truth was that both Rachel and Nancy needed to understand that their actions had consequences. It wasn't about revenge or punishment in the trivial sense, but about showing who was in control. I had allowed things to get a little out of hand while I was incapacitated, and now it was time to get them back. Nancy looked at Rachel for some kind of response, some kind of sign that this was all an elaborate joke. Rachel, for her part, was frozen, unsure of what to expect from me or Nancy. What would happen next wasn't something I could simply explain with words. It was something they would experience and learn from. I watched them in silence for a few moments before finally moving toward the door to the next room. "You two... will follow me. We have things to take care of." Rachel's eyes widened, clearly terrified by the suggestion I had just made. Nancy, on the other hand, tried to hide her nervousness, but the sharp movement she made in her swallow betrayed her. For a moment, she hesitated, perhaps waiting for Rachel to say or do something to stop what was about to happen. However, with few options left, Nancy walked through the door and into the torture

room.

As Rachel struggled internally with what was to come, she approached me. "Vincenzo, I caused all of this. Nancy had nothing to do with this mess. She shouldn't be involved."

I looked at Rachel without showing any emotion, keeping my voice cold and direct. "Don't delay, Rachel. Otherwise... I'll start with Nancy." Without waiting for a response, I walked into the room and closed the door behind me, leaving Rachel alone outside.

I walked down the hallway with firm, sure steps, replaceing Nancy at the end, fiddling with the gift Rachel had bought for me. She was clearly trying to keep busy and appear calm, but I could tell her mind was racing. I walked closer, watching closely as she walked. What she was doing.

"Indeed, this is going to provide a lot of fun for us." My voice carried a slight irony, but it still maintained a serious tone.

Nancy stopped in mid-motion, as if my words had completely frozen her. She looked at me, her eyes trembling, and repeated quietly, cautiously: "Knots?"

A slow smile formed on my face as I picked up a rope from the ground. Without saying anything else, I began to tie her. The knots were firm, immobilizing her arms and legs with precision. Nancy didn't resist, but I could see the tension growing in her body. Her breathing became heavier, and soon she began to bite her lip, as if she were trying to maintain a facade of innocence.

I knew she was just waiting for the right moment to let her true personality show. When I finished tying her, I stepped back for a second, analyzing the expression on her face. She was looking at me with pleading eyes, full of fear and desire at the same time.

Without warning, I slapped her face with the back of my hand, making her head jerk to the side. Her hair covered part of her expression, but I knew what was behind that mask of vulnerability.

"Let her out..." my voice was low but clear. I didn't need to explain. Nancy knew exactly what I meant. I wanted the other version of her, the one that didn't hide behind masks of fear or doubt.

Nancy took a deep breath, and when she turned her face back to me, her expression had changed completely. The mischievous, almost lustful look took over her face, and a dangerous smile appeared on her lips.

I smiled back, satisfied. This was exactly the Nancy I wanted to deal with.