1 Chapter 1: The Capture

Lucia Ricci's POV

Fuck!

That's all I can say for now. I was running around in Seattle and that motherfucker Adam Florenz showed up. I was running for my life but I got caught in their trap. Not that I was not being careful but something else was going on in my head at that time that made me careless in my escape.

I was being questioned and drugged so I don't even remember where I was right now. It was all dark and gloomy like the world was going to end tonight. Well, maybe it will but at least I have fun in my life.

The creak of the rusty cell took my attention as I was being blinded with some kind of sack over my face. Yeah, I know, a real classic. Bringing a prisoner into the cell at the dungeon, I guess, by the smell. It was horrible but I have it worse.

"You will be living down here for the rest of your life, bitch," the guard said as he was chaining me up at the walls. My feet as well as my wrists. I just don't get it why they have to chain my neck like I was a fucking animal. Well, maybe it was for precaution.

Afraid that I might do anything.

So, here I was, living in the dungeon after they removed my sack. It was dark and stinky that I just breathe in and out like it was a normal air to me. I guess I was enjoying to the fullest right now.

One thing I forgot to mention, they think I was sick. Not in the particular place that you can go to the doctors to, somehow mine was all up in there.

You know what I mean, up there, in my head. And right now, they think they can correct me just like that. As if I was an object, not a human.

Duh, males!

I was waiting and waiting for someone to come and greet me. I was wondering who would be a nut job to take me as their case study. Oh, I will give them a case, a nut case that they will run away scared.

I was smiling absently minded as I was reliving my life. You know, I was not always the bad guy. You never know my story as you just come to the conclusion that I was bad and I could never recover.

Pfft, as if I wanted.

No, this kind of sickness has something to do with my work in progress and the experiment had gone wrong. I was a scientist before I succumbed so low that I was practically crazy. You see what I did there, mad scientist.

And now, they will experiment in me for anything that I have been learning from the past years. I have been stuck in that traumatic experience again and again that I don't think anyone would come to my salvation and rescue me.

Well, maybe I was hoping so much.

One bad side effect of the test that I have been doing my whole life, I need sex. Like a lot of them. That's why you see me having so many guys that I cannot even count. Lucca, Marco, Oronzo. Yeah, the old man was not a good experiment but I think my exposure to that chemical has made me this way.

And right now, I wanted sex but no one to deliver it to me. I was getting desperate before I sensed something was coming my way. The smell that was almost familiar that I forgot anything I was about to say.

Wait, what I was supposed to say again? Ah, never mind.

And that's when my cell door was opening and that heavy masculine scent was hitting me like cold water. It was enticing and somewhat familiar. When I looked under my curtain of hair, it was none other than the person that made me this way.

Sean Copper.

Sean Copper's POV

It was stinky. It always stank. I don't know why I was here in the first place. I wanted to show the world that the minds were a great thing and this case of Lucia Ricci will be the best case that I would ever get.

"In here, sir," the guard said as he opened the door before a woman was shackled to her wrists and feet. She was shackled as well to her neck as if they were afraid that she might attack.

She was young and beautiful if not for the dirt that covers her blonde hair and pale complexion. My cock stirred in my body as I was doing the best I can to control my boner. Why am I reacting this way with her?

"Good morning, Ms. Ricci. How are you today?" I asked her as I took a seat at the chair that was available. I dismissed the guard as I was looking at her. She was not moving before I can see the smirk that was plastered on her face before her eyes were focusing on me. The blue eyes that haunted my dreams even now.

"Well, well, if it isn't my colleague, Dr. Sean Copper. Are you having fun looking at me like this? In this condition?" Her English was immaculate. No trace of Italian accent after all. She might be passing for American for all I know.

"I am here to cure you, Ms. Ricci,"

"Is that so? And why are you being formal with me? You used to call me Lucy after all," she taunted as she was looking at me. I can sense that she wanted to get out of the shackles but can't. I cleared my throat.

"I have a proposition for you to consider," I said as I was taking my notes.

"And what is that, Sean?" She asked. My name on her tongue was a taunt as she used to call my name all sweet and savory.

"Well, if you agree, I will get you out of this horrible island and rehabilitation center, but you have to give me the control on your body, mind, and soul," I said as I was looking at the notes of her condition. The doctors before me were thorough and I was guessing how much thorough they were with Lucia.

I could not deny it if I wanted but Lucia was a vixen and she will always get what she wanted.

"And if I refuse?"

"You will spend the rest of your life here. Without anything and anyone to contact. I thought you are somewhat a social butterfly, cannot be alone forever," I said as I closed my notes. I was looking at her shattered clothing as they did not bother to let her change. I felt angry somehow.

What have you done to my Lucy?

I cleared my throat as I shifted in my position before Lucia was smirking at me.

"And I want something out of you then, Sean," she said as she was eyeing me up and down.

"And what is that?"

"Your cock belongs to me, is that clear?" She said as she was smirking at me and for the first time after our encounter 2 years ago, I felt like that man who never had a woman in his bed before.