Nico watched the exchange with a carefully neutral expression, but his gaze lingered on Violet's face, taking in the shock and fear in her blue eyes.

He knew how ruthless Sal could be when it came to debts and payments. And poor little Violet here had just been thrown into the lion's den, with no idea what horrors awaited her.

But there was nothing Nico could do. He was Sal's consigliere, not his conscience. His job was to help Sal collect what was owed— even if it meant using and abusing innocent young women like Violet.

Still, as Sal led her towards the door to begin her 'training', Nico felt a pang of sympathy for the terrified girl. She clearly had no idea what she'd just agreed to.

"Mr. Rossi," Sal called over his shoulder. "Be a dear and show Miss Evans to her new quarters. I'm sure she could use some time to...acclimate."

Nico bowed his head, walking beside Violet. He could see the way she trembled as she walked, arms wrapped tightly around herself. He wondered if she was crying behind those long lashes.

They stepped into the elevator and Nico pressed the button for the fourth floor, where Sal kept his private rooms.

As the doors slid shut, blocking out the light, Nico cleared his throat.

"I know this is frightening," he said quietly. "But I need you to understand..."

Violet looked up at him, eyes wide and tearful in the dim light. "Understand what?" she whispered.

Nico sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "You're going to have to be...strong for this," he said bluntly. "Sal doesn't make idle threats. He'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants."

He fixed her with a hard look, trying to drive the point home.

"But I promise you...if you do exactly as he says, no matter what, he will keep his word and let you both go once your debt is paid."

Violet shivered, hugging herself tighter. "And what about my brother? Will he be okay?"

"I'll look after him," Nico promised. "I give you my word. But I need you to be brave for him now."

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, revealing a hallway lined with doors.

"This way," Nico said, leading her down the hall to the last door on the right. He unlocked it with a key card and ushered her inside.

The room was luxurious beyond belief— expensive carpets, silk bedspreads, expensive furniture. Violet looked around in disbelief.

"You'll stay here for now," Nico said, watching her face. "Rest up tonight. You're going to need your strength for tomorrow."

He hesitated in the doorway, an unexplainable surge of guilt rising up in his chest.

"Remember, Miss Evans...stay strong," he said softly. "No matter what he does to you...stay strong and keep your eye on the prize."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Violet alone in her new cage.

6pm came all too soon. Violet found herself standing nervously outside the study door, her stomach churning with nerves and dread.

She had spent the day locked in her room, obsessing over what Sal might have planned for her. The skimpy lingerie made her feel exposed and vulnerable, a delicious treat just waiting to be devoured.

Violet took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door, her heart hammering in her chest. "Come in," Sal's voice called from inside, a dark promise in his tone.

She entered hesitantly, head bowed as she closed the door behind her. The room was bathed in dim, flickering light from the fireplace, casting long shadows across the floor.

"Look at me," Sal commanded, voice like a whipcrack.

Violet raised her eyes to his face, flinching at the raw hunger she saw there. He was seated in an armchair, a cup of wine in his hand, grey eyes watching her silently

"Strip," he ordered. "I want to see what I've bought."

Violet felt her face burn with humiliation, but she knew better than to disobey. Slowly, hands trembling, she reached for the ribbons of her corset, untying them with her fingers.

The corset fell away, revealing her breasts to Sal's burning gaze. He made an appreciative sound low in his throat, eyes roaming greedily over her naked flesh.

"Keep going," he rasped, taking a sip of his drink. "Show me everything."

Biting her lip, Violet slid the scrap of lace down her hips and let it pool at her feet, leaving her completely bare before him. She fought the urge to cover herself, standing there with her head bowed as he drank in the sight of her nudity.

"Exquisite," Sal breathed. He set his glass aside and rose to his feet, moving towards her with predatory grace.

He reached out and ran a finger along the swell of her breast, making her shudder.

"Such perfect tits," he purred. "I can't wait to sink my teeth into them."

Violet gasped as he tweaked a nipple roughly between his fingers, sending sparks of pain and pleasure racing through her body. She couldn't help arching into his touch, shamefully aroused despite herself.

Sal chuckled darkly, reading her reaction. "Getting wet already, are we?" He pressed a thigh between her legs, rubbing against her most sensitive flesh.

Violet bit back a moan, her hips jerking involuntarily against his leg. She could feel herself growing slick with need, her body betraying her.

"Please..." she whispered, though she wasn't sure what she was begging for. To stop or to continue? Her mind was a muddle of fear and desire.

"Please what?" Sal murmured, twisting her nipple harder. "Please fuck you? Please fill this tight little cunt with my cock?"

Violet whimpered, grinding herself against his thigh shamelessly now. She was so close already, balanced on the edge of orgasm. Just a little more...

Sal must have sensed it too, because he pulled back suddenly, leaving Violet shocked and aching.

"No, no," he smirked. "Not yet, pet. You don't get to come until I say so."

He shoved her roughly down onto her knees before him, one hand fisting in her hair. With his other hand, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick, hard cock.

Violet's eyes widened at the size of him, dread and unwanted anticipation twisting in her gut. This was really happening. He was going to rape her.

"I want to feel that pretty mouth," Sal growled, dragging her head forward until her lips brushed the swollen head of his dick.

Violet could taste the salt of his skin, smell the musky scent of his arousal. A lump rose in her throat as she parted her lips, allowing him to push inside.

He was big, stretching her mouth as he forced himself deeper. Violet gagged and sputtered, saliva dripping down her chin as he fucked her face with ruthless strokes.

"That's it," he grunted, holding her in place as he used her mouth. "Take it all like a good little slut."