Maxwell turned off the computer when he saw that Adam had gone to sleep. He was excited. He was older than Adam, but he still had a lot to learn from him. For he did know how to satisfy his dark side. And Bonnie was his Camille, Adam's Camille.
Maxwell went to bed with his penis erect, and before sleep came, he reflected on everything he was supposed to do. He reproached himself. Life was so simple with Anna that he forgot all about the hustle and bustle of the Costas, the spying and the danger. He left Camille helpless in the hotel. That would never happen again. He would become even more meticulous than his brother.
...
Maxwell had a restless night's sleep. He woke up and looked at the clock on his bedside table. It was still five o'clock in the morning, but he was no longer sleepy. He got up and put on shorts and a gym shirt. It was still early, but the heat was already there. He went for a run inside the property and discovered that it was huge. Trees and pine trees lined the paths he passed, and there was a wide variety of flowers that adorned the property. He ran until he found the wall, which he knew his father-in-law would provide so that they would never be caught by surprise.
He saw a camera and waved at it. He decided to keep running around the wall, and after an hour of running, non-stop, with a sweaty body, he found a small house. It was beautiful, and seemed to be very well looked after. It must have belonged to one of the employees, and he headed there, motivated by his thirst. He saw a woman in a uniform similar to the ones his father-in-law required his employees to wear, and approached her.
"Good morning." He said and the woman, who must have been in her forties, looked at him in surprise. "No need to worry. I just want a glass of water."
The woman looked towards the entrance to the house, and Maxwell followed her gaze. And when he saw who was standing in front, wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, he doubted his sanity.
"Camille?"
She smiled at him and ran into his arms, oblivious to his sweaty body. Maxwell pulled her by the hair to make her move away from him, and stared at her inquisitively after she let go.
"What are you doing here?"
"Your men said you sent for me and put me here." She said with satisfaction and covered the place with her hands. Maxwell followed her gesture and noticed the presence of armed men everywhere. Her father-in-law made sure she never left. Henry created another green house. One just for him. And Maxwell liked that idea. She didn't need anything outside. That place was ideal for a person who only served one purpose; to be his dog.
Maxwell took her by the hand and led her into the house. It wasn't a big house, but it had three bedrooms, an office, a kitchen, a dining room and a gourmet space. It was also comfortable. He felt grateful to his father-in-law for providing it. He entered one of the bedrooms, still dragging Camille by the hand, and threw her in, violently. She stared at him in amazement. He approached her, ripped off her clothes and, without bothering with foreplay, penetrated her in the ass, after putting her on all fours. He started fucking her hard, and she screamed for him to stop, which made him increase the pace. Just as he was about to orgasm, remembering Adam's video, he pulled her up and made her kneel, while he ejaculated on her face. But unlike Bonnie, she looked disgusted, and he slapped her.
"Lick it all off!" He shouted angrily.
"No!" she denied defiantly.
He slapped her again, this time harder.
"Lick it!"
Her eyes filled with tears, and she obeyed him.
As soon as Maxwell was satisfied, he pulled up his shorts and stared at her with an angry glint in his eye.
"Next time, I want you to roll over, and I also want you to show your desire, your pleasure, with moans! I want you to ask me not to stop!"
"Are you crazy? I didn't feel any pleasure!"
"Pretend you feel it, Camille. It's for your own good. I'll have the maid put the TV on an adult channel so you can learn and give me pleasure when I come looking for you again."
"You won't find me here anymore. I'm leaving. Do you think I'm going to accept that kind of treatment? Have you completely forgotten the promise you made me yesterday? Where's that Max? I'd stay here for him. But I'm never going to let you keep using me in that aggressive, disgusting way!"
"You don't know what I am, Camille. And I already feel pity when you find out..." He said and took a deep breath. "There's no way out of here, Camille. Settle for your fate."
"I'll call the police!"
"You can try. But even if you had a cell phone, how would you tell them where you are? You don't know the language, let alone where you are now."
"Are you telling me that I'm your prisoner now?"
"Camille, I'm sorry about that. But there's no other way. My father-in-law found out about us, and he won't let you live if you try to leave here... And there's no point in trying to kill yourself. I know my father-in-law and he must have taken steps to make sure you can't do that. He's replicated the security of the green house, here, in this place... Maybe he'll have mercy on her life, if Anna doesn't accept that I'll continue to visit her. But if she does, she won't know any other part of the world... I'm really sorry." He said, feeling pity for what he was doing to that girl. Death was a less cruel fate, but if it had to be someone, why not her?
Camille stared at him with tears drying on her face.
"Didn't you have plans to flee to a country where your brother wouldn't find you?" She asked, thinking quickly.
"We still do. But make no mistake. You'll be taken with us and put back in an isolated place like this."
"We'll see." She said threateningly, and left, going to the room she had chosen, and entered the bathroom for a long shower.