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glass slipper behind? No. It had been a methodical move. A move that ended with the prince on his knees, between her pulled up dress, to “see if the shoe fit.” Next thing you know…Cinderella is queen and ruling the land.
    I hopped out of the cab and entered the elevator, a sadistic smile playing on my painted lips.
    Yes…I was Cinder-fucking-ella.

CHAPTER FIVE
    The condo building was eleven floors high, with exactly as many units. Each floor was a single residence, some 3,700 square-feet in size. Scarface must have been quite frugal all these years, squirreling away his illegal earnings, and pouring the money into his three hundred-sixty degree view of River Walk. The elevator itself didn’t move, even after I’d pressed the seventh-floor button. Instead, it simply blinked. Then that eerily familiar voice came over the intercom.
    “Ah, I see it’s you,” Scarface chimed, his voice oozing with arrogance. “You’re late, bitch.”
    Evidently, the elevator had a camera. He must have pressed something on his end, as the elevator finally began to move. When the doors opened, we were in the front entranceway of his condo. It was an open concept, and to my surprise, quite tastefully decorated. Scarface approached me from the left, but I’d been too busy glancing around to give him notice.
    I had a compliment on the tip of my tongue over the décor when my knees buckled. I felt a pain unlike anything I’d ever felt before radiate through my entire body, paralyzing every fried nerve. My eyes rolled back in my head and I almost swallowed my tongue. Was I shot? I felt like I’d been electrocuted. Time stood still. I couldn’t move while his evil face hovered over me. He bent down to do something with my arms, but I couldn’t feel them. Only when my limbs stopped shaking, did I realize they had been moving. My wits started to return, and then I realized what he’d done to me.
    Oh fuck! The asshole had tazered me.
    He handcuffed my arms behind my lower back while kneeling on my ass.
    I don’t know how, but I had recovered enough to speak. “Wh-why did you do that?” I stammered, still confused and in shock. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
    “Oh, just for fucking fun,” he answered. “I love this thing. Watch.”
    Another loud zap echoed around the room and another painful shock ran through my body from head to toe. He tazered me again. This time, I must have temporarily passed out. By the time I awoke, he had cut away my top and bra, leaving me bare-chested, but my jeans were still on. I lay frozen on the cold, hard, ceramic tiles, face down, my tits pressed onto the floor. He took hold of my long dark hair, winding it tightly in his grasp, and pulled me. Literally. Along the floor.
    I arched my back to keep from tugging against the force, and lift my breasts slightly so most of my weight rested on my stomach. As he dragged me along, I felt my nipples flick against the grout between each tile. Luckily, I slid across the floor with ease.
    Until we got to the carpeted living room.
    “Here, let me show you around,” he teased.
    He didn’t stop dragging me. My stomach and breasts, especially my nipples, now suffered from rug burn, adding to the pain in my scalp. With my wrists cuffed behind my back, I had no way to defend myself, and kicking my legs only made matters worse.
    Finally, we stopped. Not because he wanted to show me some mercy, but simply because he became breathless from to the exertion. He flipped me over onto my back. Chancing a glance at my own breasts, I noticed they looked sunburned due to the friction. He kneeled down and took hold of my poor, unprotected nipples.
    As he spoke, he emphasized certain words. “I’m not sure why I have such a desire to hurt you,” he said, rather matter-of-factly. “Is it because you’re so damn beautiful ?” Pinch. “Is it because you’re Gene fucking Albanese’s daughter ?” Squeeze. “Or, is it because you were stupid enough to come here, by choice ?”