This Chapter is dedicated to jennyvergara. Hi Jenny, thanks for the golden ticket love. I luv u ╰(＾3＾)╯
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Two feet paddled on the marble floor as quickly as he could down to the lab.
"Master Osvaldo you called," Barnaby said calmly, staring at the man with ripped clothes already. His black hair flowed down to his back.
He looked wild, like his usual form even if he was far from being mad this ti. Osvaldo couldn’t forgive himself.
Not when he has woken up to hurting the one woman he cares about the most. He had hurt his penguin again. And this ti, she looked so terrified of him. She was scared, he had seen it in her eyes.
Osvaldo gritted his teeth at his thoughts. He didn’t an to hurt her, he would never hurt her. He could never destroy the only thing that entertains him.
He was burning.
His whole body felt like it was on fire. Heat pulsed through his veins, a fierce hunger crawling under his skin. His mind spun, teetering on the edge. He hadn’t recovered, not yet.
And this was what he hated about the madness.
The loss of control of himself. He hated the terrifying power of it.
He needed to cool this fire before it consud him. And there was only one person in the world who could help him.
Penelope.
Every part of him ached for her. He craved her, desperately, wholly, like a man dying of thirst reaching for water.
The monsters in his mind scread for her. He’d already tasted her sweetness. Her warmth. Her softness. And now?
He couldn’t forget it.
She was the only thing that grounded him. The only thing on his mind. Every fiber of his being scread for her.
But right now, if he touched her... he might never be able to stop.
He might lose control entirely, and he’d rather die than ever hurt her again.
"This is the key to her room," Osvaldo gritted out, sweat dripping from his face as he handed it to Barnaby. "Keep it away from . Keep away from her." He said.
Barnaby could see how hard his master was fighting to control himself.
"Yes, Master," Barnaby replied, stepping forward to take the key.
"How’s she?" He asked.
"Hughes is with Miss Penelope at the mont. She’s giving her a bit of background. Helping her understand what’s happening. You have nothing to worry about, sir. We’ll keep her safe... even from you."
Osvaldo gave a tight nod.
"Are the servants ready?"
"They are, sir."
"I want the chains doubled." His voice was firm now, colder. "Last ti, I broke free. This ti... I don’t know what I’ll beco." He started walking away, the evidence of his need poking through his trouser, and Barnaby could ignore it.
No one could.
The old man has never seen a man this huge before. He felt sowhat intimidated. If Osvaldo wasn’t so mad, he was sure all the won in Owlsgrave would be fawning over him. Not only for his look but for his big dick.
When Osvaldo reached the punishnt room, the servants were already waiting. They stepped forward imdiately.
"I don’t know how long this one will last," Osvaldo said, his voice low and heavy. "But whatever happens, keep my Penguin away from . No matter what."
The n bowed in silent agreent.
This ti, they didn’t just double the chains. They tripled them. The last ti he had broken free, this ti they were so sure he would not break free.
Osvaldo stepped onto the platform, silent and still as they fastened his wrists in place, tight to the cold iron wall. His breath hitched, but he didn’t flinch.
He welcod the pain gritting his teeth even more. He would endure just like he has always done.
Better him in chains... than her in fear.
The servants left quietly once it was done, the sound of heavy locks clicking in place. Now, at least, they could move through the mansion without danger.
Barnaby shut the door softly and made his way out of the penthouse. He would be sleeping elsewhere for the next few nights until his master recovered again.
Hughes on the other hand handed the keys to Penny to lock it from the inside while she retreated to her room too. For the remaining two days, they will all be locked in.
At least the Petersons were gone since their punishnt. No Ariana banging on the door or demanding attention. That alone made things more bearable.
Two hours passed.
Penelope hadn’t heard a single sound.
She thought Osvaldo would co knocking, maybe try to talk to her again. But the silence was unsettling.
She slipped into the bathroom for a shower, steam warming her skin. After drying off, she moved into the closet, choosing her clothes with shaking hands.
She slipped into the bathroom for a shower, steam warming her skin. After drying off, she moved into the closet, choosing her clothes with shaking hands.
When she stepped back into her room, she went straight to bed, curling up under the covers.
If things stayed quiet tonight, maybe tomorrow... she’d go see her ntor. She needed to help Osvaldo however she could.
Penny knew if she did nothing, it might repeat again and who knows if she’d be able to escape it this ti?
Just as she began to drift into sleep...
"Ahhh—HHH!"
Penny jerked upright, eyes flying open.
A growl. Low, guttural. Filled with agony sounded around the penthouse.
Then another ca right after.
Louder. Rawer. Like a wounded beast trapped in a cage.
Penny’s hands gripped the sheets, heart pounding. She knew that voice.
It was Osvaldo, and he sounded like he was in so much pain. Like he was in hell.
Penny bit her lips. Even if he had almost raped her a few hours ago, she felt pity for him.
She wanted to help him in any way she could. After all, she made him this way.
She heard footsteps, loud footsteps sounding harshly against the floor. And then ca silence.
Then... BANG!
The door rattled as fists slamd into it.
"Penelope!" Osvaldo’s voice was hoarse, rough, and broken.
"Penguin, please open the door."
Penny froze, slipping off the bed and tiptoeing to the door.
"Mr. Osvaldo?" she whispered.
"Yes, Penguin. Please... open the door." His voice was softer now. Gentle. Pleading.
"B-But... you said I shouldn’t. You said no matter what..."
"I know. I know what I said," he interrupted, his tone thick with emotion. "But I’m okay now. I promise."
"I’m sorry for everything that happened earlier. I didn’t an to scare you. I didn’t an to hurt you. Let fix this, Penguin. Please... let make it up to you."
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