ONGOING
{Book one in the 'Dark' Mafia Series.}
"Kill me," She rasped, her voice hoarse. It was confusing, she wanted this, she wanted me didn't she? What an actress she is. My laugh was now bitter. "That would be too easy," I smirked before releasin...
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~November 23rd; 4:33 am ~
My eyes flash open to the pounding against the door, my skin sticky with blood, my body littered with cuts as I sit with my back to the wall. I flinch at the thought of Marco standing on the other side of the door, so close. I stand with my aching body and make my way as fast as I can to the bathroom. I grunt in pain when I finally meet the sink, evading looking into the mirror. I felt ashamed of not only my relapse but my violation, it was all whizzing by too slowly, I had too much to think about and very little to distract me.
I run the shower, carefully stripping from my clothes and getting inside of it. The water burnt, sinking inside the cuts that covered me, I shut my eyes and grit my teeth as the water rushed over me. I look down at the floor, why did he do that to me? Had I led him on? Did I anger him? What could I have done? I avoided him the best I could but he bound me here, in this room like his little prisoner, leaving meals at my door.
I hadn't eaten since Vincenzo left, the pain had left when the numbness came and I forgot about it almost completely. My throat was dry almost always from crying it was all too much. It stilled through time yet whizzed past me. My head was a war zone of my temptingly delightful thoughts to end it all and what I had done to deserve it all.
I stepped from the shower and with a deep breath, I grabbed the towel and hesitantly opened my bathroom door to reveal a room where Marco sat on the bed watching me contemptibly.
"Waiting for me?" I mutter.
"Were you?" He smirks suggestively.
I laugh humourlessly.
"Marco, please don't.."
I felt a sudden urge to back to the bathroom and stay there until my starvation kills me or until my cuts bleed out so much I lie in my puddle of blood.
At least then I had survived him, it gave him one last dig and my one last breath.
I blink inhaling as I feel the door behind me and Marco over me. I dreaded the next few minutes of torture I had to endure.
He pressed me to the door and I felt his belt come undone as my mind goes blank and I panic, struggling under his hold, the wood cutting into my already broken skin as if I were some porcelain doll to him.
