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Chapter 16

Calina's pov

Groaning in pain, I slowly came back to my senses. As I opened my eyes, I was struck by darkness. But as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dark surroundings, I gasped in shock and fear, realizing I was in a place my family took our enemies to torture them, kill them, a place I thought I'd never be:

The basement of a mansion.

I tried to sit up but sagged down to the ground, lying on the cold surface, sobbing at the physical pain I felt.

My whole body hurt, the cold temperature in the room gave me shivers, the beatings I received, before he knocked me off by kicking me, made my entire body ache.

Just thinking about him and what he might had planned for me made me shudder with fear. I thought about my survival rate and it was: Zero.

I doubted I'd come out from here alive. I was at the mercy of a monster. He didn't even flinch or seem guilty as he drowned me, violated me.

In all honesty, no matter how often I told myself to be strong, I was scared, of him, I didn't want to meet him again, I didn't want to go through any more beatings.

I didn't act smart, I knew I couldn't convince him I didn't have anything to do with his brother's disappearance, otherwise I ain't be here.

He caught me lying, thinking my lies had to do something with his brother's vanishment he took me with him to question me more privately and try to find out if I really didn't know anything more about his brother or not by probably beating the shit out of me. I only hoped he'd realize that I didn't know where his damn brother was, and leave me alone.

Sighing, I tried to sit up again and succeeded. Exhaustedly, I leaned leaned my head against the cold wall, hoping the cold would numb the throbbing pain in my head.

Last time I felt like shit, like now, was when my dad wanted to marry me off with that monster in the mansion above me.

I tried to get into a comfortable position as my ass ached from being in the same position for hours. I hissed in pain as my stomach hurt due to my movements I did.

As I was about to check the injury on my stomach, I saw a man, dressed in black, look at me through the bars before walking away.

"Shit," I cursed angrily, I was mad at myself. The noises I gave from me made the man realize I had woken up, and he probably went away to let him know.

Sighing in pain, I checked the injury on my stomach while I was still alone. And I scrunched my face as I saw a big purple bruise on my stomach, it looked bad, making me think if I might have any internal bleeding.

"Oh! That looks nasty," I heard him say, which immediately led me to pull my shirt down and look up before our eyes met and I froze.

He opened the cell and walked inside. Leaning against the nearest wall, he looked at me with grin on his face, saying he enjoyed my miserable condition, he was pleased with what he had done to me.

"Why am I here? I've already told you everything," I said, pulling my legs to my chest to protect myself from him, I knew it was pathetic, thinking curling myself into a ball will protect me from him, but mentally it made me think I could.

"Why are you here?" he repeated my question thoughtfully, looking at me," Maybe you're here because I found a lot of money in your home, which you didn't tell me about, remember?"

"I'm so sorry, I forgot," I said nervously. "And that's why you're here!" he claimed, "You might remember more things you forgot to tell me!"

"There's no more to tell, I already told you everything," I told him, feeling like broken disk, repeating myself over and over again, but his thick head wasn't understanding me, or he didn't want to, I guess it was the latter one.