(Chris's POV)
I hear footsteps coming to my cell. It's this repeating rhythm in my head everyday, but the two footsteps I usually hear are accompanied by another pair.
What are they planning to do to me today? Can't they see that I'm already broken? What more do they want?
The cell door slams open and I see the last person I thought would visit me. He said he wouldn't come down here to visit his father's murderer. He said he would leave my torturing to his guards.
I guess Giovanni has had a change of heart.
He walks in with two guards flanking his sides. I look up at the man that's the reason for why I'm in this cage. The reason for my 24/7 torture.
"You guys can leave us," Giovanni says to the guards and they close the cell after they leave. We sit in silence, neither of us saying anything. He just looks at me, his face baring no emotion.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit," I ask him. It's very sarcastic. Nothing coming from him is pleasant at the moment.
"I came to visit my favorite prisoner," he says, a smile forming on his face. The expression on his face boils my blood. I pull hard on my chains and try to kick him, but he moves away.
"You fucking asshole! You have the audacity to come in here and smile at me! I've been in here for more than a fucking month and you think I'll smile and joke with you? I swear you're dead when I get out of here!" I fight against my chains, wanting to bite his head off.
My body is slammed back onto the stone wall and old wounds open up fresh. Giovanni is right in my face, his nose flared like a beast and his eyes wild. I think our anger right now can be matched.
"You're a prisoner, a murderer. How did you think you'd be treated? You want chocolate, a nice warm bath, and new clothes? Well, that's too bad. You're never getting out of here unless it's in a body bag," he yells into my face.
"Then kill me," I yell back in his face. I don't care if being dead is the way I get out of here. I can't live like this anymore. Chained to the wall like an animal, fed like an animal, and hosed down like an animal.
"You don't get to die easy. If you die, you die on my terms because I own you now. You die by my torture, and trust me, you'll be begging for death before I'm close to being done with you."
"You have no idea how much I can handle. You shouldn't care anyways. Aren't you doing it for your enjoyment? You shouldn't care if I suffer." I taunt him, knowing he doesn't have the guts to kill. He may be angry over his father's death, but he isn't a murderer.
He's still that soft, kind boy on the inside and I know it. His eyes are cold now, but he'll realize what he's doing is wrong.
"You think I'd go on a killing rampage like you did after your mother's death," he asks. He's right. I was angry like him after my mother died and I wanted revenge for her just like he did, but I've realized now that it wasn't the right thing. I shouldn't have stooped down so low. My mother wouldn't have liked that I'd go killing other people in revenge.
The only reason I had to kill in New York was because they were going to kill us. I realize that I haven't answered him, but he seems to have come to a conclusion already.
"You're right. I will go on a killing rampage for my father, and I'll start with you. Tell the guards what you'd like to eat for your last meal." I pause in shock, not knowing what to say, but Giovanni was already out of my cell.
Well I guess today really is the day I die.
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"I'm sorry, Don. I just can't do this anymore. I've tried to stay strong, but there's no way I'm getting out of here," I whisper out into the dark cage around me as if Don will be able to hear me. I know he can feel everything I'm going through in this cell and he'll understand why I have to do this.
I can't live the rest of my life in this dungeon surrounded by mold and chained up to the wall. If they were to manage to get me out of here alive, I wouldn't have any of my sanity and I wouldn't want everyone to suffer for my insanity.
I hear the footsteps of the guards coming back to my cell. I lean myself back onto the stone wall and close my eyes. When they walk in, I hold my breath.
"Wake the girl up. It's her last meal before dies," one of the guards say to the other one. At least they're right about that. They haven't noticed that I've stopped breathing yet.
I hear one of them step closer to me and bend down to wake me up, but he pauses.
"There's something wrong. She's turning blue," he says. The other one comes closer to examine me as well.
"Hurry up and get the chains off of her. Lay her down and do CPR or something. Boss won't like it if she dies before she's tortured," he panics. While they undo my chains, I open my eyes slightly to look for the food tray.
On the tray there's a small portion of mash potatoes, fries, and a big steak like I asked for. They even brought a knife for cutting the steak. I close my eyes again as my hands drop from the wall chain and my body slumps over.
I gasp for air and jump to get the knife. They're shocked that my once lifeless body is now awake. Before they can register what's happening, I stab one of the guards in the eye and he screams out in pain.
"Grab her," he screams to the other guard as he holds his bleeding eye. It doesn't matter if he catches me now. I didn't grab the knife to kill them. I grabbed it to kill myself and end my misery.
When the guard lunges for me, I take the knife and slice across my neck. I can feel the river of blood run down my neck and onto my chest. The knife falls out of my hand and I slowly fall down to the ground.
"NO!" The guards rush over to me and try to stop the bleeding. I just smile at them as I feel my freedom coming back to me. I cry tears of joy. Granting myself a faster death is better than a slow, torturous death.
"This girl is insane! Boss is going to kill us." The guards argue back and forth as I slip away. I can see the light coming to take me away. I think I even see an angel.
"Are you ready to go," the voice of the angel asks me. It sounds just like my mom, angelic and strong.
"Mom," I call out to her.
"You miss your mom? Do you want her back," she asks me. I cry even more, coughing on some blood.
"Of course, mom. I love you. I miss you. This never would've happened if you were here."
"I'm not your mom sweetie, but I can help you get her back," the women says. She comes closer and now I can see she isn't my mother at all. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and German accent says enough for me to figure that out.
"I'll be reunited with her soon anyways." I tell the lady. I don't know who she is or how she got here. The guards are gone and I didn't even realize when they disappeared.
"What about your mate? He'll be heartbroken to find out you're dead," she says. "Wouldn't you want your mate and your mother?" I chuckle, coughing up blood.
"I can't have both without suffering," I tell her. I can feel my eyes getting heavier.
"But what if there's a way you could have both with no suffering?" I have no more strength to answer the question and I'm leaving consciousness.
But the last thought the runs through my mind is that I would love to have my mother and mate with me without having to suffer. In a world without suffering and just being with the ones I love.
"Then your wish is my command," is the last thing I hear.