Damien POV
My life doesn't have many people who are important to me and I will like to keep it that way forever. They say I am a murderer, a psychopath who will do anything just for fun, always finding a way to torture anyone who will get in my way. It's true but not completely, I do find pleasure in torturing people but to only those who dare to cross me.
'yeah really! Remember when you cut all of the fingers from Tom's hand just because he cooked Risotto instead of Fiorentina Steak'
This fucking stupid part of mine!
I have forgotten long ago what being normal means. My life has never been normal, I was never normal.
Family, I have one, a big complete family. But do I trust everyone? No, they just want money, power, and control over the Italian mafia which was only possible if they have me under their control or if I was dead. Huh, wishful thinking. It was one of the main reasons why I like to keep my family away from me, even my parents. I don't need any weakness in my life which my enemies can use to bring me down and neither I will ever allow anyone to become my weakness in any circumstance.
Looking down at her body pressed against mine, the warmth of her body engulfing every part of my body while I carry her in my arms to my penthouse. This is the same house where I bring all my fucks but Faith is not one of them, not yet. Even thinking about all the ways I can have her gives a rush of pleasure to my body. My control is losing day by day and I need to have her soon.
A thought crossed my mind, I can have her now and she won't even protest even if she wanted to. So what if she is unconscious, the moment I laid my eyes on her, she was mine. But what will be the fun if I cannot hear her moan my name as I fuck her mercilessly. I'll need to wait a little more until she is completely trapped in my web which I have been mending from the moment I have seen her.
Sighing, I opened the door of the penthouse scanning my finger for the password. The security guards gave me a curious look but eventually bowed down, they sure know when not to question their master. I directly strode towards my bedroom with my heart pumping fast with all the excitement my body can contain.
Laying her down on my bed, I stared at her body. My little seductress looked so delectable in a little black dress but how can she wear such a dress in public. She shouldn't have worn this dress in front of everyone, if she wanted attention, she should have come to me. But she didn't know now that she is mine. Fuck, she needed to know that she is mine, or else she will keep committing these mistakes and her punishment list will keep increasing. Hmm, I need to add what she did today on her punishment list.
I hope she will be able to bear all these punishments later on and then she will do what I say obediently, just like a good puppy.
Before I decide what to do with her, I freshen up myself and changed into more comfortable clothes, that is, only sweatpants. Faith, her name suits her well. She has too much faith in people around her otherwise why would she be here laying on my bed, unaware of all the things I could do to her.
I sat on the edge of the bed beside her and slowly removed her sandals, caressing her soft milky skin.
"Mmm...so soft" mumbling, I slowly moved my hands on her bare thighs, feeling every part of her skin. My hands suddenly froze as I heard her voice "umm...n-no." Such a smooth angelic voice she has but fortunately, she is still unconscious. Her body still reeks the smell of sweat, drink, and the boy who was all over her. That poor boy is probably breathing his last breath. I told my men that I will deal with him personally in the morning for even touching what's mine.
My baby girl cannot have any other person smell on her body except me.
Decided to give her some shower, I carried her to the bathroom. Unable to control my excitement to seek her what's beneath this little dress, I undressed her as fast as possible.
My breath hitched; my throat got dried as I gulped painfully. To say she was beautiful will be an understatement for the year. Her whole body was free of any marks or blemishes with a creamy texture as I gently glide my hands from her neck down her collar bones and down towards her two perfectly round perky breasts. "You both are mine" I muttered near her breast and bit her nipples harshly on both sides which definitely will leave some mark there. My hands were roaming around her body discovering every part of her like a treasure.
I kept on feasting my hungry mouth on her breast.
'What you are doing is wrong Damien, we cannot do this to her. She is not like everyone else we are used to. Don't do this, she won't like it.'
"ugh, shut up! You always have the wrong time to appear. And, what she doesn't know will not harm her. More importantly, she is ours so we can do whatever we want with her."
'let me out please, I also want to spend time with her.'
"NO FUCKING WAY!" I instantly shut him out somewhere in the backside of my brain. He is far too vulnerable to be out in this world.
After undressing myself, I picked her up and gently laid her back on my front in the bathtub. I started washing her body gently and feeling every part of it at the same time. She stirred few times in-between but remained senseless as I played with her body. This is so much fun.
For the next 30 minutes, I kept rubbing every part of her body with my bare hands. "Enjoy this treatment baby girl, very soon all you will be getting is punishment for being such a bad girl."
The day she will show her true color, as every woman around me does, will be the day I will throw her out of my life. All these things I'm doing are just because I'm bored with my usual types.
'you can't always lie to yourself'
Ignoring that nagging voice, I patted her body dry, dried her long hair, and then dressed her in one of my black shirts.
Hmm, she looks so fuckable laying on my bed in my shirt that controlling my needs seems more painful than ever. I need to fuck someone very soon.
Eventually, after groaning and imagining some more dirty deeds with her in my brain, I opened all the buttons of her shirt and then took her photos with every angle for my collection of her photos. No, one has the right to look at her body other than me. Maybe I should tattoo her body with my name, then everyone will know she is mine.
The idea doesn't seem bad but she will probably get upset if I do this. For now, I'll let her enjoy. I should think of the lies I'll feed her in the morning as to why she is here on my bed, in my clothes.
Removing every piece of my cloth, I laid beside her and turned off the lights. My hands unknowingly went inside her shirt as I laid my head on her chest "Mmm...this place feels warm." with that, I fell into the deep slumber where I have kept my demons chained from the entire world.
"All I see was endless darkness in the room with my body chained to the chair. I tried to move to ease the pain shooting through my ankles and wrists but all it did was making it more painful than already it is. It has been a month since they captured me and still, there was no sign of my father or any other member of famiglia to came for my rescue. I'm sure they are trying their best but these Russians for some reason are always a step ahead of them.
It's better to get some rest before they came to torture me again. Before I can even close my eyes, I heard a shuffling on the front gate of the cell where they kept me. I tried to figure out who it was since there is still some time before the actual time of torture. Finally, after unlocking the door, the person came to the view and was none other than Manya Ilyin. She was one of the members of Viktor Egorov, the don of the Russian mafia, but for some reason, she kept coming to my cell now and then and treat my wounds and gave me some food and water.
Maybe she felt pity for me and out of humanity, she did this, after all, they do say that women are more compassionate beings. Manya was a fairly pretty woman in her early twenties with a beautiful body. Even at the age of twelve, almost thirteen I can always tell when a woman is beautiful.
With a smile on her face, she moves towards with some food and medical kit in her hands.
"oh lord! What these men did to you. You look so wounded and beaten. Let me treat these wounds while you can have this sandwich" with a hopeful look in her eyes she handed me the sandwich as I nodded towards her to start treating my wounds. I never spoke to her or any of the other members when they come to torture me. They can try all they want, but they cannot break me. After all, I will be the future don of the Italian mafia, and showing weakness is something I have never been taught.
Manya slowly glided her hands all over my face, neck, chest analyzing the cuts and marks but something about her touch has always bothered me. Maybe I was overthinking because she was just treating my wounds.
I ignored all the possible negative thoughts and was just about to relax when her hands suddenly moved down my lower abdomen towards my pants. I shifted uncomfortably and was about to speak when she looked at me.
"Relax, I am just going to check if there are any cuts down there, after all, they beat you pretty bad every day" she spoked looking at my face but the look in her eyes betrayed every single word she spoke. I was not familiar with such looks and something told me that whatever look it was, it is something I should be careful of.
One thing my father carved in my mind was never to show any emotion because that's what they will feed on to manipulate you and have their way with you. Looking down at her, all I can feel was disgusted, betrayed, and shame at how naïve I was to think she was showing some humanity by treating me.
I wasn't unaware of her intentions now as she desperately moved her palms all over my pants, feeling every part of my thighs and groin. "mmm...this will be so much fun" she whispered slowly but enough for me to hear her words.
Not wanting to give my emotions away I kept my face as blank as possible, only wishing whatever she was trying to do make it end soon. But of course, nothing was going in my favor. She stood up removed her dress, standing in front of me only in her undergarments. I glared at her trying not to feel panic or give away any kind of emotion. "oh, stop looking at me like that! I'm sure you will enjoy this. Take this as me taking my repayment for all the time I have treated you and brought you some food. Without me, you would have been dead by now." smirking at me, she bends down and opened my pants down my knees. Internally I was shaking with fear of what's next to come. How can she do something like this to a mere teenager? I just felt like vomiting every bit of the little food I have consumed.
Manya started stroking my dick murmuring something in Russian. She was sick. A monster is hidden in the body of women, maybe all women are like this only. First, they will show you all the care and then their true colors. And this was the time when I started to think that was all females like this.
Not wanting to feel anything, I start to think about different things. What would I have been doing now if was not kidnapped by the Russian mafia? Presumably would have been training with my father and working on new skill sets. I hope they will come soon for me.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the opening of the cell for the second time today. I waited for the person to get in so that maybe she will stop molesting me. When that person finally came in view, all colors from my face were drained out, if any color was even there. There he stood the man, Mikhail Kotov, who beat me every single day, slicing my skin with a knife, whipping, punching, burning my skin a little every day since I have been here.
"Well, what do we have here?" he asked looking down at Manya with an evil smirk on his face. Looking back at him she smiled, "Ahh Mikhail! I was just about to have fun"
"How can you do that without me Manya?" with a fake pout on his face he strode towards us. They started conversing in Russian as I tried to figure out what they were talking about.
My world came to stop, as a drop of sweat formed on my forehead when they both looked towards me with hunger in their eyes.
Giving me a sickly-sweet smile, Mikhail removed his belt and walked behind my chair with Manya standing in front of me.
Panic and fear were all I felt before collapsing cold in the chair.
Little did I know this was just the beginning for their enjoyment and formation of life-long demons for me."
Gasping for air, I woke up panicked. This was just a dream. They are dead. I killed them myself in the most inhumane way possible.
Controlling my breathing and blocking all the thoughts about my past, I looked at the woman lying beside me still unconscious. Not want to lose control just by looking at her, I walked towards my en-suite to get freshen up for the day.
"Today I will definitely make her fall into my traps." With that, I smirked at the mirror looking at the monster I am.