THE DEVIL'S PREY
CHAPTER SEVEN
Xavier stormed through the corridors, his face flushed, a mix of anger and irritation. Madam Tessa followed closely, her concern growing.
They arrived at the cell where Sarah was held.
As the door swung open, Sarah's heartbeat skipped. Fear gripped her throat. She hadn't seen anyone since her confinement, and the first person she'd lay eyes on was... him.
The man who'd shattered her world.
Sarah's gaze locked onto his, and a wave of emotions crashed over her: hurt, anger, pain. Her chest constricted as if the air had been sucked out.
How could he? How could he do this to her?
Sarah's emotions erupted like a stormy sea as Xavier's gaze fell on hers.
Anger bubbled, boiling her blood. How dare he? How dare he deprive her of her life, cage her, and torture her?
Pain sliced through her chest, a sharp blade cutting through scar tissue.
Fear trembled within, threatening to consume her. Xavier's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, searching for secrets, if there were any.
Helplessness wrapped around her like chains, heavy and suffocating. Trapped, with no escape.
Sarah's petite body tensed, her mind racing. She wanted to scream, to shatter the silence, to shatter him. But her voice remained trapped, silenced by the weight of her emotions.
Her eyes burned, tears welling up. She refused to let them fall, refused to show weakness.
Xavier's expression remained unreadable, but his presence communicated control, dominance, and vengeance.
Xavier's eyes scanned the room, his face flushed with anger. His presence seemed to fill the space, suffocating her.
Sarah's frail body tensed, her mind racing. She wanted to lash out, to scream, to hurt him as he'd hurt her. Nevertheless, the weight of her feelings kept her voice trapped and muffled.
"Leave us," Xavier ordered Madam Tessa, his voice low and commanding.
Madam Tessa hesitated, unsure if she should abandon Sarah to Xavier's mercy. But Xavier's stern glance brooked no argument. She retreated, closing the door behind her.
Sarah's eyes never left Xavier's, her chest heaving with suppressed rage.
"Angel, you know you can't die yet", Xavier whispered, his face inches away from her as none of them broke the intense eye contact. Sarah could feel her pulse racing faster than usual, she thought he had loveable blue eyes. Now, all she could see were Dark eyes, which were filled with deep hatred and contempt.
"I am not your Angel" She whispered, earning a chuckle from Xavier. His anger slowly builds.
"Watch your tongue, Angel", Xavier muttered; She couldn't resist giving him the darkest glare that she could muster. She wouldn't deny the fact that she was scared but at least she has nothing to lose. The least he could do was to kill her. And Death is something she would warmly embrace right now.
Sarah's lips curled into a faint, taunting smile. "Why should I?"
Xavier's jaw clenched. "Do not force me to spill your blood today."
Sarah's voice was barely above a whisper. "You're killing me, anyway." She paused, "You are so pathetic!"
Xavier's face contorted, his eyes flashing with rage. The words cut deep, echoing a painful past.
"Pathetic bastard," Sarah repeated, seeing his expression made her feel better.
"Pathetic bastard," a familiar voice sneered.
"You're weak, Xavier. Pathetic. You'll never amount to anything," The man spat
Xavier's gaze faltered, his mind hurtling back to a moment he thought was long buried.
Sarah's words were calculated. She remembered her Father's Rule Number Three: "Taunt your enemy, Study their rage and uncover their weakness."
Her father's words echoed in her
mind "A man's greatest strength is also his greatest weakness. Find what fuels his anger, and you'll find the key to breaking him"
Now, Sarah's words ripped open the scar he had buried, exposing the raw pain. Xavier's vision blurred, his anger boiling over.
"You don't know what you're talking about," he growled, his voice barely contained.
Sarah's smile grew, taunting. "Oh, I think I do. You're hiding behind your powerless power and your worthless wealth. But deep down, you're still that pathetic boy."
Xavier's control snapped.
Without waiting any second, he slammed his fist into the wall beside Sarah's head, the sound echoing through the cell.
Sarah flinched, but her determination wasn't waning.
"You can't hurt me," she whispered. "I'm already dead inside."
Xavier's chest heaved, his eyes blazing with fury.
"We'll see about that," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice.
Without warning, Xavier grasped Sarah's wrist, dragging her out of the cell, Madam Tessa rushing to keep pace.
"Xavier, stop!" Madam Tessa pleaded, her voice laced with concern.
But Xavier was relentless as he completely blacked out. He dragged Sarah through the hallway, her body scraping against the cold and hard floor. Her dress tore, the fabric ripping like her dignity.
The mobsters gathered their faces a mix of curiosity and surprise. Eva stood amidst the mobsters, a little smirk playing on her lips.
Damian stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Xavier, maybe—"
Xavier's glare silenced him. "Mind your business, Damian."
Sarah's eyes blurred with tears as she struggled to break free. Her nails scraped against the floor, as blood gushed out from her knee.
The sound of her dress shredding, the scraping of her skin, and Xavier's heavy breathing filled the hallway. The mobsters exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the dangers of the event unfolding.
As Xavier continued dragging her, Sarah's mind went blank. She felt her father's rules slipping away, her resolve crumbling.
She was meant not to show any weakness.
But the weakness was all she felt.
Xavier yanked her up when they got to the training ground and pushed her into the chair that was available next to them. Sarah's eyes were red and the tears were threatening to fall, but she held them up. She would rather die than allow him to see her cry.
Xavier's grip tightened around Sarah's neck, his fingers digging deep into her skin. She struggled to breathe, her eyes widened with fear. She could see the determination to break her in his eyes; she could see how his veins were almost popping out. She could see how much the man before her despised her.
"You think you can taunt me?" Xavier chuckled dangerously. "You think you can run that useless mouth of yours?"
The mobsters continued watching the scene, looking to see what was going to happen.
Sarah's face turned red, her lungs burning. She tried to move Xavier's fingers off, but he was too strong.
Then Xavier's grip began to loosen, a cruel smile spread across his face. "No, I won't kill you. Not yet."
He released Sarah, shoving her to the floor. She gasped, air rushing back into her lungs.
Xavier looked into the small crowd before him and the mobsters shifted back. Xavier was known to be a beast whenever he was angry.
"Vinnie. I need you to administer punishment on this angel." He said.
And Gigi gasped. Rose and Joe looked shocked
Sarah looked up in confusion and her eyes widened as Vinnie, a burly and ugly-looking man with a very long scar on his face, came out looking so ruthless
"Fifty strokes of the whip," Xavier ordered, his voice cold. "She disrespected me."
Vinnie nodded. "As you wish, boss."
Sarah's heart sank. She gulped down into emptiness. A very long whip was handed over to Vinnie. The whip was as tall as Sarah. It looked like it was something that would kill her.
In the Sin-Nation empire, the whip punishment was a brutal punishment reserved for those who dared defy the clan's hierarchy.
Vinnie grasped Sarah's arm, dragging her to the hard floor. Xavier followed, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face. He smirked devilishly as he locked eyes with her. He only wanted to see her in pain and he would do anything to get that.
As Vinnie raised the cane, Sarah closed her eyes, waiting for the pain.
"Rule Number Two: Endure the pain," she whispered to herself.
The whip cracked down, and Sarah's scream filled the whole training ground. A satisfactory smile played on Xavier's lips.
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~RIZZO'S MANSION~
~IVORY'S SUITE ~
Ivory's heels clicked angrily on the luxurious tiled floor. In one corner stood a wide bag rack, showcasing a variety of designer bags in stunning styles. The queen-sized bed was spacious enough to accommodate five people, and the walls were painted purple, perfectly reflecting Ivory's vibrant personality.
In the center of the room, Ivory's hazel eyes blazed with anger.
"How dare he?!" she screamed. The humiliation Xavier had inflicted lingered in her mind.
She recalled how his blue eyes sparkled with mockery as he rejected her offer.
The more she thought about it, the more aggravated she became.
"Oh God, what am I going to tell Dad?" she muttered in frustration. "How could he resist me?"
"Argh!" she screamed, sweeping her arm across the dresser in a swift motion, sending her expensive perfume bottles and makeup crashing to the floor.
"Xavier Adrian," she gritted through her teeth.