MELISSA.
"Stop…" I protested but my voice only came out as a hushed tone. My body was betraying me, I was succumbing to his fucking touch…
"Fucking slut!" I heard him growl as his hand stopped their descent abruptly. I opened my eyes only to be met by his head hitting mine hard. The contact made me black out immediately.
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My head throbbed like a mallet was being hammered on it. I groaned, placing my hand on my head while I cracked my eyes open. What the hell happened? I must have had a bad dream. I think I saw Vincent from high school. No, that's impossible.
Sitting up from the bed, I looked around to ascertain where I was. My gaze landed on a man seated on a chair in front of me.
"Shit, not a dream!" I cursed. Vincent grinned widely.
"Welcome back." He beamed sickly. I have always known the motherfucker to be a psycho so no surprises.
"You headbutted me!" I growled when I remembered what he got me here.
"What, did you think I was going to fuck you right there?" He said with a scoff. I felt my face flush.
"I wouldn't even have allowed you to do anything to me." I retorted.
"And yet the way your body responded to my touch…" he trailed, the corner of his rosy lips lifting.
Leaning closer to me, I had to move back a bit. "Your body misses me, it misses my touch. You're. Craving. Me." He said as his lips spread widely into a grin.
"Shut up!" I yelled, lunging for him but immediately felt restraint on my wrists.
What? He chained me?
"You motherfucking psycho!" I yelled, pulling the chains but they wouldn't budge. My legs were also chained.
"Let me go!"
"Not yet, hell, not ever." He objected.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, my voice was already breaking. This guy was a psycho. I know him, I've seen what he can do. Even at a younger age when we were still in high school, he had done some crazy shit. What more could he do now that he has so much power? The fear that I had before about taking down Vincenzo Grant wasn't up to the fear in me now that I know who he is. I'm scared.
"I want to know why you wanted to kill me. Now I get that you didn't know it was your high school bestie you were sent to kill me but I also want to know who sent you and why." He said in a singsong tone. Bestie my foot!
"I will never tell you that!" I rebutted. I may be drowning in fear at the moment but I will never go against the omertà. I will never snitch my family.
"Hmm," he rubbed his chin.
"You know how it goes, kitten. We can either do this the easy and gentle way or we can do it the hard and perilous way." He grinned again.
"No," I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. I can't, I just can't.
"Very well then, have it your way." He said without remorse, standing to his feet and pulling off his black shirt. I watched his bare body, my eyes widening at the amount of tattoos all over his body.
He went over to his wardrobe and from a section of it, he brought out a small box.
"Kitten, don't be surprised about my new tools. Some things may seem different from how we did it before. Change is constant, after all." He smirked as he placed the box on a desk. After opening it, he brought a coiled rope.
My heart skipped as I shrunk back on the bed. "Don't you come any closer, Vincent; I…"
"Nope, it's Vincenzo, kitten. Don't make that mistake again." He cut me off and approached me with the rope, uncoiling it and grinning from ear to ear.
"Don't worry, this will only be like hold times. Look at it as…a reunion." He whispered as he climbed the bed with me.
I shrunk back against the wall as tears welled up in my eyes. Why did I choose to do this mission?
Vincent lunged for me, brandishing my two wrists and holding them together. There was no amount of struggle I pulled, I wasn't getting out of his tight grip.
He locked my legs with his knees, holding my whole body in place. With his free hand, he wrapped the rope around my wrists.
"Let go of me!" I screamed at the top of my voice, trying my best to jerk myself out of his grip.
But this motherfucking Don didn't leave. His cackles and maniacal laughs filled my ears as I felt the rope being tied around my wrists, its roughness piercing my flesh.
When he was done, he rolled off the bed. He looked at me with satisfaction.
"Now let's begin the main part." This time, he didn't grin, he had a dead serious gaze that held a deadly intent.
"You'll never get away with this, you son of bitch!" I spat disdainfully.
Ignoring me, Vincent climbed back to the bed and removed my heels. With wide eyes, I asked, "What do you think you are doing?"
He didn't answer me and just pulled my heels off completely. After that, he climbed up again and began to fondle my gown straps. What the hell does he think he was doing?
"Motherfucker, don't you fucking touch me!" I yelled, jerking my feet in all directions. But the muscular Don held my legs in place as he pulled my gown off my body.
I screamed at the top of my voice, feeling fucking exposed.
The look of satisfaction never left his face as he looked down at me.
"Now stay still." He whispered and went to his box again, pulling out a coiled leather black belt from within.
I swallowed hard as he uncoiled the belt and stretched it. "Don't do this, you'll regret it!" I half threatened.
"Would I?" He grinned as he raised the thick belt in the air. I cringed and shut my eyes as a shrill scream escaped my lips.
I heard a whooshing sound and a second later, a painful whip lashed against my lap. I screamed at the top of my voice. The pain surged through my skin as I felt my skin form an extra layer. Another lash descended on me and I screamed even louder. Tears rolled down my cheeks as more lashes landed on me, bathing me with excruciating p
ain.
No…no…no… my traumatic past was replaying.