♞—Lorenzo
"I'm in a good mood today," I told him, "I'm gonna let you choose. Waterboarding or I could drill a hole in your head"His eyes widened as he tried to shake his head frantically. He bit on the gag in his mouth, his veins popped out everywhere and a layer of sweat covered his body.I had been torturing him for three months now, I had a rule. I always torture them for ninety-two days. And today was his ninety-second day.It was over for him.I picked up the drill. "I think we should go with the drill"He made animalistic sounds through the gag. I think he was trying to say something, trying to get his last words.I wasn't so ruthless. I was going to grant him his last words.I stopped before him and pulled the gag out of his mouth."FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF—" I calmly put the gag back."That was a waste of breath," I said as I walked around him and stopped behind his back.I dipped my head and got closer to his ear. "I'm going to enjoy your pain very much. You see, pain is the only language I understand, and when people scream in agony, it's like the most beautiful harmony in the world for me, so, I want you to scream all you like, I want you to show me how much it hurts. It's going to be so much fun for me but unfortunately not for you. Goodbye, Rico"I straightened back to my full height. His head was in place and his hair was shaved off completely. I chose the spot it would hurt the most; I turned the drill on. The whirring sound resounded in the cell. It was soundproof, he could scream all he likes, as much as he wants.I placed it in the middle and watched as the drill worked to dig a hole into his skull. The blood was instant, it sprayed around, over my face, my clothes, all around me. The smell, the color, the screams of agony—it was magnificent.I breathed it in.I lost myself in it.Drilling hole after hole, I didn't know when the screaming stopped, I don't know when his attempts to break free halted, I was too far gone into madness to see what had become of the man I had been torturing for the last three months.But then he stopped bleeding...He almost ran dry of blood, it was all spilled.I finally looked around me, the cell was filled with the color red.I dropped the drill to the ground and stepped out of the cell, aware of the blood-filled shoe prints that followed me.I wiped my face and stepped up the staircase, leading to the garden shed of Don Niko's Mansion.Getting out, I looked up at the sky; it was still morning when I went inside and now the sky looked almost black. I wiped my face and continued to get to the main gates."Lorenzo!" a soft voice called me and I stilled.I looked at her from over my shoulder. Mrs. Evangeline Costello—seven months pregnant with Don Niko's child. We don't say no to anything she wants, it was an unspoken rule."Come on, join us for dinner" she gave me one of her warm smiles.She invited me in. I can never understand her. I was covered in blood from head to toe, she knows what I am, and what I am capable of, she is completely unfazed by the scars on my face but she doesn't get scared of me. She doesn't call me a monster. Everyone knows I'm a monster but she doesn't think so. So, I don't understand her, I never have but I know that if anyone would even think of hurting her, I'd skin them alive without a second thought.I shook my head. "I'm not dressed for dinner"She placed a hand on her waist and lifted a shoulder. "It's just a little blood"I swallowed, not wanting to say no to her but I also don't want to ruin her dinner. All this blood and my face could ruin her appetite. She was vulnerable, she was pregnant, and she didn't need the likes of me around her. "I think I should go home and take a shower first"She blew out a breath like children do. "Fine!" she turned on her heels and went back inside where she is safe. Good.I walked out of the mansion and went straight to my car. I brought the engine to life and drove all the way to Brooklyn.I parked the car before a salon and watched the woman working on another woman's hair. This salon was in the lowest neighborhood of Brooklyn, it wasn't a very safe or secured area. Lecherous and perverted men hung around every corner because the salons were just a cover for the brothels.I watched as she finished up on her hair and showed her what it looked like by holding a mirror behind her head.The woman who worked in that salon was Lola, she was a prostitute; she ran from her village in Mexico when she was twenty-one and she came here. She said she liked doing what she did, she said no one forced her into this. This was her choice. It was the only reason I come to her.The woman stepped out of the salon and Lola was left alone inside. I got out of the car and went to her. The bell above the door made a sound as I walked in which caught Lola's attention."Lorenzo..." she whispered, her eyes wide, taking in the blood on my clothes.I walked past her, grabbing her arm along the way. I walked into the backdoor that led to the private rooms."Which one's free?" I asked.She entered the second door to the left and I followed behind. I took off my jacket and the bloodied white shirt along with my trousers."Am I allowed to ask whose blood that is?" she asked."No."She giggled. "How do you want it, my big bad man?""On your knees."She smiled and got down on her knees. She was good to me. Did everything I asked without asking questions. Didn't pry into my life. Didn't like to make small talk. This was nice.She got on her knees and did what she did best. She pleasured me with her mouth. I could be as ruthless in sex as I am in real life and she didn't mind. She let me take control of her body.Maybe, it was only because I was paying her but this works for me. She doesn't touch me anywhere else. She feels warm and soft in my hands, something I'm not used to."Get up," I ordered and she did. "turn around and raise your skirt"She did as she was told, she bent over the table, spreading her legs, offering her cunt to me.I pushed my cock hard into her; she screamed, grabbing whatever she could to keep her balance.I fucked her ruthlessly.I fucked her savagely.I fucked her till I was fucking satisfied.Then I pulled out and spilled all over her ass.I pulled up my pants and tossed her two thousand dollars. I know how much she needed the money. I put on the jacket and grabbed the bloodied shirt before I went to the door."Did I ever tell you that you are my favorite customer?" she grinned."No, you have not"She laughed and grabbed the money before hugging it. "I could kiss you right now!""I do not kiss."She rolled her eyes. "I know, I was just sayin'—""Never say that again.""Okay..."I pulled the door open and went out, going back to my car.I drove to my home, I never thought I'd have a place I could call home. For a kid who had spent his life on the streets, this still felt made-up.I turned a few lights on and went to take a shower. I watched the rest of the blood washing away from my body.I dried my body off, changed into my boxer shorts, and sat on my bed, pulling out a box of cigars—they were a gift from Don Niko. I lit one up and lodged it between my lips.My phone vibrated over the nightstand, I grabbed it and saw Scott's name flash across the scene."Scott?""Where are you?"I took a long drag. "Home.""Get your ass to the warehouse!"I blew out the smoke. "Why?""Are you forgetting that we have got a Royal fucking wedding to crash in the morning?!""Shit!"I forgot about that.♕—Delilah "He is going to kill me, mama" I whispered, staring at myself in the mirror. This beautiful white gown felt like a death sentence. "...that's what he did to all his wives" Mama stroked my curled hair and she adjusted the veil in place. "No, he won't, my Delilah is stronger than that. If anyone can change that man, it's going to be you" My heart felt so heavy, tears burned in my eyes and I shook my head in negative. "He won't change, mama! This isn't a fairytale. He isn't a prince. People like him... they don't change. I'm going to die," I whispered the last part to myself.Everything was in order, Jack and I were supposed to flee last night but I'm not sure how some of the guards got wind of it. The gates were sealed shut, I didn't even get to see him last night, he was taken away before that. From what I have heard from Rita, Jack tried his best to save me, he took the blame and told everyone that he was the one who filled my head with such ideas. He did it all for my
♕—Delilah I felt so thirsty. My head hurt. My eyelids felt heavy, it was all so dark.I was in a moving car, that much I could sense. My whole body was curled in an odd position.I tried to pull my hand to my face to get rid of the cloth covering it but couldn't, they were stuck behind my back, tied together with something rough. Then it hit me. Jack. My wedding with Alexander. Those men. I ran. They caught me. I was drugged. I was kidnapped. Panic shot through my veins; fear overpowered my body as I started to thrash around. I tried to scream but the gag in my mouth made it impossible for me to utter a word. "Ah, the woman of the hour is awake" I heard a faintly familiar voice say. It was the man who was chasing me in the forest, the one without the scar. I stilled; fear turned my veins to ice. Shivers crept through my body. "Get her up" I heard another deep voice that I didn't recognize. Someone grabbed my elbow and pulled me up into a sitting position, they ripped
♕—Delilah I pressed my back against the stone wall, my hands wrapped around my stomach as an urge to urinate doubled. I slammed my head back into the wall a few times, frustrated by my helplessness; hopelessness. I had no idea what they wanted from me or why I was here. I needed to use the toilet so badly but I refuse to do it because of the camera in the corner of the room. They were watching me, they were watching my every move. This was inhuman and humiliating. I couldn't even use the dirty toilet, I gritted my teeth. Shaking my head, I thought about something else, I tried to distract myself. Think about mama, think about Anthony, what they must be doing right now? Will papa look for me? Will he hurt mama for telling me to run? My heart drowned in my chest as I thought about Jack. It seemed so long ago since I last touched him, I remembered how I spent our last night together, I was crying my eyes out while he whispered sweet nothings into my ears, kissed my tears away, and to
♕—Delilah Evangeline looked me up and down. "Is she wearing her wedding gown?" then some kind of realization dawned on her face. "Is she the princess from the royal wedding that I specifically told you not to kidnap?!" she turned to her boyfriend. I nodded hysterically. "I am, I am the princess. They drugged me and brought me here and they had been torturing me ever since" "TORTURING YOU?!" the driver shouted, taking a threatening step my way. "Scott!" Evangeline snapped at him and then again faced her boyfriend. "Evangeline, I never promised you that I won't kidnap her" She frustratedly threw her arms in the air. "Nikolai, you can not kidnap an innocent just because you hate her father and fiancé. Kidnap the father, torture him not her" "We hadn't been torturing her, Evangeline," Lorenzo spoke and my eyes widened at how soft his voice was, how gently he talked to her, and how he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. Is he in love with his boss's pregnant wife
♕—Delilah He shoved me into his car brutally like he wasn't handling a human being but a worthless toy. He made me sit in the passenger seat and made his way around the hood to get to the driver's seat. My eyes darted all around me, looking for an escape, looking for a way out. I needed to run, I needed to trick him and run. I was just waiting for him to take us outside, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs, and call anyone and everyone to come for my help. I throw myself out of this window if that's what it took. But the next thing I knew, he gripped my upper arm, pulling me closer to him. He handcuffed me to my seat, I didn't resist because I didn't want him to know that I was planning on getting away from him. Next, he pulled a blindfold over my eyes and fastened my seat belt in such a weird way that I was restrained against the car seat. Shit! Shit! Shit! And then a prickle in my neck. I winced. Bastard.┈┈┈┈․° ☣︎ °․┈┈┈┈My mouth was as dry as a dessert. I peeled ope
♕—Delilah I crawl back onto the bed, trying to get away from him. Shaking my head side to side in defiance. "No!" "Take off your clothes" he demanded once more. His face was devoid of any emotion. My heart raced, my blood churned, and I shook my head hard, swallowing. Please, God, no, please, please, God, no."No!" I screamed, my tone coated with fear.Before I could reach for the other lampshade, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I fought him, I fought him hard but he was too powerful, too strong. My attempts to hit him did nothing to him, my punches didn't even faze him. "Do it before I do it for you" the threat was real, he meant each and every word. I kicked him with my free leg but he grabbed it too in a single hand, he shoved his other hand into his pocket and whipped out a pocket knife. My breath quickened and I used every muscle in my body to stifle a whimper. He was going to rape me. I’d only ever been with Jack. The only guy who I had ever let i
♕—Delilah My eyes went to his hands and I noticed the ropes and some kind of collar; the one you'd put on a dog. I slowly stood up, my back still pressed against the wall. I watched as he closed the door behind him, locked it, and slid the key into his pocket, my eyes followed his every single movement. "What is that?" I questioned, trying to keep my trembling voice strong. He didn't answer me, he just approached me like a hungry wolf, his evil eyes gleaming in the dark. I tried to move but the panic set in, freezing every muscle in my body. "What are you doing?" God, I was regretting, I was regretting my decision of choosing this monster, I should have stayed in that dirty cell, I should have just stayed there. Don't cry! Don't cry! Don't cry! God! Delilah, please don't you dare cry! He opened up the rope and I raised a finger, "Don't you dare step closer to me! Get back!" He only stared at me with a blank face before he stalked towards me and within two to three long stride
TW: This chapter include graphic references to topics such as self-harm and violence. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈♕—Delilah I sat over my bed, the after-effect of the electric shock I received yesterday wore off through the night. My muscles still ached but anger consumed me more. I don't care who these people were and what had they done, they couldn't be worse than my own father. I had lived with animals my whole life, I was to be handed to a beast in the name of marriage. So, if this person thinks that I will be afraid of him and will cower away in his presence then he is wrong. I have tried everything I could possibly do while being locked up in this room to take this collar off my neck but it just wouldn't come off. I slammed the back of my neck into the wall multiple times; it only hurt me, and nothing happened to the metal collar. I wrapped my arms around myself, I was still dressed in his clothes, I don't know how many days I will have to spend in them before I get to change cl