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CHAPTER 8.

Trigger warning⚠️

Ciara let out a louder shrill as the whips landed on her bare ass, leaving another bruise. She was tied up excruciatingly on the small center table in the room and she was on her knees. Her clothes and panties were gone. She was naked.

She'd woken up minutes ago and seen herself in this sorry state. Naked, tied up, and bruised. And then the man in front of her hasn't given her a break since then.

Don Carianno. That's what he introduced himself as. The Boss of the Carianno family. Funny enough, she's never heard of them until they kidnapped her tonight. You could say she's been too busy in her world that so much vital information eluded her.

He's been torturing her with the whip and it's almost going to an hour now. Her frail, human body could only take so much pain in a day. She was reaching her breaking point and she hated it. She hated feeling this alone and afraid. Yeah, she was afraid, for all the right reasons.

"Tell me," He grated out, roughly grabb