The Mafia's Revenge Game

Elena's POV

He slapped me so hard that I stumbled. I could feel my cheek burning from the impact of the slap, I tried to protect myself from the punches, but he wouldn't stop.

He kicked me so hard in my stomach that I winced from the pain. Punching me from my stomach to my legs and face.

''You think that's an excuse to disobey me?" he growled, grabbing my hair.

"You belong to me, and I'll do with you as I please."

I gasped as he pulled my hair, ''simple instructions you can't follow!''

"Marcus, please," I sobbed, my voice shaking.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I was sick, and I couldn't make the sauce to your liking."

He stared at me, his face twisted into a mask of rage and disgust.

"You think that's an excuse for your disobedience?" he spat. And snared at me "You think that's going to make it okay for you to disobey me?"

I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. I didn't want to see the horrible monster he had become.

"Please, Marcus. I'll do anything. Just don't hurt me,'' I begged.

He let go of my hair, the sudden release made me stumble backward. For a moment, I thought he might be relenting. But then he stepped

closer, his hand tightening into a fist.

"Anything, huh?" he says, his voice like a blade cutting across my skin. "Then get on your knees and beg for forgiveness."

Trembling, I went down on my knees and cried out, ''Please forgive me.''

Marcus smirked and patted my head as if I was a dog to him ''Good girl'' and he left.

I slowly walked to my room, with each step I could take, I felt the pain coursing through my body. I entered my room and headed straight to the bathroom, hissing in pain as I gently removed my clothes.

Turning on the heater, I began to scrub, as memories of his abuse flooded my mind. The harder I scrubbed, the more tears streamed down my face.

I tried to scrub away the pain, but no amount of water could cleanse me of the emotional scars he had left behind.

I wrapped myself up after scrubbing for a long time, my body appearing wrinkled.

Laying on my bed, I cried all day feeling so hurt and betrayed.

'' It wasn't always like this,'' I whispered to myself. Closing my eyes, the memories of us in our first few months flooded my mind.

I could remember the date night and the unexpected expensive gifts. They vacation we took together.

He had always treated me like a queen; he respected me and made me feel loved. The only thing I had always done was to obey and love him. But now he had become a monster I couldn't even recognize.

I heard Marcus' footsteps approaching my room. He barged in, reeking of alcohol, a sinister smile playing on his lips

"Ven aquí cosita," (come here you little thing) he growled, I stood up and walked to him, my whole body shaking in fear. He flashed a mischievous smile at me before he started tearing my clothes.

Forcing me to the ground, grabbing my wrists tightly causing bruises on my skin.

I tried to push him away. ''Please don't do this,'' I cried out in pain.

He slapped me so hard that I could feel the sting, and yelled, ''Shut the fuck up!''

Spreading my legs open, the weight of his body pinned me down. ''Tell me you don't like it, huh'' he asked, thrusting me into my womanhood so hard, each movement causing me pain.

I closed my eyes wishing I could disappear. I felt like a helpless prey as I sobbed while he grunted, the sound of him breathing heavily on my neck made my skin crawl.

"Please, Marcus," I whimpered, pleading with him to stop, but he didn't listen. Rather he called out another woman's name as he reached his orgasm, leaving me feeling broken and betrayed all over again.

I slept with bruises and aches all over my body, feeling like the unluckiest woman in the world.

Waking up the next day, I heard someone knocking at the door. I jolted awake and rushed to open the door, scared that Marcus might punish me for wasting time in opening the door.

It turned out to be Capella, Marcus' right-hand man who announced,'' The boss wants to see you in his office,'' and left.

Reluctantly I went back to change into a comfortable dress and went to Marcus' office.

"Dress up by 7 pm. We're going to an event," Marcus ordered coldly, with no sign of remorse for what he did earlier.

"Yes, Marcus," I replied, feeling like a puppet with no control over my life.

"And one more thing," he added, his voice cold and sharp. "You are not to speak unless I give you permission, no flirting with any man. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded, "Yes, Marcus" I started to walk away, but he stopped me again.

"Oh, and one more thing, he said with a smirk. "You are mine. Don't forget that."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling trapped and helpless as I whispered, "Yes, Marcus.''

Hours later, I started dressing up for the ball, wearing a red silky gown Marcus had bought for me.l stood at the front door waiting for him, because the last time I delayed in dressing, he punished me.

He walked in, looking all handsome yet a monster.

''Let's go'' he ordered, without sparing me a glance.

'' yes,'' I murmured, and gently followed him behind.

Arriving at the ball he warned again, ''You better not embarrass me, and don't disobey my orders'' I nodded like a Child.

''yes, Marcus.''

The ballroom buzzed with music and energy. Marcus and I walked in, and immediately he sat with one of his partners. He went to them, leaving me behind.

I hated social gatherings and was trying to blend in.

All of a sudden, a man grabbed my arm, '' you look stunning,'' he slurred. I struggled to break free from his grip, clearly expressing my discomfort, but the man refused to release me.

Marcus saw us, and rushed to my side, ''What's going on here?'' He snapped, his hand gripping my shoulder.

''I-I was just complimenting her,'' the man stammered.

''Complementing her?'' The grip on my shoulder tightened.''She doesn't need you to compliment her.''

I felt a chill run down my spine as Marcus' gaze burned into me. The man backed away, mumbling an apology before disappearing into the crowd.

Marcus pulled me aside, his voice low and daring.''What were you doing, flirting with him?''

I tried explaining but he wouldn't listen to me. He hauled me away from the ball and dragged me to the car. Immediately we got upstairs, Marcus's fist connected with my jaw before I could speak.

"You worthless whore! I warned you to obey me didn't I ?." He punched me in the stomach, making me gasp for breath.

"No, Marcus!" I cried out, wincing in pain. "He approached me first, and I tried to ignore him. He grabbed me before you came."

"Liar!" he yelled, "I saw you flirting! You dared disobey me!"

Marcus continued to beat me and I cried out in pain.

Fortunately, Capella rushed in and pushed Marcus away.

"Stop!" he shouted. "You're going to kill her!"

Marcus turned to Capella, slapping him across the face. "How dare you interfere!" he, Just because you're my friend doesn't give you the right to do so!" With that, he stormed out angrily.

Capella's intervention felt like a lifeline, but I still felt horrible and devastated. I struggled to stand, leaning against the wall for support.

He tried to support me and I felt dizzy, I could see the room spinning, my head banging and I fainted. Capella rushed me to the hospital.

Looking around, I wondered how I got here, the last thing I could remember was fainting. I felt my head aching when the doctor walked in.

"Hello Elena, you need to relax and rest'' he said, smiling at me. "The man that brought you is outside, and congratulations you're pregnant"

"Oh my God, I'm pregnant!" I exclaimed, stunned and scared at the same time, my mind racing as I tried to process the news. How will I tell Marcus? What will he do? I know his obsession with preventing pregnancy, and I fear the worst. I am trapped in a situation with no easy way out.