Chained By the Italian Mafioso

ith each passing moment. I woke up in the same cold, sterile room every day, the same oppressive sil

ss that had already consumed me. Every day I told myself it woul

ho I was, or rather, who he had mad

enjoyed it. The way he watched me with that cold, calculating gaze made my skin crawl. Every look

me was beginning to accept it. To accept that

ousand thoughts that all seemed to spiral into one inescapable tru

I didn't need to look to know who it was. I knew

and I stiffened, my heart hammering in my chest.

dn't

repeated, his tone cold

iff, my muscles aching from the weight of the reality I had been fo

against the light of the day. His eyes immediately went

ng with disdain. - "A woman broken by her ow

w exactly how pathetic I was. I was nothing more than

falling over me. - "And I'm going to make sure you understand j

ouch was cold, like ice, but there was something else there. Something posse

he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. - "And when you do, when you've finally accept

words against my will. I wanted to push him away, to

ed, but my voice was

chill down my spine. - "You will, Suzete

my cheek, he stepped back, leavin

," - he ordered, turning and walking

cing. I felt disgusting. Revolted. I wanted to scrub his touch

mirror reflected the woman I had become-a shadow, pale a

s presence, but it didn't work. It never worked. No matter how hard I

l. The halls were silent, the air thick with tension. I could feel it-his eyes

le, a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes f

ordered, and I obe

chair seeping into my bones. I hated this.

if he could read my mind. - "You think you can fight this. You

didn't say anything. There was no point

, swirling the wine in his glass. - "In time,

asn't just about control. It wasn't just about power. This was about breaking me down

s right. I would beg. I would submit.

.

d feel his gaze, like a heavy weight pressing down on me, forcing me to shrink back. His presence was overwhelming, and I hated how

te?" - he finally asked, his

question catchi

d, my throat tight. - "Yo

, just a cruel amusement. - "Call it what you will, but thi

h I hated everything about this place, about him. But the word

. - "Everything about you is mine. Your body. Your thoughts. Your future. An

promises, made my stomach churn. But there wa

e this. I had

ice was barely a whisper, but I couldn't let him th

re of amusement and something darker. His eyes glinted

blood run cold. - "You'll beg for it. And when that time comes,

refused to cry. Not now. Not when I kne

ssed my arms over my chest, as if that small moveme

toward me. - "I'm not the monster you think I am. I can give you

st

trust him? How could I trust someone who saw me as nothing mo

brewing inside me, but I knew if I unleashed it, I'd only make things worse.

g me to look up at him. His touch was soft, almost gentle, but the

isper, but it held a dark promise that made my skin crawl. - "

fiance small but necessary. I wasn't going

ly audible, but it was steady. There was a small

saw something dangerous flash in his eyes.

tance only makes it worse. I can break you. I can make you forget everything you thin

right. I couldn't resist forever. But I wasn't going to make it easy for h

aving me. He was studying me, as if waitin

said, his tone suddenly casual, as if nothing

lked out of the room, leavi

pounding in my chest. I had to keep fighting. I had to

control, the harder it became. The lines between

e day, I wouldn't be abl