His Preziosa | Book 1 of The Italian Hounds Series COMPLETED.

Running With The Devil. 37.

4 Months, 17 Days.

Precious's POV. 

I bit my fingernails, ripping the skin. I wiped my fingers against my bruised, purple and green skin. I walked around in circles around my cage as I slapped my head harshly with the palms of my hands. I silently muttered to myself over and over and over again. My eyes scanned everywhere as my eyes went wide at the sound of my cage door opening. I quickly rushed to the floor as I kept my head bowed, eyes closed, palms on the tops of my dirty thighs.

"How's my little wife been?" Conan patted my hair as I shivered with fear.

I continued muttering to myself as I continuously picked at my skin – making the weak, fragile skin peel and flick of my bones. I wrapped my slender, skinny bones around myself as I laid my head against my knees – which I pulled up close to cover my chest.

"I – I --- I can't take this – anymore!" I pulled at my hair which was tangled around my hands in a harsh grip.

I rocked on the balls of my feet as I chanted those words over and over and over again, until my voice became hoarse. I coughed violently; the cough rattled through my sunken ribs.

"I – I can't take this..." I violently coughed up blood, I smeared it on my battered cheek, "Can't – take this anymore."

My face was violently pushed against my neck as I heard a ripping sound.

I screamed feeling a blunt object being shoved deeply inside my wrecked intimate place. My words bubbled up inside my mouth, bile burned the top of my throat, threatening to spill out at any given moment. I heaved deeply, feeling the sharpness cut deeply into my channel. I heard a taunting laugh coming from Conan as he grabbed me by the chin, he moved my head to face him.

"How dare you say such a thing, have I really treated you that badly to warrant such drivel to come out of those pretty lips?" '

He tightened his hand around my chin, "Well?"

I shook uncontrollably as I felt him apply more pressure on my chin, my lips trembled as a whimper of pain bubbled up to my lips.

"Akph!" I cried heavily feeling the red burst of pain erupt from one side of my jaw to the other.

My shaky hand clutched my now hanging jaw as I screamed out in desperation. I fell off his lap as I landed deep onto the object. I stopped talking as my hand felt around shakily to pull it out. I bit my tongue as the pain increased.

I screamed louder than humanly possible as I gripped it within my weak grip. I fell on my side as my legs convulsed. My hand scraped the dirty floor as I heard a sharp metal – I looked directly at my hand as I saw what that monster had shoved so far up me, I almost choked on it. It was a knife – splattered with dried blood. I couldn't hold the bile which had already started to erupt from my mouth. I wiped my mouth, grimacing at the pain it caused me.

I scrambled to get up as I held the knife out towards Conan. I flicked it in my grip as he tried to advance towards me.

"NO!" I yelled, scared.

Conan just chuckled at my fatal attempt of protecting myself, "beauty, what are you going to do with that huh? Kill me?" Conan laughed louder, throwing his head back.

I flicked the knife at him again, "l-l-let me go."

Conan whipped his head quickly towards me, "let you go?"

He etched closer towards me, "LET YOU GO?!" He yelled in fury as his fists connected with the wall beside him.

I flinched as my shoulders caved in on my body, I threw my hands up to cover my ears as I heard his vicious snarls echoing through the cage I had been confined to.