𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄|| 18+ ✔️

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With newfound determination, I stood up, brushing off the dust from my clothes. "This isn't over, old man," I declared to the empty room, my voice echoing in the darkness. "I'll be back, and when I am, you better have a better comeback than 'shut up.'"

I took a deep breath, mustering the strength to face whatever ridiculous challenges awaited me beyond that door. Little did my father know, he had just unleashed a hurricane named Azzurra, and nothing – not even his gloomy dungeon – could contain the storm I was about to unleash. Game on, Dad, game on. 

Later that day, as the shadows grew longer, the door creaked open once again. My father sauntered in, a twisted grin playing on his lips, a belt in his hand. "Well, well, Azzurra. Daddy's bored, and you know what that means."

I took a step back, my eyes narrowing at the sight of that ominous belt. "Please, Dad, don't do this. There's got to be a better way to pass the time. Sudoku, maybe?"

He chuckled, a sinister sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You always had a mouth on you, didn't you, ragazza? It's about time someone taught you a lesson."

I could feel the fury building within me, a storm of female rage ready to unleash its wrath. As he raised the belt, a fire ignited in my eyes, and I screamed, "I hate you!"

The crack of the belt echoed through the room as it made contact with my skin. I winced, but the pain only fueled the flames of rebellion within me. "You're a monster!" I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation.

He smirked, reveling in the power he thought he held over me. "Watch your mouth, Azzurra. You're in no position to be making demands."

But I wasn't about to let him silence me. With every strike, I hurled words like daggers, calling him out for the sins he couldn't bury. "You killed Mom! Sold my brother when I was five! I have no one because of you!"

The room vibrated with the intensity of my accusations, each word carrying the weight of years of pain and betrayal. I could see a flicker of discomfort in his eyes, a crack in the facade of his unyielding control.

"You're lying, Azzurra. I did what needed to be done," he spat, his face contorted with rage.

I staggered back, clutching my side, but my spirit remained unbroken. "You're a coward! A coward who can't face the truth. You ruined our lives, and for what? Power? Respect? Well, congratulations, Dad, you've got neither."

His patience wore thin, and he lashed out again, the belt finding its mark with a sickening thud. The pain radiated through my body, but I refused to let him see my tears. Instead, I mustered the strength to scream, "You're a pathetic excuse for a father!"

The room spun, a chaotic dance of agony and defiance. As he raised the belt for another strike, I locked eyes with him, my voice a defiant roar. "I won't let you break me, old man! I'll rise from the ashes, and when I do, you'll regret every moment you underestimated Azzurra!"

The final blow came, a searing pain that left me gasping for breath. But in that moment, as he stood over me, believing he had crushed my spirit, I found a reserve of strength deep within. I may be battered, but I was far from broken.

He stormed out, leaving me alone in the darkness, my body bruised but my spirit unyielding. The room echoed with the hollow sound of my laughter, a defiant melody that refused to be silenced. In the face of cruelty, I would rise. The storm named Azzurra would endure, and one day, the sun would shine on my victory. 

Later that day, as the shadows grew longer, the door creaked open once again. My father sauntered in, a twisted grin playing on his lips, a belt in his hand. "Well, well, Azzurra. Daddy's bored, and you know what that means."