"I know you're lying, elizabeth." he frowns, stepping closer to me, but hes only kindling the fire lit within me.
"fuck. you." I smile, my sweet words filling the cold room.
You can hear the buzz of the light in the basement, im strapped to a chair with ropes, in a fully concrete room. The lightbulb is bare, but next to me, lay a set of heavily disturbing torturing tools.
"You chose this."
"How the fuck did I choose this? I have never murdered a single person, not as much as you, you know what you are? you are a-"
"what could I possibly be? what is it? a physco? a killer?"
"Worse. you're a murderer." His chin quivers, he hates murderers, yet he must have plenty of self-hatred.
"Im- im not a murderer, you know that." his voice is shakey, letting me know i have gotten through to him.
I tug on my ropes to get closer to him,
"You enjoy the thrill of the peoples screams, dont you?" I hiss through my teeth, his jaw clenches at the truth.
"You know, Valentino, I thought you could be a good person. But look where we are, back to fucking square-one."
His eyes burn holes into me, his chin is raised and his eyes lowered, making him quite literally, look down on me.
He leans forward, but as he does, I notice a syringe in his hand, bundled away. This motherfucker is putting me under - im not a dog.
"Dont fucking put me under anaesthetic, Valentino."
"What a shame you don't have a choice - well, you never did, did you?" he asks, before a pain spikes through my side, it feels like something sharp bounces off my sides, however, it doesn't last long, soon it empties,
until I then feel empty.
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I wake up in a completely different room, its ash black basically everywhere, its kind of cute, I sit up on my elbows while eye-searching the room.
Its empty - its also, not ou- my room.
I start to yawn and go to cover my mouth, and bring my legs up, but I just tug.
Valentino (curse thy name) has handcuffed- actually, anklecuffed - me to my own bed.
my thoughts are interupted by the devil himself.
"speak of the devil," my voice is hoarse and my throat burns.
He grins as he looks at me, eyeing out my cuffed ankle. Ew. Thank god im wearing socks, he probably gets off to feet.
"Your phone is taken off you, ill uncuff your foot but fortunately no one has to deal with you until I decide, elizabeth."
"Will you stop saying my name at the end of every sentence?" I scoff.
He uncuffs my foot and I immediately jump up and begin pushing him to the wall until Ive got him close enough to being pinned, but as he always does, he spins us around just as im about to declare my victory.
"What happened, Valentino. What changed? Why are you acting so... errati-"
"You're just a silly little girl, aren't you? do you know what would happen if I let you go? you would be trafficked, and im sure you dont want that, do you?"
I spit at him, he grimaces and wipes his face with his spare hand, before parting away and leaving to go do some sneaky ass shit again - smoke weed, sell weed, sell coke, snort coke, sell guns, buy guns, you know, the usual!
He leaves me at the wall, in shock.
Am I seriously going to be locked in my room until that little cunt decides I can leave? Im flabbergasted.
What.
What about my pet shark (that I don't have- but I will) called destroyer that will wear a bow that I have to feed?
Is he that terrible.Hes a stupid Fucking robot killing my pet shark.
WHAT ABOUT LAUREL?
I could tear up at the thought.
he really is truly heartless.
I'm going to die without saying my last words to laurel...
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Love Isn't Real- A mafia romance<3 (Completed)
RomanceA short story. 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙰𝙱𝙴𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻𝙾 When she is forced into an arranged marriage, her life seems to crumble in front of her. But will falling in love with the very problem help? She finds out about her family being in the mafia - all the...
