My eyes fluttered open, but the room spun around me. Nausea forcing me to shut them again. I tried to move my body, but my arms and legs were restrained.
I'm so fucked.
I tried once again to open my eyes and focus on anything in the room I that surrounded me. First I noticed the canopy draping over the bed, then the ceiling.
I had to be in a cabin of some sort. My foggy mind trying to fill in the blank spaces in my mind.
"Oh, good, you're awake, reina." Miguel's voice made me want to cut my ears off and feed them to pigs.
"Fuck you." I spat at him, pure disgust written all over my face.
He got a wicked smile and his eyes wondered slightly as if he was reminiscing about something. He chuckled lightly before responding.
"Don't you remember the day I took your bastard of a man, your dearly beloved Giovanni?" Sarcasmism ringing in his voice, as he walks up to the bed and sits on the edge.
I frail my arms and kick my legs, but it's no use, they only thing I did was hurt my injured arm. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to give him the satisfaction.
"The day I cut your dick off."
That wiped his stupid smile right off his face.
His face turned cold, morphed with rage. His eyes were dangerous, but only for a split second. If I had blinked, I would have missed it.
"You'd be surprised what miracles surgeons are able to perform, now a days." He said nonchalantly.
"What the fuck do you want from me?" I yelled at him, my voice almost breaking.
He was like my recurring nightmare. He came in the dead of night and just started killing. Killing people I loved and cared about. Taking my peace of mind. Corrupting my soul with his filth. Shattering my heart beyond repair.
Was his goal to break me so bad I'd never been able to glue myself back together? To take everyone I loved until there was no one left to take? To leave me a hollow shell, a fraction of the woman I was 6 years ago?
"The same thing I've always wanted, only now I'm making sure you stay."
Has this man completely lost his mind? Am I destined to be surrounded by mentally ill men my entire life? What kind of sick joke was life playing on me?
I laughed at his delusional state of mind.
There is no way in fucking hell, heaven or earth that I was going to willingly stay by this man's side.
"How exactly do you plan on doing that?" I asked curiously, between fits of laughter.
"I already did it, reina." A malicious smirk crossed his face. "How long do you think I've had you here?"
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***Content warning*** 18+ ONLY - Mature theme -Strong language Cattleya has everything she could ever want. She is jaw droppingly beautiful, her demeanor demands respect, her confidence unwavering, has access to more money than she could ever spend...