RopeBurn
"We don't talk enough
We should open up"
Chapter Twenty Two
Disrespect
Elvira
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"If you insist, Micetta." The smirk spreading across his face made me want to wipe it off with the back of my hand.
"You are such an ass. I need help showering, I'm not trying to screw you." This earned a frown from Marco, who moved beside me.
"C'mere.." Marco slipped an arm behind my shoulders and one underneath my knees before lifting me out of bed. As hard as I tried I couldn't prevent the wince that escaped my mouth. The pain was bearable, but that didn't make it any less agonizing.
"Could you be a bit more gentle?" I asked, slightly squirming in his arms. The movement only irritated my wounds further.
His grip tightened. "Perhaps if you'd stop struggling against me this wouldn't hurt you so much, Micetta." A groan slipped from the walls of my lips as my hand moved up to his face to push it further away from myself. "Stop it, stop moving. You're going to hurt yourself." Marcos feet didn't leave the floor for another step. Instead he came to a stop, his head bowing to look at me.
Light from the window illuminated half of his olive skin, the almond curls turned to a lighter shade now that they were under the suns rays. For a moment the breath inside of myself seemed to be unable to travel from my windpipe to my lungs.
"Elvira." Marcos index finger brushed away the sweat drenched hair from my face. Each finger lingered against my skin as they moved across my face. "Why don't you behave yourself? You always make things so much more difficult than they need to be." I dragged his hand to my lips and brought his fingers closer as if to kiss them. Instead of the expected kiss I bit down onto his index finger.
"Cazzo!" Marco nearly dropped me when he tried to pull his fingers away. The bite ushered him to start walking once again. The room turned to a blur as he began to stride to a large wooden door. I was sat onto a marble counter, the sweatpants that hand around my waist loosely were ripped from my body in a rush. Yet even in his hurry he stayed handling me with a gentle touch.
(Fuck!)
Once again my body was lifted with ease and placed inside of a bathtub the size of a jacuzzi. It most likely was one due to the jets located around the sides. "I said a shower Marco-" my voice was quickly cut short.
"I can't allow you to stand for that long, Micetta" hot water started to collect around my feet, quickly rising to my ankles. The water made loud noises as it slapped against the bottom.
"I was shot near my heart not in my legs. You're so damn dramatic, Meathead." There was no energy left in me to fight with him physically, so vocally was the only way I could keep him at arms length.
It had nearly been two months of being trapped behind the walls of this compound. The only attempts to escape I had made backfired and led me into more trouble with each try. All I had left now was Dante, if he was what he said he was.
It was hard to believe someone who was a rat in the Mafia. Clearly he had been in the Mafia quite some time based off on how Marco trusted him enough to drive us around. So was he really working with Conti or was it yet another trap that I should avoid?
As time passed by my defenses seemed to break down brick by brick. Was that Marcos plan all along? He hadn't tried to keep me tamed, perhaps because he planned to play the long game instead of rushing things. This fight between us seemed to be endless.
"I'm dramatic? Hah.." Marcos hand dipped into the water and surfaced to pour water over my right shoulder. "Have you met yourself? You are the queen of being Dramatic." Solemn expressions returned to his face. The blank slate made it hard to tell what he was thinking.
"Name one time I was being Dramatic." I didn't budge when a cup of water was poured onto my head, nor did I complain about it.
"When you threw pasta into my face." His large hands moved into my black hair, suds forming as his fingers massaged the shampoo in. My eyes shut to avoid the soap gaining access inside them.
"You tricked me into wearing vibrational underwear and cut off my climax."
"That time you tried to climb from the skylight regardless of your fear of heights and limited sight." Nails came in contact with my scalp, scratching away the impurities that had previously buried themselves in my pores.
"You kidnapped me." I countered, leaning my back against the edge of the tub.
"You avoid me at every chance you get, as though I have hurt you once before." Marco eased my body down so that my head was almost completely submerged. One of his hands held me from under my back while the other rinsed out my hair.
"You've threatened me multiple times."
"Your life is in my hands, Micetta. What you need to learn is that if I wanted to kill you, you would be dead." The hand that held my back moved to my neck, my eyes opening at the new threatening position."I love you, Elvira. If I have to wait until you're old and wrinkly before you comprehend that than I will."
The honey eyes that often captivated me held anger. The expression his face held warned me to choose my next words carefully. "Oh Marco.." My hand found it's way to the one of his that had wrapped around my neck and my nails sunk into his skin. "I'd rather die than become your object. I will never return your feelings. Give it up."
Veins in his neck and on his forehead seemed to pop out from under his skin. His teeth gridded so loud that I could hear them over the flowing water. "You will love me, even if I have to scare you into it." His hand gripped my neck tighter, my heart skipping a beat.
"And how do you expect to scare me? We both know I don't scare easily." The water was the only sound heard for the moments that followed. The cogs in his head spun as he thought of a plan. A way to punish me once again.
"I hope you can hold your breath."
"What?"
A warning wasn't given before my head was forced to submerge under the clouded water. My arms reached to grab ahold of the singular hand he had holding me under. My long nails scratched at his skin in hopes he would let up his hold on me.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins, dulling the pain from the gunshot wound I had received prior. My heartbeat seemed to spike to panicked levels. Margo dragged me to the surface by my neck only seconds after being under the water.
"Are you scared now?"
Coughs came from my mouth, my hands still trying to pry away his from my throat. "Fuck you!" Like before I found myself being thrown under the water.
I had been unprepared, a scream escaping my lips once I was under. Unfortunately for myself the scream allowed water to enter into my lungs like the breaking of a dam.
Marcos face could be seen hovering over me from underneath the cloudy water. My body thrashed around wildly, causing his appearance to come out blurry.
My lungs burned, the more I fought against the monster the more my energy depleted and the more the water seeped in. Like before Marco pulled me from the water. Unlike previously his hand moved from my throat, allowing me the space to breathe.
The water expelled itself from my throat after serval coughs. I moved so that I was halfway over the tub and retched up both bile and water that had found its way into my stomach.
"I'm sick of your disrespect. Sick of the way you constantly taunt me with your words." He stood up from his spot beside me on the floor and tossed a light grey towel in my direction. "I may not kill you Elvira, but from now on? Don't expect there to not be consequences to how you treat me. I've let you stay wild much too long. Clean yourself up, I recommend doing it before the adrenaline runs out." He left the bathroom quickly, slamming the door behind him so hard that it bounced back open.
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Song: Sign of the Times / Harry Styles
1/6/2021
You all should check out the Spotify playlist my friend made me. It's called, " A mafia playlist because my friend needs one for her story or something"