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“I’d rather starve than eat the shit you serve me.” I narrowed my eyes and hid the pain I was feeling. I pushed it aside like my papa taught me. I showed no weakness, and they all hated it.
“Boss doesn’t want you to starve, don’t make me force feed you.”
“Fucking try it, I dare you,” I spat.
“That’s one dare you’ll wish you never made.” He laughed as he slammed the iron door behind him. The key turned in the lock instantly, and just like that, I was alone again.
I let the tears fall, the ones I only let fall at night, ones I could no longer fight.
“I’m coming for you, amore, I promise.”I heard him in my head, I could hear his voice as if he were here, and I wondered if he could hear mine.
* * *
Night had fallen. I hadn’t had a visit from the brutes but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t, one usually brought me food when the room darkened, then I was lucky enough to have the light on for at least fifteen minutes while I shoved the food around the plate.
As I lay in the darkness, I was startled by the noise of more than one person banging on the door with those pathetic voices, no doubt wearing their masks too.
“Dinner time, pretty princess.” What on earth is that damn nickname.
The door flew open to the irritating laughter of brute one, two and three. They flicked on the switch as I squeezed my eyes shut briefly until they finally adjusted to the lighting, no matter how dim. Once I flickered them open slowly, I noticed Ilya, who was previously known as brute two, was still nursing a broken nose which had now turned a gorgeous shade of purple.
“I told you I didn’t want to eat anything.” I faced the wall, giving them my back.
“Did you hear her?” Ilya cocked his head to the side. “As if we’re going to listen to want you actually want. You blew that the moment you smashed my FUCKING FACE IN!” he screamed as I stared at the small hole I’d been picking in the wall.
“Get the bitch up.”
Suddenly I was pulled to my feet by Ilya and brute one who looked extremely happy with himself after seeing the bruise on my cheek. They dug their fingers into my forearm as I winced beneath their hold and the moment they knew, they smirked at brute three who held a bowl of stone-cold porridge and how did I know it was cold? Because it wasn’t steaming like usual.
“Open wide.”
“Over my dead body!” I thrashed in their arms as Ilya fisted my hair, which caused my head to tip back. The moment I gasped was the moment brute one plied my mouth open.
“You should have thought about that before you were a smart ass and dared me.” He leaned in close as his lips neared mine. “You’re going to finish every last spoonful and you’re going to be fucking grateful.” He scooped up the beige mush on the spoon and shoved it into my mouth, the ice-cold oats had to be forcefully scraped off the spoon since they were that old and swallowing them was even worse, as the lump wedged itself in my throat.
“Wow, she can do as she’s told,” Ilya whispered from beside me as he ran his tongue up the side of my ear.
“Ilya! Stop it! We have orders to follow, nothing sexual, no beatings and lastly, make sure she eats, which as you can see, I’m doing.”
The next ten minutes were spent by me having to endure being spoon-fed like a toddler. I gagged, I spluttered, and I almost choked, but I did it. I showed them the woman I was, and they despised it.
“Now, open up one last time.” Brute three scooped out the last of the porridge on his boney finger and held it to my parted lips. “Don’t disappoint me.” He ran his finger across my lips as I had one thought in mind, and I planned to go along with it.
I opened my mouth without help and when he placed his grubby finger on my tongue, I clamped down as hard as I could, his roar mixed with a cry filled the room.
I barely had time to blink, let alone dodge the blow that landed on my stomach.So much for no beatings.I watched as the blood dripped from his finger onto the already blood splattered concrete. My stomach ached as I wheezed and tried to catch my breath. I had taken worse but this one caught me off guard, and I couldn’t lie, it fucking hurt! My hair surrounded my face as my body hung in the men’s arms.
“I think that one hurt.” Ilya laughed but not for long since he seemed to loosen his grip on my arm while he was having his outburst, which was the perfect moment to jab my elbow into his bandaged nose. He clutched his face instantly as the scarlet red blood joined his mate’s on the floor. “I should put you in the fucking ground!” He spat as his blood splashed on my bare skin.
“I’ll smile when you shovel in the mud, you pathetic prick!” I shook off brute one who stalked out of the room, unable to control his anger, and I was glad since he could probably knock me out cold.
“You don’t remember any of us, but we remember you, you little bitch, and keeping you here, hearing you cry during the night and watching you suffer the longer you’re away from your Lorenzo fucking Ricci and Daddy Dearest is what dreams are made of.”
“I thought your boss said no beatings.”
“Not without a valid reason and that gut punch had one.” He smirked as he shoved my aching body onto the bed with a creak.
“They’ll come for me and then you’re all fucked!” I screamed at the top of my lungs although it came out hoarse.
