Taming the Devil

Chapter two

ELENA'S POINT OF VIEW

A DEADLY GAME

Dante flung the door open and hurled me onto the bed. Panic shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I scrambled backward, desperate to put distance between us. My hands fumbled against the bed sheets as I tried to crawl away, but he was much faster. His hand caught my ankle, yanking me back with such force that I fell flat on my stomach, the breath punched out of me.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, and I twisted around to face him, terror clawing up my throat. His eyes blazed with a twisted satisfaction as he loomed over me, his shadow swallowing the dim light in the room.

"Didn’t you want to find evidence against me?" he mocked, his voice low and menacing. "Now you’re gonna get the best treatment ever."

I didn’t have time to respond as his hands gripped my gown, and with one violent motion, he tore it apart. The fabric shredded beneath his hands, and I was left trembling, covered only by my bralette and panties. My heart pounded so loudly that it drowned out every other sound, my mind reeling in disbelief.

I pressed my knees together, trying to shield myself, but he didn’t seem to care. His gaze dropped to my body, and I forced myself to remain as still as possible, praying it would somehow make him lose interest. I swallowed hard, fighting back tears as he moved with brutal efficiency, pulling down his trousers.

“No!” I screamed, thrashing as his hand pinned both of mine above my head, his strength overwhelming mine with ease. My legs kicked wildly, but he caught them, forcing them apart as his smirk grew wider.

“Please,” I choked out, my voice cracking with fear. "Don’t do this... I have a phobia of blood. You can’t take my virginity this way…please! I'll drop the case…I won't survive…I'll do anything please!"

He didn’t respond, not with words. Instead he ripped off my pants, his face remaining cold, as he positioned himself between my thighs. His grip tightened around my wrist, as he penetrated me roughly in one goal. I felt my hymen break and immediately pain shot through my body, tears pouring down my cheek like an ocean.

Instead of some kind of pity, Dante began thrusting hard, fast and then faster by each minute. The bed was creaking beneath us as my p***y burned like fire. My screams filled the room, but no one came. I was trapped in a nightmare that wouldn’t end, and slowly, I felt my strength slowly fading.

Minutes turned into agonizing stretches of time, and I couldn’t tell how long it lasted. All I knew was that my mind went numb, detaching itself from the torment as darkness started to close in. My body stopped fighting, unable to muster the energy to resist anymore.

At some point, he grunted above me, his body shuddering, as he released in me, before he moved away, his breath harsh and uneven. I didn’t move, too weak and broken to attempt to escape. My vision blurred as he yanked his trousers back up, and I heard the metallic click of his gun being c****d.

"No woman will bear my seed again," he muttered, almost to himself, his gaze flickering down at me, his eyes narrowed. "I promised myself that."

A chill crept through my veins, and I forced myself to look at him through bleary eyes. He aimed the gun at me, his face twisted in contempt.

"Since I came in you, I’m going to kill you. Consider it doing you a favor from my misery and killing two birds with one stone—you’ll be off my case, and I’ll finally get some good sleep." Immediately he finished those words, he pulled the trigger, shooting me in the stomach, and almost immediately he shot again at my arm.

Pain seared through my stomach and arm as I gasped, it felt as if air was punched out of my lungs. Agony lanced through me, but I couldn’t scream anymore. My body trembled violently as I fought to stay conscious, but everything faded into a murky haze.

The last thing I heard before the darkness claimed me was his voice giving orders to his men.

"Dump her in the forest. Let the wild animals feast on her body."

And then... nothing.

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I saw myself running, but this time, I was a little girl again, running barefoot through the dusty path, my father’s frantic voice echoing behind me.

“Hide! Elena, hide!”

My heart thundered in my chest as I darted behind the old oak tree, pressing my small body against the rough bark. My hands trembled as I peeked out, just in time to see my father rushing toward the door. He didn’t see me…he didn’t even try to hide himself. Five gunshots rang out in quick succession, and he crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.

He struggled, facing my direction as his gaze met mine—soft, full of regret—but he managed to drag himself toward me, leaving a crimson trail behind. His trembling hand reached out, grasping mine.

“Promise me Elena…that you'd fight,” he whispered, his voice choked with pain. “Serve justice... no matter what.”

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My eyes shot open, and I coughed, spitting out blood. My body was stiff and throbbing with pain, but somehow, I was alive. Confusion swirled through my mind.

Why?

Why had fate spared me?

Was this heaven’s twisted way of granting me a second chance at revenge?

The metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth as I forced myself to sit up, gritting my teeth against the fiery pain in my stomach and arm. My fingers brushed over the gaping wound in my abdomen, and I knew that if I didn’t get rid of the bullet soon, I would die for real this time.

Panting heavily, I scanned my surroundings, realizing with a sickening dread that they really had dumped me in the forest. Towering trees loomed above me, and the faint rustle of leaves made my pulse spike with fear. I was alone—vulnerable and injured.

My hand crawled through the underbrush, searching for something—anything—to help me. Finally, my fingers brushed against a sturdy stick. Gritting my teeth, I slipped my bra off and stuffed it into my mouth, biting down hard to brace for the pain. I angled the stick, pressing it into the wound with shaking hands, trying to pry out the bullet. The agony was indescribable, a burning, searing torture that made my vision blur.

I worked relentlessly, sweat drenching my body as my cries of pain muffled against the fabric. After what felt like an eternity, the bullet dislodged, and I spat the bra out, gasping for air as I blinked away tears. Blood soaked my trembling hands, but I couldn’t stop…not yet.

With dwindling strength, I moved on to the wound in my arm, enduring the same excruciating process. Darkness pressed at the edges of my vision, but I pushed through, refusing to give up. When the second bullet finally came free, I used the bra to wrap around my waist, securing it as best as I could.

I dug the sturdy stick into my arm again, doting at the third bullet and after what felt like forever, I finally pulled it out.

Summoning the last of my energy, I pushed myself to my feet. The world spun dangerously, and my knees buckled, but I forced myself to stand, determined not to succumb to weakness. I couldn’t afford to collapse, at least not here, where wild animals would surely tear me apart.

The forest kept swaying and blurring, before I could take another step, the darkness closed in, and I collapsed into the bushes, unconscious.