CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL

ITALY⋆⋆ COSA NOSTRA (SICILY) ‎ ‎*NIGHT* ‎⋆THE BLACK THRONE⋆ ‎⋆⋆ ROOM⋆⋆ ‎ ‎Blood curdling scream is the only noise breaking the silence of the dark room, the only light in the room is of a old low bulb swinging around slowly. ‎ ‎A man in his last 30's is tied to a metal chair with missing body parts. Blood is flowing down his cut hand and sprouting out of the cuts in his stomachs. ‎ ‎"Am sor.. sorry Don, please let me go" he struggled to say with his missing front teeth, turning his head away from his tormentor to face the darkest part of the room. ‎ ‎Minutes later he still wasn't answered making him hold his breath, afraid of what is to come next. ‎ ‎"Why should I let you go?" a deep baritone voice finally asked from the darkest part of the dungeon. He's frame is totally hidden by the darkness. ‎ ‎"I've a fa..family" the bloodied man rushed his words. ‎ ‎"And?" the deep voice asked making the bloodied man tremble in fear. ‎ ‎"I will tell you everything I k...know" he said and he was only replied with a deep 'hmm'. ‎ ‎"But I can't t.. tell you who send me" he rushes to add. ‎ ‎Big mistake. ‎ ‎Before he could blink his swollen eyes, the owner of the deep voice in on his feet, towering over his trembling frame, though his face is still hidden by the darkness of the room. ‎ ‎"What did you say?" he calmly asked, his tone betraying the fury in his eyes, the man cower back as if to enter inside the chair he is tied to. ‎ ‎"Pl.. please, he will kill my family" ‎ ‎Wrong. ‎ ‎He only saw him raised his hand that's holding a big hammer, how he took it from the table set of different torture devices he has no idea, as his life is ripped away from him. ‎ ‎The towering man raised the hammer and let it down on the tied man's head, his neck break and his skull shattered, blood and his brain particles splashed everywhere including the killer's face. ‎ ‎"Wrong answer" he replied, handing the hammer over to a stone face man close to the door. ‎ ‎He removed his blood stained suit and threw it at the dead body of the man, bringing out a handkerchief he wiped his face clean before he threw it away too, stepping out of the room into the light hallway, his perfectly attractive face came to view. ‎ ‎He was undeniably beautiful in a sharp, almost sculpted way. A strong, clean jawline gave his face a severe elegance, red thinned lips, making every expression look deliberate and controlled. His features were balanced and refined, his piercing cold blue eyes and black hair only contribute to his beautifully manly look, but there was nothing soft about him—everything about his appearance spoke of precision. ‎ ‎His body told the same story. Broad shoulders tapered into a lean, gym-honed frame, muscles defined without looking excessive, eight perfect abs shaped by discipline rather than show. His posture was confident and grounded, the kind that came from knowing exactly what he was capable of. Even standing still, he looked powerful—like strength was his natural state. ‎ ‎He wasn’t just attractive in the obvious sense. There was something sharp, almost intimidating in the way beauty and physical strength came together so effortlessly, making it hard to look away… and harder to forget. ‎ ‎He walked towards his suite with firm but confident strides, his second in command following closely behind. ‎ ‎Reaching his room door, he turned to face the man behind him with a raised brow making him to bow his head immediately. ‎ ‎"Am not staying here tonight, I will leave the clan in your hands" he said stepping towards him. ‎ ‎"I don't want any mistakes, Kruz" he coldly added his voice low and menacing. ‎ ‎"Yes Don" Kruz replied with a bow, his voice hard just like his face. ‎ ‎Satisfied with his respectful reply he turned around and enter his room. ‎ ‎⋆A RESTAURANT⋆ ‎ ‎"Rosalia, come do the dishes" a fellow waitress called from the kitchen. ‎ ‎"You haven't severed table number 10, Rosalia" she heard another waitress said. ‎ ‎"Have you get what table number 7 asked for, Rosalia?" she heard another waitress asked. ‎ ‎"Have you finally gone deaf, Rosalia" she heard the first waitress scream. ‎ ‎"Coming" her soft voice replied, rushing over to the kitchen after deciding to ignore the rest of the waitresses ordering her around to do their jobs. ‎ ‎She was welcomed with a slap on her right cheeks immediately she stepped into the kitchen. ‎ ‎"How dare you ignore my calls you little b***h" the waitress that just slapped her shout. ‎ ‎"Am s.. sorry, I was takin..." ‎ ‎"Shut up, start the dishes already" the waitress sneered at her making her bite her lower lips. ‎ ‎Rushing to start, her hand mistakenly hit a pile of plates, breaking to pieces as soon as they reached the tiles floor. ‎ ‎"Rosalia!!!" the waitress screamed. ‎ ‎"Am sor.." a hit on her cheeks cut her off. ‎ ‎The manager rushed in at the sound of the broken plates. ‎ ‎"What happened here?" he asked. ‎ ‎"This little b***h over here broke this plates because I told her to watch them" the waitress called Linda lied, her eyes on the manager. ‎ ‎He is a 30 year old good looking blonde guy. ‎ ‎"Come to the office" he told her and walked out of the kitchen. ‎ ‎"Go b***h" Linda pushed her. ‎ ‎Walking to the office with slow reluctant steps, she pushed open the door and entered. ‎ ‎"You're fired" ‎ ‎She froze at the choice of welcoming, before she finally realized what he said and she fell to her knees. ‎ ‎"Please, you can't fire me, am sorry...I didn't mean to break the dishes, please" she cried. ‎ ‎"On one condition" ‎ ‎"What?" she asked, hope shinning in her eyes. ‎ ‎"Sleep with me for a day " he smiled. ‎ ‎"I'll promote you too" he added. ‎ ‎"What?" she gasped. ‎ ‎"You heard me" ‎ ‎"No..no" she shook her head. ‎ ‎"Then you're getting fired" he threatened. ‎ ‎"No please, don't fire me" she hiccupped. ‎ ‎"I can't sleep with you, am only 18... please" she added with watery eyes. ‎ ‎"Is either you sleep with me or get fired" he shout. ‎ ‎"B..but i can't" ‎ ‎"You're fired" he thundered. ‎ ‎"Pl.. please...." ‎ ‎"Get out of my office" ‎ ‎"My salary..." ‎ ‎"Get out" he roared making her flinched. ‎ ‎Rushing out of the office, she met her co-workers outside with mocking smiles on their faces. ‎They never liked her from day one, always piling up works for her, she's the one that do most of their works including hers. ‎ ‎"You think because you have a nice face and body, he will pardon you?" Linda jealousy asked. ‎ ‎"She is not even that pretty and that curves who knows maybe she did surgery" Another co-worker said. ‎ ‎"She can't afford surgery, she is too poor" another laughed. ‎ ‎She looked down at their mocking comments as she dejectedly walked out of the restaurant. ‎ ‎Walking down the dark street with tears rolling down her eyes, she raised her head to look around feeling the usual creepiness of someone watching her. ‎ ‎A car passed by, it's headlights lighting the dark street as her reflection caught her attention across the road on a glass door. ‎ ‎She had a quiet kind of beauty—one that didn’t demand attention but drew it anyway. Big, expressive hazel eyes held an innocence that made it clear she still believed in kindness, even when the world had given her reasons not to. Her features were soft and delicate, framed by dark raven hair that always seemed slightly untamed, as if she never quite had the heart to be overly careful with herself. ‎ ‎Her figure was naturally curvy, rounded in a way that felt warm and feminine rather than bold. There was a sweetness in the way she carried herself—slightly shy, slightly unsure—like she was still learning how to exist in her own skin. She moved gently, almost cautiously, unaware of how her presence affected others. ‎ ‎What made her truly captivating wasn’t her looks alone, but the innocence she wore so openly. She felt untouched by cruelty, even as life kept challenging her, like a fragile light in a darker world—someone meant to be protected, even as fate prepared to test her. ‎ ‎Her milky fair skin always look so doll to her, and her dried small red lips with a button nose, she look so broken. ‎ ‎She was still looking at the glass that shows her reflection even as the car is already far away. ‎ ‎She was still looking when she heard voices, before she could look around, three drunken men stumbled forward. ‎ ‎"Ah, look at this angel" one slurred with a drunken giggle. ‎ ‎"She looks like a child" the second one said, squinting his eyes. ‎ ‎"Who cares, she looks like she wants to forget about the world" the third said. ‎ ‎Taking a step back, she looked around for help but no one is in sight. ‎ ‎"Come, we will make you forget your problems and make you happy" the first one said with a drunken laugh as he caught her by the wrists and dragged her towards him. ‎ ‎"No, let me be" she jerked her hands free and take a step back. ‎ ‎She suddenly felt a hand on her waist and she whipped back fast to see the third at the back. ‎ ‎He grinned at her before dragging her back as he tried to kiss her, she knees his groin and he stumbled back clutching his middle. ‎ ‎"You b***h" he cursed. ‎ ‎Her hair was dragged from behind. ‎"Ahh, let me go.. please" she begged but he slapped her. ‎ ‎"How dare you knee him" the second asked slapping her again making her spat at him. ‎ ‎"You little s**t" he cursed dragging her towards a wall before slamming her head on it and she whimpered digging her nails into his neck skin making him slammed her head again. ‎ ‎Tears rolled down her eyes as her vision blurred, she could feel blood rolling down her long lashes. ‎ ‎She stomped on his foot to let her go but he only slammed her head on the wall for the third time. ‎ ‎Blinking hard to stay awake, which was not successful, she felt her consciousness slipping away but just before that, she felt his grip on her hair loosened before she saw a tall figure landing a heavy punch on his face. ‎ ‎"Let's get you home, piccola bambola" that's the last thing she hear before darkness enveloped her. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎