Predestined for the mafia boss

Her

Lyana

I closed my eyes forcefully wishing that somehow everything would turn into just another strange nightmare, even fighting these different sensations caused by being in the arms of a monster.

"Open your eyes Lyana." - Deep voice commands.

Unable to disobey I see his look analyzing every detail of mine, I feel the excitement before returning even more forcefully, I look away watching the same room in which I woke up. He seems to wait for some word from me, but I have nothing to say, finally let him stand and the strangest thing is to miss his warmth.

"Don’t you dare do that again, I might not be so compassionate".

I quickly turn my head to look at him I feel my cheeks burning in anger holding tears from the pain in my feet burned by the ice, tears from the frustration of being hurt, fragile, and trapped by his fault.

"You can’t make me stay here!".

In the blink of an eye, I lose the speed of his movement the firm hand holds my neck tightly subjugating my movements, and I am stuck to his gaze.

"I can do what I want, child"'.

I shudder at the authority so strong in his voice, for the first time so close I can see how strong the intense blue reminds the ocean so far, is an immensity as strong as a force of nature full of gray details as if it were turning into a storm.

I’m frightened by the affectionate touch of his free hand which makes the corner of my full lips bend leaving the beard even more marked against the face, showing some marks of time. It’s scary how your energy makes your cruelty so clear, I feel like I’m panting, his hands are bloody and yet I’m touched by them.

"Unlike the words coming out of your mouth, your body seems to desire something else."

"You are a monster".

"Then you should know monsters were meant to devour frightened children like you".

I raise my hand to slap his face, but my fist is caught his eyes become dark and wicked. I am pulled against the strong pectoral our difference in height forcing me to raise my head the hand that held my neck is entangled in the loose strands of my hair, with a single strong pull I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out. The evil tongue enters my mouth starting an endless war, stealing breath, and causing a fire.

We are with open eyes crazily I end up reciprocating the kiss with force is a challenge between us, I am consumed by a hatred that I never imagined to be able to feel for someone, when I feel his tongue demanding more and more I close my teeth forcefully pulling out a painful groan, I am released at the same moment as the blood runs in the right corner of his lips.

I watch as you carry your fingertips wiping away the crimson liquid. But the worst is to see how it gets lost in the middle of the fingers dirty dry blood, I take a step back before the finding, he may well kill me just for it.

Our looks meet, and I feel a little more condemned because the beauty of it is undeniable even in the face of frightening cruelty. I expect to receive something cruel, to be attacked, tortured, or killed. But he turns to the door removes the key and leaves, I hear the sound of the latch rotating closing the heavy wooden doors.

I’m stuck here, knocking on the door with my hands open until I feel numbness dominating my fingers, screaming until I lose my voice. But no one comes, no one will come because I am inside the devil’s enclosure and no one would dare challenge him much less after that demonstration of power.

I feel my wounds still aching which matters little when the room seems to be shrinking around, the walls shrinking and getting closer and faster, I shrink the body in search of fitting in this tiny space, but I’m too big.

My lungs tighten tightly, I am increasingly desperate more and more without space the black dots blur my vision the tremor swallows my consciousness and embraces the darkness.