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ARIA'S POV
"Now you're looking perfect." Damiano said, making me stand to the mirror.
I looked up and my head started spinning. What the f*ck?
He has dressed me up in a pink frill frock and made my hair into two pigtails. He...He made me look like a doll?
What the actual f*ck?
This Psycho will damage me. I don't want to be here. I just need to leave from here. He's no longer attractive instead he's a monster. F*ck it. F*ck my crush. I want to leave this place right now.
"My doll. Are you in pain? Should I give you painkillers?" He asked.
I felt like vomiting. Please God! Please save me from him.
Tears filled into my eyelids but I didn't dare to let them out otherwise who knows what he will do.
And what the hell is this doll thing? He has any obsession with dolls or what? Maybe he's just a sick person with c***k mind.
He definitely needs a psychiatrist. No s**t! He needs to be in mental asylum.
As I was wondering about him being in the asylum, there was a tap on the door. I felt relieved to know that maybe now he'll be away from me even for sometimes but damnit. It was Rico with tray in his hand. He came inside and placed the tray on the bed without even looking at me and then left the room.
I peeked over the food tray to find a glass full of milk and baby food. Wait. What?
What's happening here?
He came forward to crease my cheeks and with a charming-no- scary smile he said. "Now it's time for my doll to eat her food."
I am so going to puke. Like seriously.
I can't tolerate this. First this monster, ruthlessly took my Virginity and then dressed me up like a doll and now this baby food thing?
Yeah right! And you're the one Aria to agree when he said let me f*ck you!
I groaned in frustration.
He's a maniac for god's sake.
"Open your mouth." He said, bringing the spoon near me.
I tried to act reluctant but he forceful feed me. It tasted s**t. The tears I was holding from so long find their way to stream down my face.
He searched my face and in seconds, he started crying too.
I looked at him in confusion not understanding a bit why he was in all tears?
"I am sorry that I hurt you." He whispered.
I blinked not believing my ears. And oh I forgot to mention that he looked quite cute while crying.
Oh shut up, Aria.
You're calling cute to a psychic.
"Tell me please what I did wrong?" He asked with a pout.
Yes with a pout and that's where I forget everything he did to me.
I quickly wiped my tears and then came closer to him. I cupped his cheeks in my hand and softly told him to not cry.
Instantly with my one action he became super happy and passed me that sexy goofy smile.
Damnit I am gone. He's freaking hot! I've never seen such a sexy smile in my whole life.
"My doll didn't liked the food?" He asked.
That 'My doll' thing sounded so cringe yet somehow I nodded my head.
"No problem. Drink the milk."
Thank God! I hate milk but still it is thousand times better than that stupid baby food.
I drank the milk in seconds without wasting any time.
"My doll is so pretty, no?" He smiled, again.
Oh well. I am dead!
"Damiano."
"Mhmm."
"Are you not well?" I asked.
"What?"
I licked my lips. "A-are you mentally not well?"
He snapped in my direction and his pupils expanded in rage as he gripped me by my neck. I started suffocating for air, trying to escape his hold but he didn't let go of me.
"I am not Psycho. I AM NOT A F*CKING PSYCHO." He screamed at my face and gripped my neck tighter.
I started crying, unable to breath. After watching my tears, he let go of me and looked everywhere but me.
I somehow managed to catch back my normal breath.
F*ck this man. He's really mad.
"I am sorry doll." He came forward and again tears came out of his eyelids.
I blinked, unable to understand him. What the hell is wrong with him?
Through my periphery I found red marks on my neck.
I've to escape otherwise he'll kill me one day.
He started placing kisses on my face and I stayed still. After sometimes he went to his nightstand and took out a pink colour collar which reads 'My doll' and without saying to me any other thing, he tied that collar around my neck.
I gulped down my saliva in fear but kept my mouth shut.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" He asked.
I still said nothing.
"Speak." He commanded.
But f*ck my crush on him. I am not going to say a word.
He clicked his tongue and then came closer to capture my lips with his own. He kissed me ruthlessly, biting on my lips for so long that blood started oozing out.
"My doll is too stubborn." He said.
And with that he went out of the room, locking the door behind him.
He kept me locked up in a room and I had a feeling that I wasn't allowed to meet anyone but him.
I know my end is near. I will not be able to survive all this.
He will kill me one day for sure.
A/N
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