Devil’s Daughter

F A T H E R

Lorraine Lebedev

"Dante what the f**k are you doing?" Rhett spat bitterly, he took a step closer to us and Dante pressed the gun further into my flesh.

"Of course..."Abree laughed bitterly, "The dude has been f*****g with us. Let me guess you've been informing her father what we have been up to these past 2 months?"

Dante took a couple of steps back, as the others stepped forward. "Clever girl." Dante let out.

"No hard feelings, I'm just doing my job and father wants his daughter back home." He chuckled darkly.

I tried to fight him but he was too strong. Tears stung my eyes as his grip around my neck tightened, slowly suffocating my windpipe.

"I swear if you f*****g lay a hand on her I will-"

"You shoot me, I shoot the girl. We both lose at the end. So for once think with your f*****g brain and do the smart thing." Dante proclaimed, his voice calm and collected.

Raphaël met my gaze, anxiousness clouding his features.

"I will save you red, don't worry." He said.

Dante slowly steps back, walking out the room.

Once we were out of sight from the armed people, he pulled out handcuffs from his jacket and cuffs my hands together.

"Dante why are you doing this? I thought -"

"I work for your father Lorraine, not you." He simply says, shutting me up.

Dante, dragged me out of the house and dragged us to the SUV we came with. He shoves me into the backseat before rounding the car and entering the driver's seat.

Once I get out these cuffs, I will strangle him to death.

I met his cold gaze through the rearview mirror and he turned to face me. "Hate me all you want Lorraine but I'm just doing my job." Dante proclaimed as he took out a syringe.

He grabs my hair and forces my head to the side. I struggle under his grasp as he pushes the needle into my flesh. "No, no, let me go!" I yelled. Fighting under his grasp. "The more you fight the quicker the affect hits."

Dante shoved me back into my seat and the engine roared to life.

I tried to push myself off the seat and jump him but my limbs couldn't work. My head started spinning as my vision became hazy.

I let out a groan and tiredly kept my eyes wide open.

Fight Lorraine.

Fight.

"N-"

My eyelids are heavy and I started seeing black spots as I slowly drifted away into darkness.

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My eyes flutter open,

It was dark, I was cold and my head was spinning.

Where am I?

I tried to pull myself up but I was jerked back. My forehead creased as I looked around the dark room.

I could barely see anything. I glanced at my arms and realized that I chained to a bed. Panic washes over me. I wince when my head starts pounding memories before I blacked out and flooded my mind.

Father.

Dante.

"Hello!" I screamed, hoping someone could save me.

"HELLO!!" I yelled out, screaming at the top of my lungs.

I hear heavy footsteps and mummering before it when silent. The door clicked and was pushed open.

Pain overtook my face when his figure appeared in the dark room. I couldn't see his face but I could sense who it was.

"Father." I uttered bitterly.

He flicked the lights on and I squinted my eyes as I slowly adjusted to the harsh light. I took in my surroundings and realized I was in my room. It was exactly the same way as I left it.

"I see you are finally awake." he bluntly says.

I gave him a dirty look and his expression dulled.

He was my father but did not look like him. The man standing in front of me. I did not recognize him.

Those eyes I always looked at and saw happiness was replaced with something dark, something vicious.

He did not look at me like I was his daughter, like his little princess. He looked at me like how he would look at one of his men.

The fatherly love was not there.

But was it even there in the first place? Did he even love me at all?

Every happy memory I shared with him, was it even real. All these secrets and lies. I did not know what to believe anymore.

"Why are you doing this?" I questioned, the hurt in my voice was unbearable for me.

Father's expression closed up as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You really are my daughter Lorraine." He says, not a single emotion traced in his voice.

Why are you doing this!?!" I questioned again, as I used all the strength in me to rise from my previous position. My nostrils flared as tears welled up in my eyes. "Mother-" I paused.

"You-you killed her." I proclaimed.

Tears streamed down my face, my chest heaving up and down as I stared at the man with fury.

How could he do this to me? To her!

"Lorra-"

"No, you don't deserve to say my man you f*****g monster!"

His eyes has a haunted look as he glared at me.

"You do not have the right to speak to your father like that." he bit back, his tone calm and collected but I could see the darkness in his iris.

Those cold blue eyes I previously loved are now my worst enemy.

Father approached me, his bulky 6ft figure hovering over my body. He roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at me.

"You are not my father. He's dead to me." I spat.

He plastered a smile tilting his head as his eyes searched mine.

"Get some rest Lorraine," he says and lets go.

I glared at him as he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. All the emotions I have been pushing away hit me like a tsunami.

I was breathing uncontrollably as harsh tears streamed down my face.

My breathing was slowed, my head cleared.

I felt angry.

I felt pain.

I was an emotional wreck.

I hated him, I hated him with my soul. I hated him with everything I could offer.