In the Closed Arm of the Don

Chapter 2

*** My head kept spinning as I tried to open my eyes. Every part of me hurt, but my wrists, in particular, were burning. It took a while before my groggy eyes adjusted to the poorly lit room I was being kept in. It was at that moment I noticed I was tied to a chair. How,... Then it struck me. Erminio! Erminio!! The man my heart yearned for all these years was alive. I had lost all hope in ever crossing paths with him again but… He seemed different from the man I used to know. For one, the tenderness his eyes once held whenever they looked at me was gone, he also seemed dangerous, and most importantly,...he thought I kidnapped that child..his son precisely. A splash of cold water against my face brought me out of my reverie. Then, a strong grip held my chin up. “ You're quite delicate for someone so dangerous.” He spoke in a raspy voice, I couldn't help but notice the trace of lust in his eyes. I shrunk backwards in fear, and the hair on my neck stood on edge. No, not again. Just then, the door creaked open. At first, I couldn't see who it was until both men stepped into the light. Staring back at me were two pairs of eyes. One belonged to the man I saw earlier. He had a distinct scar on his left cheek. The other belonged to…. “ Has she said anything yet?” “ No, boss, I was just getting started with her.” Erminio leaned closer, and his eyes held so much hatred for me that my heart bled. I kind of deserve it, though. I made promises I couldn't keep, and he took the brunt of my actions. “ You know, I used to think better of you. From being a dainty princess to helping your husband kidnap a child, my…child. You have stooped so low. You made a big mistake though…” “ I…I promise..” I tried to speak, but he cut me off sharply. “ Did I ask you to speak??” His greyish-blue eyes glinted dangerously as he grabbed my neck. “ You've taken enough from me as it is. My son was the last straw. What did you think would happen after you kidnapped him? You and your stupid husband would force me into submission??? Honestly, I wish I could put bullets in you right now, but that's too much of an easy punishment for a disgusting person like you.“ He spat unrelentingly

Whatever I had to say previously hung right at the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't get the words out. How could he think that of me?? Could I blame him, though? “ No food or water till I say so.” He said as he released my neck and left, slamming the door loudly behind him. **** Eight years earlier… I fought back the tears in my eyes as I let my new reality sink in. I was finally married, married to someone I had no feelings for whatsoever. For my honeymoon with Di Angelo, his father booked us tickets to Paris. There I was in my hotel room, waiting for my husband. The title sounded so foreign to me. I let out a frustrated sigh as I started to undress in readiness to take a bath. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my waist from behind. My heart raced in fear, I knew that touch. “ My, my, you look beautiful tonight.” Di Angelo said in a raspy voice, his breath creeping against my skin. My stomach curled up in disgust. “ Please, let go of me. I need to take a bath.” I said, careful enough not to stutter. I didn't know Di Angelo well. However, our last meeting before our wedding told me enough. He loved to thrive on fear. “ Okay, darling.” He let go of my waist, but I unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. The next moment, he grabbed my neck and pinned me against the wall. “ Why are you so afraid of me?? I don't bite,..well, maybe I do, but …you're just too irresistible.” He said, and he kissed me hungrily. “Hmm…” I tried to get him off me, but he wouldn't budge. He continued to assault me with his kisses, and then he ripped my bra off my chest. Mortified, I tried to cover up my chest, but he hit me across my face, and I fell on the floor helplessly. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the bedpost before tying me up with his tie. “ Now, don't you look hot all tied up for me?? I have a surprise for you, though?” He said, a boyish grin plastered on his face, and I couldn't help but shiver. He took out his phone and dialled a number before saying. “ Top floor, room 1102.” “ Wh…What are you planning to do? "I stuttered. Everything about this just felt wrong and forced.

“ You'll see,"

Minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Angelo went to answer it. He returned with two men, and their faces lit up as they saw me all prepped up, naked and tied to a bedpost. This couldn't be happening, right?? He wasn't planning to… “ She looks way better without clothes on. I wonder how she tastes.” The tallest of the three smacked his lips together, and he trailed his fingers down my sternum. The tears I was trying so hard to keep from falling came down without notice. He wanted to let them have me… This was insane. “ Y…you can't do this. Th..this is crazy. I don't want this. It's not…” A resounding slap sent my hair flying all over my face, and I could feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. “ Not another word.” Di Angelo said sternly. “ Why not cover her mouth??”The guy from before said, obviously irritated by my whimpers. “ No, I want to hear all the screams she can make.” “ Did you bring it ?” “ Of course.” The guy, who I identified as Marco, one of Di Angelo's most trusted men, dropped a box on the bed. He unlocked it, and in the box were all sorts of kinky objects like n****e clamps, handcuffs, a whip, dildos, vibrators, blindfolds… “ Don't hurt her...too much”, Di Angelo said as he took his seat on the chair opposite the bed. That was the beginning of my worst nightmare. My husband watched as his friends took turns with me, and he did nothing. Instead, he laughed at me while I screamed in pain, and he even joined in on the fun. There I was on the floor on my wedding night, with bruises all over my naked body and with blood oozing out of my sensitive areas. Di Angelo and his friends were gone, but the memories of their ceaseless torture remained.