To Ruin a Don

Crawl to me

_Aria’s POV_

I pulled at the chain connected to my hand for the thousandth time, hoping either my wrist or the chain gave away first.

But unfortunately for me, that didn't happen.

Dante had ordered his men to chain me to his bed, his weird kinks were finally showing and I was waiting for him to come here so I could give him a piece of my mind.

I was happy in the room where they had kept me, it wasn't the best and I could have gotten shot at any time, but at least I was chained to my uncle's bed.

My stomach growled loudly and I groaned, folding myself in two.

I hadn't eaten anything since I had been kidnapped and I wasn't sure if they were planning on giving me a meal or if they wanted me to starve to death.

Why hasn't Father come for me yet? Did he forget I existed?

I wondered as I let out another groan.

If he was working on my return, then maybe he should hurry up.

It might be impossible for me to escape on my own.

My stomach growled loudly and my cheeks tinged red.

My legs were hurting, and I was hungry.

I could feel the nonexistent strength I had being sapped out of my body with each passing minute.

At that moment, the door swung open and I immediately pushed to my feet, ready to attack whoever it was that had walked in.

My eyes fell on the tray of food before I noticed the person who held the tray.

I licked my lips, eyeing the tray hungrily.

“Glad to see you are hungry,” Dante said from the door and FINALLY, I tore my gaze away from food.

My eyes met his and instantly I was going to hate whatever was about to happen next.

“I’m not hungry,” I lied, but it was obvious from the way I eyes the tray in his eyes, the only thing stopping me from jumping him was the chain on my wrist.

“There’s no point in denying it,” he said plainly.

I was about to deny it once more when my stomach growled, loudly.

Dante arched a brow as if to say ‘You were saying?’

But I wasn't about to betray myself because of what? A piece of bread?

I was more than that.

“Either you swallow your pride and eat. Or you die of hunger. But you should know if I walk away with this, no one would bring you food.” he threatened.

Starving to death at this point seemed way better than eating something brought by him.

But when my stomach growled the second time, I knew I might not have a choice this time.

Dante seemed to have sensed my resolve breaking and the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk.

He won this round.

“Crawl to me,” his voice wasn't loud, it didn't need to be.

Just that one sentence was enough to make my pulse stumble.

I didn’t move at first, I stood there frozen, torn between anger and something else I refused to name.

His gaze was pinned on me, the silence stretching awkwardly.

And then my knees hit the floor before I even realized what had happened.

I hated myself for this. I hated being so helpless and having to succumb to his wishes.

And better yet, I hated him.

My cheeks tinged red in embarrassment and anger and I let my head drop.

“That’s it, crawl to me like a good dog.”

Fuck.

Tears stung my eyes as my nails dug into my palm, drawing out blood.

I wanted to gut him. I wanted to kill him and twerk in his blood. I wanted to see him scream out in pain as the blood drained from his face.

But I was helpless.

And he was enjoying seeing me helpless.

His smile had widened into a sadistic smile, his face contorted, showing his glee.

For someone so beautiful, I didn't think it was possible to look that ugly.

“How does it feel to be helpless? How does it feel to have all your choices taken away from you? It feels good, right?” he asked, not even bothering to hide how much he was enjoying this.

“Go. To. Hell.” I spat, glaring hard at him.

“Oh, Дорогая. I’m afraid I would have to drag your father down with me.”

I watched as he reached into the tray, picking up a piece of bread and stretching out his hands.

“Take it,” he ordered, leaving his fingers a few inches away from my face.

As if reminding how much I really needed to eat, my stomach growled once more, the pang I was feeling earlier was starting to get worse.

Letting my head drop in shame, I raised my knee, closing he distance between us slowly.

I could only move a few meters before the chain on my wrist and I stopped at his feet, glaring hard at the floor beneath me.

“Open,” he murmured, waving the piece of bread at my face.

I hated how my body reacted to that one word.

I swallowed the bile that formed in my throat as I forced my lips open, letting him drop the bread piece into my mouth.

It tasted like ash, but I forced myself to chew.

Each time I swallowed, Dante was ready with another piece.

I wanted to spit on his face.

I wanted to bite his fingers. But when he leaned closer, his breath fanning my face, for a moment, the world tilted.

And I hated how much aware I was of the space between us, or the lack of rather.

This continued for a few minutes as Fante fed me slowly, watching me eat with some sort of look on his face.

I hated just how low he reduced me to.

The bottle touched my lips and I instantly gulped greedily, letting the cool water wet my parched lips.

“Now what do you say?” he asked, covering the bottle as he handed it over to a maid who was standing by his side.

His eyes burned into me coldly as he waited for me to answer.

“Don't make me repeat myself,” he growled when I failed to answer.

“Thank you…” I drawled.

I could see the impatience in his eyes as he waited for me to complete my sentence.

I had crawled to him already. He fed me food.

How much worse than that could it be?

Letting out a defeated sigh, I completed my sentence.

“Master…”

His face was filled with instant satisfaction and he took a step back from me.

“Don’t wait for me to return this night. You can go to sleep early,” Dabye dismissed me, turning around as he made his way out of the door.

I was just about to ask why I would wait for him when something clicked for me.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?”

If I was right this was his room, and there was no way I would sleep on the bed with him.

Dante stopped in his tracks, turning his head sideways to look at me.

“On the floor, where you belong. Rest well, little one, tomorrow will be a long day for you.”

The door slammed shut as he walked away, leaving me seething in anger.

I let out a breath i didnt even know iw as holding. My pulse raced as heat crawled up my neck.

I could feel shame burning in my chest.

I hated him.

I hated how my body didn't understand the difference.