She Belongs To The Mafia

Chapter 3

Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.

The giant door slammed shut behind me, loud and scary. The room was dark, like someone turned off all the lights. My heart pounded like a drum solo, boom-boom-booming so loud I felt like everyone could hear it. I would not even look up and just stared at the cold floor. Terror rooted me to the spot, glued to the cold marble floor.

"Don't just stand there!" A rough and raspy voice boomed from the darkness. It sounded mad and cruel. As a result, I flinched and started walking towards the voice hesitantly as I was still scared to look up. The room felt huge, like a giant warehouse, and the only light was a tiny bit that barely showed anything of the room. It felt spacious though, as I was not bumping into things on my way.

"What's your name?" The voice asked again. I took a deep breath in order to calm my racing nerves while my throat felt scratchy and dry.

"Cherilyn," I whispered while it was barely loud enough for him to hear. "Cherilyn Knight." I was surprised I could even talk while my insides were all twisted up in knots. I patted myself for such an act of bravery in a given situation. Although the words came out without a stutter but It was a small victory amidst the swirling chaos within me.

"Eyes on me, when I talk to you!" The voice growled in response, while it felt even angrier this time. One could feel the annoyance in his voice. I gulped in fear but slowly lifted my gaze to meet the man who held my fate in his hands. - Christian Achestan, and I was shocked to the core of my gut.

He was definitely not what I had expected. I thought he would be an old man with a long beard and gray hair, but instead, there was a young guy, maybe in his late twenties, sitting all confident and powerful in front of me. He had a strong jaw and short brown hair, kind of cute even, but the way he looked at me made my skin crawl. Apart from these, he looked dominant and, I must admit, attractive, as my mouth partly opened unconsciously in awe.

I scrunched my nose a little bit in confusion, as the endless queries started swirling in my mind.

A legit query, though - How could such an angelic beauty be ruthless and cruel ?

His eyes scanned me up and down while capturing each and every detail of my face and my reaction. After a moment, he frowned a little bit and squinted his eyes in disgust the moment he saw the scrapes on my knees.

"Take your clothes off," he ordered out of the context, while his voice was cold and mean. The words hit me like a physical blow. "I want to see you naked." My whole body froze. Each and every nerve in my body screamed in protest.

My breath caught in my throat while the Don's order hung heavy in the air. It felt like a sickening command that scraped against each and every fiber of my being. The fear that had simmered within me since I first stepped into this mansion now boiled over, threatening to consume me whole.

"I don't like to repeat myself," he said, as casually as felt like one was talking about the weather. The room felt even smaller now, and I could barely breathe.

"N-no," I stammered while surprised that I even dared to speak back. He smirked, but it was not a nice smile.

"No? Do what I say at once, slave. You are advised not to waste my time on your not so worthwhile life. You would not like the consequence of disobeying me and, for the same reason, you do not want to get me mad, trust me." He spoke calmly as he looked towards me.

The word "slave" stung like a bee sting. It hurt each and every nerve of my head. I glared back at him, even though I was scared to death. One thing was sure that this jerk was not going to bully me, not without a fight.

My gaze locked with his, a spark of rebellion igniting within me. We stared at each other for a really long time while neither of us moved. I knew that it was not the best time to be brave and show him my inherent stubbornness, but his arrogant attitude was greatly ticking my self respect.

He seemed to sense my defiance as a flicker of surprise could be seen crossing his facial features.

"Anna, bring this girl to the dungeon and-" He ordered in a loud voice, but before he could complete, I cut him off for my better self.

"Alright, alright," I blurted out. "I will do it." The idea of the dungeons was scary. It was a bottomless pit of terror that opened up in my stomach while a cold dread seeped into my bones. Dank cells, echoing with the screams of the unfortunate and the torture chambers where sunlight never dared to peek – these were the images that haunted my mind. However, the thought of standing up to him, even a little bit, made me feel a tiny bit better. It was like a tiny spark of bravery lighting up a corner of my scared heart.

"Look," I demanded, while my voice was surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands. "I may be your slave, but I am not an animal to be inspected."

The Don's eyes narrowed while a dangerous glint flickered within them. "You forgot your place, girl. One wrong move, and you will be singing a different tune."

"Why?" I blurted out while my voice started to c***k. "Why do you need me to do this?"

"That's not your concern," He said curtly and raised an eyebrow while a hint of amusement replaced the annoyance.

The tension in the room eased slightly. I steeled myself for whatever came next. Slowly, with a burning shame that choked me, I began to undress in front of him. The cool air touched my exposed skin, sending shivers down my spine. Closing my eyes tightly, I peeled off the dress, let it slide down my torso and fell to the cold marble floor in a heap.

"You are not done yet," He said in a cold tone while tears started to stream down my face and blurred my vision. He wanted me completely naked.

Bare Naked, in front of him.

This was so humiliating and, for a moment, I felt like crying so hard until I could throw up, but a tiny voice inside me would not let me give in all the way.

I bit my trembling lower lip hard and, with shaky hands, I unhooked my bra. The cold air made my n*****s stand on end, and I shivered. My chin trembled as a sob escaped my lips uncontrollably. I was so scared that my whole body felt like it was going to explode and, with a final shaky breath, I took off my last piece of clothing.

"Look at me, girl," He sneered while his voice was dripping with meanness. Slowly, I opened my eyes and peeked up at him with tears. The defiance I had clung to threatened to crumble under the intensity of his gaze.

His green eyes met mine, but what I expected to be cold indifference was something else entirely. Lust flickered in their depths like a predator appraising its prey. A surge of disgust washed over me as I lifted my chin and forced my gaze to lock with his. Any hint of vulnerability vanished and was replaced by a burning hatred. My blue eyes, usually bright and friendly and the color of a summer sky, now mirrored the storm raging within me.