She Belongs To The Mafia

Chapter 5

Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.

It was 6 o'clock, and more than a few hours had dragged by since I started working. Finally, the sun began to set down, casting long shadows across the yard. The sky was turning a deep shade of orange and pink, a sign that the day was finally winding down. I paused for a moment, taking in the sight and trying to draw some comfort from it. The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin. It was like a welcome relief after the relentless heat of the day.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my aching body. Every muscle in me was tired, sore from hours of backbreaking work. My hands were raw, covered in blisters, and my legs felt like they could give out at any moment, but there was no rest yet, not for a while. I still had more work to do before I could even think about stopping.

As I stood there, trying to gather enough energy to keep going, my stomach growled loudly, a sharp reminder of how long it had been since I had last eaten. The thought of having to wait another four hours before I could get anything in my stomach made it rumble even more. The idea of eating a few of the weeds I'd spent all day pulling out crossed my mind—a desperate thought from the emptiness in my stomach.

The absurdity of it almost made me laugh, but the hunger was real, and it was starting to cloud my judgment. I knew they were not edible, but at that moment, anything seemed better than the constant growling in my stomach.

I tried to push the thought of food out of my mind, but it wasn’t easy. The hunger was always there, just beneath the surface, making every task feel ten times harder. The sun kept sinking lower, and I knew that soon, darkness would take over. It would get colder, and the work would not get any easier. The sun might have been setting, but my day was far from over, but at least I would be one step closer to the end of the day, one step closer to finally getting a bite to eat and collapsing into whatever uncomfortable spot I could find to sleep for a few short hours.

Out of nowhere, my hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and soon they felt numb. I kept blinking, trying to stay awake, but everything around me seemed to blur. Panic hit me hard, and I desperately tried to grab onto the weeds, digging my nails into my skin to feel something, but there was no sensation at all. My breathing grew shallow, each breath feeling more difficult than the last. Cold sweat covered my skin, making it slick, as fear took over every part of me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like I was losing control, sinking deeper into the overwhelming panic that had me in its grip.

I could barely make out a figure approaching in the distance, as each and every thing around me were blurred at the edges. My vision was fading in and out, but I could still see someone moving toward me. The figure seemed to sway as I blinked rapidly, trying to bring everything into focus.

The closer they got, the more I struggled to see clearly, but I forced myself to concentrate. As my vision sharpened for just a moment, I recognized the familiar shape and the way she walked—it was Anna. Her face was etched with worry, and her steps quickened as she got closer, her concern for me evident in her every move.

"Cherilyn, what's wrong with you, sweetie? Are you okay?" She asked while sauntering in my direction. One could sense the worry in her voice as she approached me.

"What’s happening to you?" she half-yelled further. She was seen to be clearly panicking.

"I-I can't feel my hands," I stammered, while my voice was shaking with fear.

"Something’s wrong with me, but I don’t know what it is. Anna, help me, please." I half yelled, and tried to grab her hands, desperate for some comfort, but it was terrifying—I could not even feel my grip. Yet, I saw her flinch, a sign that I was holding on too tightly, even though I could not sense it.

"Breathe, Cherilyn. Take a deep breath and calm down. You have got this. Trust me, everything will be okay. It will fall into its right place at its right time." she whispered softly in my ear, while wrapping her arms around me from behind in a comforting hug. Her embrace and the soothing tone in her voice began to ease my panic. It was as if her words and the warmth of her hug triggered something in my brain that helped me calm down.

"Let's go to the clinic, okay? Come on," she said after a moment, holding onto my arms and supporting my weak body as we tried to walk but as soon as I stood up, everything went black. My legs gave way beneath me, and I collapsed hard onto the floor, losing consciousness in an instant.

After a few hours, I woke up and saw him staring at me intently. Who? Well, who else? - Don, Christian Achestan.

His eyes roamed all over my body as if he were examining a specimen. He had his finger pressed to his lips, observing each and every detail of me with a cold clinical gaze. It felt like I was an object in a*****e, and he, like a customer was deciding whether to buy or not. His eyes never left mine, making me feel more uncomfortable and exposed.

When I looked down, I realized with a shock that I was completely naked. Not a single shred of clothing had been covering me. Panic surged through me, and I quickly tried to cover my exposed breasts with my small hands. My body shook with shivers, and a deep sense of coldness and fear settled in my bones.

I tried to cover myself and all of a sudden, I got to know that I was naked in front of him. There was not even a single piece of shreds of cloth on my body. I tried to cover my exposed breast with my small hands. Shivers spread inside my body and coldness thudded in my bone, added by the scary and depressing thoughts.

I scrambled out of bed, trying to find some refuge. I retreated to the corner of the room, my heart pounding and my mind racing with frightening and depressing thoughts.

My eyes stayed fixed on the floor, desperate to avoid his harsh gaze. I could feel the tears welling up, and I tried to take a deep, and long breath to calm myself down. I did not want to cry in front of him, especially not in front of him, but it was no use—I could not hold it back.

My head started to spin a bit, a mix of sobs, exhaustion, and all the emotions swirling around inside me. The Don slowly got up from his massive chair, which looked like something out of a medieval castle, like a king’s throne. The moment I sensed him moving toward me, I flinched, my panic rising even more. I did not know what he was going to do, and that fear of the unknown made it worse.

As he got closer, I instinctively stepped back, trying to put some distance between us but I quickly realized I had nowhere to go. I had backed myself into a corner, and now my body was pressed against the cold wall. I cursed myself for retreating here in the first place. The moment, he growled, a deep and menacing sound, I shuddered. His entire presence was terrifying.

He was a big man, tall and well-built, and every bit of him made me feel small and vulnerable. His size alone was intimidating, making me feel like I was shrinking under his stare.

"Why the hell are you backing away from me? Do I look like someone who would force himself on a girl?" He asked in a low, dangerous tone, pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand. His frustration was clear in his movements, and his words sent a chill down my spine.