Owned By My Enemy

Episode5

Alessia had never been more acutely aware of the silence that engulfed her. The thick, suffocating air seemed to wrap around her lungs, squeezing out any shred of hope she once harbored.

The chain around her neck felt like a brand — a symbol of her captivity. But it wasn’t just the metal that imprisoned her; it was Lorenzo’s gaze. That all-knowing stare, as if he could see every part of her — even the places she tried to hide from herself.

She was his now, whether she liked it or not.

But he wasn’t done yet.

The men around them were like shadows, lurking in the corners of the room, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Their silence only made the weight of Lorenzo’s control feel heavier. He moved around her like a predator, slow and deliberate, studying her every reaction. He wasn’t just playing a game; he was savoring it.

She stood in the center of the room, every inch of her aching for release, for the chance to escape. But every time she thought she might break free, his presence tethered her, anchoring her to the darkness that now defined her world.

Lorenzo stopped in front of her, his hands resting casually in his pockets. There was no hurry. He had all the time in the world.

“You think you’re special, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent a shiver crawling up her spine.

Alessia’s lips parted to retort, but the words died in her throat. She wasn’t special. Not anymore. She was just another victim in a long line of broken people who had crossed his path. He wasn’t wrong.

She was nothing to him.

But as his eyes locked onto hers, something inside her twisted — a mixture of dread and something else. Something darker. More dangerous.

“I don’t think anything,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lorenzo chuckled darkly, his fingers reaching out to trace the chain on her neck. His touch was soft, almost tender, but Alessia could feel the weight of it, like a promise of pain.

“You will, Alessia,” he murmured. “You will think soon enough. About every little thing I ask of you.”

Her stomach lurched, a wave of nausea threatening to overwhelm her. But she refused to show weakness. She would not give him the satisfaction. She would not give in.

Not yet.

But the longer she stood there, the more she felt the ground shifting beneath her. She was losing control. Every word he spoke chipped away at her defenses, stripping her bare in ways she couldn’t explain. And it terrified her.

Lorenzo’s hand moved from the chain to her wrist, his fingers tightening around her delicate skin. His grip was unrelenting, his touch a reminder of his power.

“Tell me, Alessia,” he said, his voice a soft threat. “What’s your deepest fear?”

The question caught her off guard, and for a moment, she felt the ground beneath her feet give way. Her breath hitched, her mind racing. The answer was there, lurking just beneath the surface, but she refused to say it out loud.

“You already know,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to the floor.

Lorenzo smiled. It was a wicked, calculating smile.

“Ah, but I want to hear it from your lips. Your fear, Alessia. What do you fear most?”

Alessia didn’t answer. She couldn’t. The fear that lived in the pit of her stomach was too much. It was too raw, too real. And to say it out loud would make it real — more real than it already was.

Lorenzo leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

“You fear losing yourself, don’t you?” he whispered. “You fear that the longer you stay in this cage, the less of you will remain. That eventually, I will break you. That you’ll be nothing but a hollow shell, a puppet on a string. Am I right?”

Her heart slammed in her chest, the words cutting through her like a blade. He was right. That was her fear — the loss of herself. The thought of becoming nothing more than a tool for his pleasure, his power.

But she would never let him have that.

“Go to hell,” she spat, the words leaving her mouth before she could stop them.

Lorenzo laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a jolt of fear through her. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving her.

“Hell? Alessia,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “you’ve already been there. And you’ve barely scratched the surface.”

A chill ran down her spine. She could feel it in her bones — the danger that lingered in every word, every movement.

Lorenzo wasn’t just toying with her. He was taking her somewhere darker. Somewhere she would never come back from.

He turned his back to her, walking toward the men by the door. The moment he took his eyes off her, Alessia took a step back, her mind racing for an escape.

But there was no escape. Not here. Not from him.

Her breath quickened, and she glanced around the room, but the walls felt like they were closing in, and her heart threatened to break through her ribs.

Lorenzo’s voice, low and commanding, broke through her thoughts.

“Take her to the other room,” he ordered. “Let’s see how far she’s willing to go to survive.”

Before Alessia could react, two of his men were on her, their hands rough as they grabbed her arms and yanked her forward. The chain around her neck rattled as they dragged her, the sound of metal against metal ringing in her ears.

Her thoughts spun. Survive?

Was this what this was? A game?

Her heart raced as they shoved her into a dark room, the air thick with the scent of cold stone and the promise of suffering. She stood there, the fear clawing at her throat, as Lorenzo followed, his presence looming behind her like a dark cloud.

“This,” he said, his voice low, “is where you begin to understand who holds the power, Alessia. And who will break first.”

He was right. This wasn’t about her. It was about him.

And he was always going to win.