Chapter 18
Isabella
I want this to all be a dream, but I know I’m not so lucky. Even after vomiting on Franco’s man he forced me to stare at Madigan and what his boss was doing to her. My vomit didn’t even phase this guy, which tells me he must assist Franco on his darker endeavors.
Watching what Franco’s been doing has been horrific. Even in my worst nightmares I couldn’t muster up something this terrible. After a couple of minutes Madigan went quiet. I’m assuming from shock or blood loss, but Franco seemed to enjoy it more when he could do what he wanted. He ripped the child from her womb like a Satan worshipper, and smiled as he turned back to me and covered in Madigan’s blood.
“You’re pure evil.” I tell him, anger evident in my voice.
“No, I’m karma. It’s best you remember that.”
Right now, I wish I never took my father up on his offer to help him. I wish I was married off to some Romanian man who didn’t matter and could’ve been living in the suburbs with two-point-five kids, a white picket fence and a golden retriever. I’d do anything to go back and make different decisions so I wouldn’t have to be in this scenario. I hate this. Every single bit of it. More than anything though, Ihatemy father for setting me up in such a way . . . for ultimately making me go through all of this.
“You’ll burn in hell for everything you’ve done.”
Franco cranes his neck to the side and gives me a smile, “Oh, no more miss nice? You’ve decided to switch to a little bitch?”
“No one would be nice to you after seeing that.” I say, keeping my eyes on him. I can’t bear to look at Madigan, not knowing if she’s even alive at this point.
“I’ll tell you what. We’ve already discussed you’re a whore, so I’m going to treat you just as you are. You spread your legs for money then went digging through things you shouldn’t have. I know the perfect karma to give you,” Franco looks to his goon, Lazzaro. “Fanculo come una prostituta ad Amsterdam.” I don’t know what he’s just said, but I see the way Lazzaro’s eyes light up.
Franco walks up to me and I see he brings the bloody knife along with him. Instantly I’m terrified for my own life. Although, as he cuts the clothes straight off my body I realize what’s about to happen.
Death would be merciful compared to this.
Lazzaro picks me up and places my wrists over one of the meat hooks, so my arms are forced in the air. My feet don’t touch the floor since the hook is up a bit higher than the rest and I hang for a moment. That is, until a hard pressure presses into my lower back. I’ve felt this sort of pressure before, only from Franco and Marcel.
Franco strides in front of me, “My men will have their way with you today and today only. Since you’re such a good little whore maybe I’ll keep you as my own personal slut. My young, beautiful breeder to give me more sons. I thought about keeping Madigan for that, however I sadly don’t think she’ll be able to have more children now.” He chuckles, grabbing me by the throat, he shoves a bloody hand inside my pussy and stretches me in a way which isn’t pleasurable in any sense of the word. I feel like I’m being ripped apart into two people.
“Fuck the whore, Lazzaro. I won’t tell you twice. Sergio, you should get in on this too. I won’t let my little slut be touched by others ever again. This is your one chance to sink your cock into the woman I told you is as tight as a virgin. You know, I bet that ass of yours hasn’t ever been touched.” Franco says, unzipping his trousers and pulls his cock out. He fists the long, shriveled up thing until he’s harder than I’ve ever seen him before. The sound of his fancy thousand dollar shoes against the concrete scare me in more ways than I can count, especially when I feel Lazzaro step back and a stabbing pressure slam into me.
“Fuck, no!” I plead with him, but he refuses to stop. It’s mind boggling how I screwed this man for work essentially and it was consensual but now he’s taking advantage of me in such a way. Men are like that, though. They’ll violate a woman in the one place they feel where they hold the ultimate power over them—sexually.
Lazzaro comes to my front and within an instant another pressure is forced in me. They’re violating two parts of me, both grunting, heaving with sweatiness and getting their fill.
Franco comes to a stop and moans in my ear as he cums inside me, but Lazzaro continues. Franco spits out more Italian and I see two more men come inside, but again there’s pressure at my back.
The sound of his shoes tapping against the floor greet me just as he comes into view and I see him smile from behind Lazzaro.
“I’ve decided what I’ll do to you, Teresa. You’re my family sex slave now. My men will come in this room and fuck you all day today because that’s what I’ve allowed. Their cum will drip from every hole you have. Your mouth, your ass, and that tight cunt. Don’t think this is the worst of it, because I promise I’ll make you suffer more than you know.”
I hear the door open and more men come inside the room, standing behind their boss with their cocks out. They palm their shafts and I realize this is my reality.
What Franco said will happen.
I’ll be stuck here forever if Marcel doesn’t find me. But part of me prays Marcel isn’t the one who finds me. I can’t fathom him seeing me in this way.