This chapter is solely the torture of Dr. Davies, Dr. Martin, Harland and Fred. You can skip the whole chapter if you want since it’s a disgusting chapter. Unless you want to read what Alessio does to them. It is not a pretty chapter.
Alessio
I casually walk down the stairs to the dungeon with Nino and Franco behind me. It is time to pay a visit to my prisoners. They have been well taken care of for two days now. Prepared in the best way for my treatment. There have been a lot of people down to prepare them for me.
Everyone here knows roughly what happened to Catherine, to their new mafia bride. And most of my followers wanted to make sure that these men got what they deserve. Many men has been down to fuck their asses, even those that usually doesn’t enjoy the compa
This chapter contains suicide attemt.CatherineTwo days after my attempted escape my body is feeling better and any discomfort and pain caused by the rape is just a memory. I still have the marks on my wrist and ankles from where they tied me up but the pain is simply not there. Nothing is there. I have been sitting in our room staring at the TV without seeing anything. Tears have fallen but without any sound. I have not made a sound since we came back.When we came home Alessio cleaned me off in the shower. His touch was gentle and careful as he scrubbed the scent and feel of my assailants away. Since then I haven’t let him touch me. I feel disgusted. Used and defiled. Dirtied by a bunch of sick men. Unworthy of anyone's touch. Even
CatherineMy body feels heavy and my head is fuzzy. I am lying in a bed at the hospital. I don’t know what hospital, but I’m sure it’s not my old workplace. The doctor has told me Mr. Peccati is waiting outside but I have told them I don’t want to see him. Instead they have called for Vanessa. I didn’t dare to ask for the police even though I think I should. But what will he do if the police come here? Will he leave and let me go? Will he kill the police and take me away again? I know Vanessa will have the answers. She will give me courage.The door opens and Vanessa flies through it throwing her arms around my neck. Tears well up in my eyes and I wrap my own arms around her to hug her tightly against me. We are both crying and sniveling.
AlessioNino is waiting a few feet away from Catherine’s room with officer Simmons pinned with his eyes. I don’t move to stand with them but stay right outside the door like a guard. A doctor walks up the corridor and stops in front of me.“Are you related to Miss Ross?” I look the young woman up and down, assessing her. She blushes but stands her ground.“Husband. Well, we’re not married yet, but will be soon enough.” She nods and looks towards Nino and Simmons.“Could I have a word with you?” I nod and she leads me towards a waiting room further down the hall. “Miss Ross is in a very delicate state of mind at the moment. She told us about an inci
Alessio“Just because I have agreed to you meeting your friend, doesn’t mean I will allow you to talk back to me.” I grab a handful of her hair to angle her head back. “I am still the one in charge.” Catherine holds back a roll of her eyes but I see it. She’s getting bratty!“Okay.” She shakes her head in an attempt to have me let go. Instead I harden my grip and she gasps. I smirk at her before I bend down to kiss her lips. I am lost the second my tongue delves into her mouth. I don’t kiss her nearly enough. Have I ever kissed her? I can’t even remember right now. I never want to stop now that I have. I pull her hair harder and she lets out a gasping moan. Fuck, she’s so perfect, beautiful, gorgeus, tasty…
CatherineMy whole body hurts the day after my trip to the hospital. Alessio, Franco and Nino kept me busy for hours. I think I passed out several times only to be brought back by one of them fucking me like no tomorrow. They made sure to be careful of my left arm and my stomach. They didn’t want my cuts to reopen and of course they wouldn’t want to risk hurting the baby. That doesn't mean they were lenient. They used just about every whip, tool or toy on me as they tortured me, fucked me, pleasured me.I shiver at the memory of the night. The pain as they beat me. The pleasure the pain resulted in. I guess Alessio is right about me being a pain junkie. But I always feel like I should be punished. Punished for being fat. Punished for being not pretty enough. Punished for being me, for existing. The thought
CatherineI have no idea where the time went but suddenly we are at the end of october. The warm air has evaporated and been replaced by cold and rain. Alessio has kept his promise of punishing me until I have atoned for my crimes. Every night he ties me up and whips me. Most nights it’s only him and me but sometimes Nino or Franco or both of them join. I’m not sure how I feel about it all, but at least I don’t think about hurting myself. I receive enough pain from them.Today the sky is overcast with dark gray clouds that promise rain and possibly thunder. Not that it matters that much. We are in the car on our way to Chicago. I find it relaxing and cozy to ride a car in the rain, as long as I’m not the one driving. We are going to a baptizing of some other mafia boss’ children. He and his wife
Catherine“This was my room when I first came here.” Marissa throws herself on the bed with a sigh and looks up at the ceiling. I walk over to the large windows to look out on the view. “To think that was less than a year ago.” I turn to her with curiosity. “I didn’t come here of my own free will. Antonio brought me here after my parents failed to pay a debt of ten million dollars to him. The contract they signed stated that he had the right to take me if they didn’t pay.”“Oh. That must have been horrible.” I can’t even imagine the thought of my parents selling me.“Hm. Yeah. It was. I was angry and confused.” She is silent as she looks up at the ceiling. “Antonio was nice to me tho
CatherineIt all happened so fast. The honking of a car. The screeching of tires. The shattering of glass. The crinkling of metal. Then there was silence. No humming from the motor. No swishing of the air passing by. Only silence.I blinked my eyes open to see the devastation in front of me. The car is still upright, but that's the end of normality. The front windshield was smashed in and a long metal pipe was run right through the driver’s chest. I followed the pipe with my eyes as it tore through the driver’s seat and into the side of Alessio’s abdomen. I gasp and feel a piercing sting on the left side of my chest. Looking down at myself I can’t see any visible injuries. My head hurt and so does my chest where the belt has dug in.I f