THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE AND HAVE TRIGGERS, I SUGGEST YOU SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.Elisabeth.I wake up feeling a lot of pain spread across my body and I can barely move. Slowly I open my eyes and notice that I am in a disgusting place, which looks like a rotten and dark shed. I try to move, but let out a groan of pain.Holy shit, what a terrible pain.I look down at my thigh and see that it has a misplaced bandage, stained with blood.'' Cum! '' I manage to sit down on this old mattress and lean against the wall with difficulty, taking several deep breaths.It hurts a lot, but I can barely absorb the pain as the door slams open, startling me.A very tall man appears and approaches. There are several tattoos scattered across his extremely strong body.“I'm glad you're awake, my dear. He smiles big and stops inches from me. If I could, I would disappear through the wall, but the man grips my arm tightly and pulls me up, making me scream. “Oh, I'm so sorry, hone
Christopher.After that scary call from Elisa, the five of us made our way to the place where her cell phone had last recorded her location. Arriving there, we find the car destroyed and Brian's body perforated with several shots, blood stains on the car, which is frightening. What if Elisa is dead? We looked everywhere, and nothing. Not a sign.We are nervous and I can't stand being without information anymore, thinking about what could have happened or what is happening to her. Who was the son of a bitch?We head to our shed and, partially calm, talk to our hackers, who secretly work for us, running illicit services, and try to investigate where she might be. Since her cell phone no longer shows any sign of life, we search for the security cameras on the street, which may have captured the moment those bandits motherfuckers grabbed her, even recording the license plate number of the vehicle used.I pace back and forth impatiently."Have you found any leads yet?"“Not yet, my lord. W
Alex Thompson.We've been waiting for over six hours and no news. No nurses, doctors or any other staff at this place show up to reassure us. We are all very concerned about what happened to our girl. I remain in a state of shock, the sight of her condition breaks my heart and I am in shambles, my head propped against the wall. Those fucking bastards! I should have tortured them. Our wife suffered so much and we arrived too late.I hear footsteps approaching and I immediately open my eyes, seeing the doctor approach, with a tired expression on his face. We all got up together. "So, Doctor?" How is she? Dylan asks, quite concerned.He lets out a long breath and it makes me swallow hard.“She's had a lot of injuries all over her body, and her thigh has a big wound, but I've managed to stop the bleeding that was forming, I've given her thirty stitches, and she'll need to rest for a while. But…"But what, doctor?" Thomas asks.“She was sexually abused pretty badly and it ended up cuttin
Thomas Thompson.When Christopher and Dylan left to pick up Elisabeth's friend, we stayed here, watching her sleep. I feel queasy, I can't stop looking at her and keep my stomach from churning at the sight of every bruise spread across her body. I can't stop thinking about what she's feeling after being in the clutches of those motherfuckers and I think I'm going to throw up. Why can't anyone be happy in this fucking life? Why can't anyone love? Why does everyone judge us and try to ruin our happiness? This has always been the case. Our parents were killed at the hands of people who were jealous because they loved each other, they couldn't bear to see their love shine through. For the mafia, love is a shitty feeling that doesn't deserve this attention.Holy shit!The guilt eats away at me. We made the mistake of not prioritizing her safety. We were so focused on having her again that we completely ignored the one thing that was valuable to all of us. Because of us, she's here now, lyi
Thomas Thompson.After the conversation about the trip, we wait for Elisa to return to her bed and soon she appears, all downcast. There's no twinkle in her eyes and it scares the hell out of me, especially when she refuses to look at us or even speak to us, even when Jessica tries to make conversation, our girl doesn't respond.Her friend explains that this reaction is normal and that we should give her a break, let Elisa herself initiate a conversation with all of us.Soon Jessica says goodbye, saying that she will go to the day care center where Elisa works to report what happened and ask our girl's bosses for a work permit, and then she leaves.Our stay in the hospital has now gone beyond twenty''four hours and we haven't even eaten or taken a shower yet, because we're all afraid of Elisa's reaction, whether it's an outbreak or an attack on her. Jessica commented on that, too. We don't want our girl to be disgusted with herself and try to take her own life. We don't want her to le
Elisabeth. The last few weeks have been torture for me. As soon as I close my eyes, the memories of that day flood my mind, my dreams, my life. I always wake up screaming, begging for help and for them to stop torturing me. I tried to kill myself several times, but it never worked because one of the five brothers always appears and prevents me from committing the act. For many, this is seen as crazy on my part, but it's just been very difficult for me trying to live with all this stuck in my mind and body, because I feel disgusted with myself. Just look at myself in the mirror and I feel filthy.The boys try to do everything to cheer me up. Lorenzo does some antics and I even manage to find a little humor, but it's not enough for me. Sometimes they even try to take me for a walk in the mansion's garden, but I don't feel like going out and doing anything. I confess that I am afraid to leave this house, afraid of that happening to me again. I don't trust the security guards in this hou
Elisabeth. After Lorenzo leaves the room and leaves me alone, I decide to take a shower to try to relax a little. I don't want to leave the room, but I feel like I'm going to look bad if I stay here. I let out a small sigh when I see my reflection in the mirror, I'm very thin and with dark circles under my eyes.How do they still love me this way?I shake my head and head to the closet. I choose a long black dress and let my hair down, I grab a pair of black shoes and leave the room after I'm done. I look down the hall and see no one. I bite my lip, a little nervous.Should I leave or not?I walk hesitantly down the hall, down the stairs, and find no one in the living room.Where could they be? I decide to go to the kitchen and am surprised to find them, discussing something I'm not familiar with. “But Tom…” Alex crosses his arms, a pout on his lips. I smile slightly. He can be so cute when he wants to be."Fucking Tom!" I warned you not to put the pasta in the water without being
Elisabeth. “Oh, fuck you, Alex, you're boring as fuck! '' Thomas speaks, very irritated with his brother.We got to the airport for our trip about two hours ago and all of a sudden these two started fighting over something I have no idea what it is.'' Guys, for God's sake, stop your childish fighting. Dylan scolds, a tone so calm it draws both of their attention.“It's Thomas's fault, Dylan. He keeps picking on me about stupid things.” Alex crosses his arms."Not my fucking fault!"Dylan rolls his eyes, tired of this stupid, pointless fight.'' I don't care whose fault it is, I want you to stop it now. His tone is serious and the other two snort, complying with the order, but not before sticking their tongues out at each other. They are really childish when they want to be.We are going to France. I've always wanted to visit this place and it looks like the boys have a house there, so the decision was unanimous. We all had to wake up very early to get organized and I was surprised