All Chapters of Beyond The Debt; Bought: Bound: Owned!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32VINCENZO POVThe day seemed both an eternity and a millisecond. I stood behind the metal chair, sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and the cold edge of my blade smeared with something warmer than regret. Blood pooled on the concrete floor beneath my feet, filling the abandoned warehouse with a coppery scent that seemed to overshadow the smell of rot and piss. The place was more than perfect; a graveyard where rats crawled to die peacefully. A place where I received answers, or sometimes invited the grim reaper to join the party I wiped a thumb underneath the bridge between my nose and mouth, then rounded the chair before stopping in front of the Armenian runner. His breaths were wet, rattled; his screaming had stopped five minutes ago. Which meant he was either unconscious or giving up the futile fight. Because come hell or high water, I was getting the information I came here for. It wasn’t hard tracing their little secret hide out, and it sure didn’t cost us an arm and

Chapter 34 KYOMI POV Hours bled into days, and Vincenzo and I fell into a little routine. He would burst through the doors in the morning with a tray of breakfast, feed me with his own hand while smoldering me with his grey eyes. The lunches were the same as well, and he attended to my every need. After a few hours of him being gone to do God knows what- probably to terrorize people and demons alike- he would come back to bathe me, put me in fresh clothes, and tuck me in bed before shoving dinner down my throat. He touched me like he owned me, cared for me like I was his little broken toy. And all the time, I let him. I let him touch the physical shell he was utterly obsessed with, let him rule over my flesh the way he liked it. But anything beyond that was mine. I let him hear my voice when I wanted to. He would snap and break things, punch holes in the walls because I didn’t say a word, and I would just sit back watching him go berserk. It was quite liberating really,The man h

Chapter 36 KYOMI POV My pulse was not a beat; it was a bloody countdown. A countdown before the bomb inside of my chest detonated and I exploded. My legs shook, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as I made my way out of Vincenzo’s office. My mind barely registered the fact that I was stark naked and parading the walls of my lavish hell in nothing but my birthday suit. It had other bigger things to worry about. Like the angry snarls of judgement coming from all around me, and the damn walls that looked at me with condemnation and scrutiny. Shame became a weight on my limbs, disabling me from moving at the speed I wanted. And in that moment all I just wanted was to run and hide. Far away where nothing would ever reach. Not even my own thoughts.I climbed the stairs with nothing but guilt chaffing away at me with its cold, razor teeth. It chipped at the fabric of my soul; snipping small cuts now and then. And my heart? I could fucking taste metal and salt in my mouth

Chapter 38KYOMI POVI took a step into the kitchen, and my heart didn’t break. It ruptured. On the barstool behind the counter sat Kara. The proud woman who pranced around the space in heels and in haute couture was gone, replaced by the ghost of her former self. The one in front of me was broken. Emaciated. I thought back to the last time I actually saw her, the night she came for a peace offering; her smile right before hell ascended to earth. That proud woman was gone… What sat in front of me was something else.“Kara,” I whispered earnestly, my feet taking time to land on the floor as though they were afraid. Her head spun around and her black eyes lit up when she saw me. A shocked gasp bubbled out of me. Her eyes… They were so distant. So… Lost. “Oh come on.” She scoffed before shoving some food down her throat. “Don’t give me that look.” She was clearly offended by my endless staring. But there was no way it all made sense. Where was the beautiful goddess who commanded

Chapter 40VINCENZO POV The fire was alive. Hot. Raging. My chest was carved open by the sight in front of me as everything I had built and cherished went down in flames. A scream bled out of me, like someone was yanking my soul right out of my body. I trembled straight from the core. My eyes tore open, and I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom with an empty stare. My body was covered in sweat, my lungs hot inside of me as I tried to fill them with so much air. My hand shot to my right side of my bed only to freeze. It was cold Empty. I shot out of bed like it had caught fire, heart kicking against my ribs like it wanted out. The sheets were a tangled mess around my feet that almost brought me right down to the floor, but I stood my ground. “Kyomi?” My voice cut through the silence. I expected her to walk out of the bathroom with her black eyes dancing with confusion, but she never did. I threw myself across the room before I could think, my body moving before my mind could sp