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CASSANDRA. I stood in front of the mirror. On my body was a red, curvy, and tight dress. It struck to my body like glue. My hair and makeup was neatly done and now, it was time. Time to make my appearance in my supposed engagement party. “Ma’am, it’s time. Do you wish to be carried, or you want to walk?” I glared at him, and didn’t bother to respond. I walked out the door, and the fresh warm breeze hit my skin. I felt free…at least I had no chains on my hands. Plenty of guards lined up in the corridor and I walked in the middle until I reached the door. It was open ajar and my eyes scanned the hall. People. Not just people, but lots of them. Their gaze landed on me and I could feel them analyzing all the parts of my body. I stepped into the room, and it even worsened since I could now hear their whispers and murmuring. “Whose daughter is she?” “Is the Don’s son really getting married?” “She looks young.” I kept on walking, my head high as I locked gaze

CASSANDRA I squeezed my naked body together as I tried to find warmth. The cold had settled in my bones and I could no longer tell if I was shivering from the temperature or fury. “Fucking bastard.” I muttered, staring daggers at the camera. I had tried to break it, all to no avail. “I’ve gone through worse! This is nothing.” I continued, my voice shaky and lips trembling. The cold was unbearable. Every part of my body ached and to worsen it all, the guards had come in minutes ago to chain my legs and hands. But I was never going to show weakness. “If you think this will make me submit to you then you have to think twice because I’d rather rot here than obey your words!” I felt dirty. Exposed. And angry at myself. How did I let this happen to me? I continued with my words, but as time went on, exhaustion filled my body, I couldn’t lay on the ground because of the cold, and so I clamped my body together as I drifted off to sleep. *********** A soft moan es

MARCO Cassandra. That was her name. The first human to ever challenge me. The first to ever engage in banters with me. The first to ever call me names. And yet, I let her. I was supposed to cage her, whip her, show her why I was called ruthless, but I didn't. Instead, I enjoyed it. I found her defiance interesting and her ability to fight even when powerless, aspiring. But now…seeing her breakdown was quite a shocker. She has upheld a strong face since she got here, and I just couldn’t understand why something as minimal as piercing her jaw would make her cry. The sounds of her sobs irritated my ears and I desperately needed her to be quiet. “Never knew the witty mouth could cry…” I began, my voice cold, but she didn’t respond, instead she increased the noise, “Shut up! Clean that damn face!” I added, my voice commanding but she didn’t flinch. “Can you be quiet?” “I’m talking to you. Listen!” No response still, and I let out an expropriated sigh. Glancing

Cassandra. I could feel the intensity of his eyes on my body… I didn’t need to turn back to know who it was and then…he spoke up, confirming my thoughts, “Spread your legs wide open, Dolecezza.” “Marco.” I whispered as I jolted up awake. The room was dark except for the light emanating from the curtains. I turned it on and… “Fucking hell!” I cursed out.“What the hell are you going in my room?” I yelled at a sitting Nathan, who had his eyes on me. He didn’t respond. He just sat, legs crossed, and I tried to steady my beating heart. First dreaming about Marco, now waking up to see his son in my room! What the hell was wrong with them? “Why won’t you talk?” I asked, my voice rising, “Do you go about sneaking into people’s rooms while they are asleep?” Still no response. “You’re such a creep.” I continued, standing up from the bed. And that was when it hit me. This didn’t look like my room. I mean, this wasn’t the room I had fallen asleep in. Wait! How did I get here?

MARCO Mature Content Ahead ⚠️ Twelve hours. Twelve goddamn hours since I’d left this house for an operation. The operation, although smooth, was tiring. Having to watch my men load tons of drugs and barrels under the hot sun was exhausting, and I desperately needed rest. I strode towards my room until it hit me…my prisoner, Cassandra. How was she coping? I’m sure she’d be in tears, begging to be released. Curiosity overwhelmed the exhaustion in my body and instead of collapsing into bed or reaching for a drink, I found myself stalking toward the control room. Just one glance. That’s all I needed. I opened the door. The light was dim, I looked around, and could see the majority of the guards resting, the room was almost empty except for one guard keeping watch. Though he sat in front of the surveillance screens with his back to me and a headphone on, I still felt something was off. “What's going on?” I asked, my voice sharp. “How’s she coping?” He jolted, s