All Chapters of The Devil's Possession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AlessandroI lay on the cold marble floor, my body broken, my mind reeling. The men who had once been my guards were now holding me down, their boots pressing into my back, their fists still raised. I could feel the blood pooling beneath my face, warm and sticky against my cheek.I had been beaten. Beaten badly. My face was swollen and bruised, my left eye swollen shut, my lips cracked and bleeding. Blood dripped from my mouth, pooling on the marble floor. My ribs were cracked, each breath sending sharp daggers of pain through my chest. I could barely move. Every muscle in my body screamed in agony.But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.Elena was on her knees, tears streaming down her face. Her body was shaking, her hands trembling at her sides. She was looking at Lucas, her eyes filled with pain and disbelief. She had loved him. She had trusted him. She had given him everything. And he had betrayed her. He had used her like she was nothing."Elena," I whispered, my vo

AlessandroThe pain was unbearable.Every inch of my body screamed in agony. The welts from the whip burned like fire. My ribs were cracked. My eye was swollen shut. I could barely see, barely breathe, barely move.But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.Elena was kneeling beside me, her hands trembling as she wiped the blood from my face. Her eyes were filled with tears, her cheeks stained with the evidence of her grief."Alessandro," she whispered. "Alessandro, please stay with me."I tried to speak. My voice came out as a rasp. "Elena. You need to leave. You need to get out of here.""I am not leaving you.""Elena, please. I can't protect you anymore. I have nothing. I am nothing.""I don't care." She took my hand and pressed it to her cheek. "I don't care if you have nothing. I don't care if you are nothing. I love you. And I am not leaving you."I looked at her. Her eyes were filled with a fierce determination that took my breath away. She was so strong. So brave. A

AlessandroThe cell was cold and dark. Stone walls. Iron bars. No windows. No light except the dim glow of a single bulb in the hallway. I had been here for weeks. Maybe months. I had lost count of the days.The floor was damp and cold, covered in a thin layer of filth that stuck to my skin. There was no bed. No blanket. Nothing but stone and darkness and the rats that scurried in the corners at night. My body was broken, covered in bruises and welts from the beatings. My ribs were cracked. My eye was swollen shut. I could barely move.But the worst part was not the pain. The worst part was not the hunger or the thirst or the cold. The worst part was the loss of her.Lucas had taken Elena from me. He had made her his mistress. His plaything. His property. I could hear her screams at night, echoing through the walls. I could hear his laughter. I could hear her sobs."Elena!" I would scream into the darkness. "Elena, I am so sorry! I am so sorry I couldn't protect you!"Silence.I would

AlessandroThe guard came back the next night, just as he had promised.I was sitting in the corner of my cell, my back against the cold stone, my body aching from the latest beating. Lucas had come earlier that day, his eyes cold and mocking, his fists flying. He had laughed as he hit me. He had laughed as I fell. He had laughed as I crawled back to my feet."You are pathetic," Lucas had said, wiping the blood from his knuckles. "Look at you. The great Alessandro De Vercelli. Reduced to a beggar. A prisoner. A worm. You used to make men tremble with a single glance. Now you can barely stand. How does it feel to be nothing, Alessandro? How does it feel to have everything taken from you?"I had said nothing. I had just stood there, taking the blows, waiting for him to finish. His fists had connected with my face, my ribs, my stomach. I had tasted blood, felt bones crack, seen stars explode behind my eyes. But I had not given him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.When he was finall

ElenaI heard the chaos from my room.The sounds of battle echoed through the walls. Gunshots. Screaming. Bodies falling. The villa that had become my prison was now a war zone. I pressed myself against the wall, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.Someone was attacking. Someone had come.My mind raced with possibilities. Was it Alessandro? Had he escaped? Had he found a way to save me? Or was it someone else? Someone worse?I heard footsteps in the hallway. Heavy boots on marble. I held my breath, pressing myself further into the corner. The footsteps grew closer. The door handle turned.I grabbed the lamp from the bedside table, holding it like a weapon. My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking.The door burst open.A guard stood in the doorway. His face was covered in blood. His clothes were torn. His eyes were wild."Come with me," he said. "Now.""Who are you? What do you want?""I am here to help you. Don Lucas sent me."I stared at him. "Lucas? Why wou