Prisoner To The Mafia King
Just earlier today, I was a bride, and now I am imprisoned in a cage like a dog.
A click echoes through the room, and the door swings open; my heart clenches in my chest.
Damien, he was in slowly, not saying a word.
His expensive black shoes echo against the gleaming marble floor.
Step. Step. Step.
Each step sends shivers down my spine. He hauls a chair across the room with a scraping sound and then sets it directly in front of the cage, before sitting down.
He stares at me, his eyes, God, his eyes.