THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

When I came through again, it was morning. The harsh sun hitting my face did nothing but worsen the headache I was feeling.

My eyes shifted around the room, settling on the door to see that it was still locked from the inside. This made me puff out a sigh of relief, knowing Sin wasn’t anywhere in sight.

I remained in the same position on the bed, just laying there numb, wondering how my life had turned into such disaster.

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Wiping the tears that fell down my eyes, I slowly turned my head to the other side of the bed where a table clock rested, seeing that it read 8:30 in the morning.

Not that I had anywhere to go. I was trapped here.

trapped by that monster. with no idea of what he might do next.

Last night was a clear demonstration of how evil he was. He might not have taken me against my will, but heaven knows he was this close to having his way, and the only reason he stopped was because of his sinister plan to have me beg for it.

He was doing all this for fun.

I was pulled back to last night and how his fingers had caressed my body, leaving a sweet tingle with each wake. The feeling of disgust instantly hits me. I was angry and disgusted at myself for how easy it was for him to make my body weak to his touch, betraying every resolve I felt against him.

If he hadn’t stopped when he did, I was certain he would have been able to possess my body and mind like he wanted to.

I won’t let him win. I don’t care how much my body betrays me; I was going to resist him. There was no way I was ever going to beg for him to take me.

“Never,” I muttered with determination, vigorously wiping the tears off my face and wincing in the process.

After getting tired of just lying in bed, feeling bad for myself, I tried getting up, but my body ached and my eyes fell on my naked body, which was bruised.

A loud groan left my lips as I struggled to put both my legs on the floor, pushing myself up while flinching with every step.

With every step I took, my knees felt weak, and I held onto the wall for support as I walked toward the mirror. A gasp left my lips when I stared back at my reflection.

My hair is a tangled mess, and there are marks and bruises all over my body in deep red and swollen. My face was in a shade of red due to being hit; my eyes were bloodshot, and dark circles adorned below it.

I couldn’t stop the tears that threatened to fall; I just didn’t recognize myself anymore, and all I could do was wish I had just stayed home that night instead of going to that club with Stephanie.

Not being able to stare at my reflection anymore, I carried on using the wall as a support, walking towards the bathroom.

I moved towards the bathtub, filling it with warm water before getting in it. The water did its magic, helping ease the stiffness my body felt, but that was all it could do.

It didn’t help that I was alone and close to my breaking point with no one to help. Raising my knees, I hugged myself and, resting my face on my knees, I sobbed my sadness away.

I was so miserable.

Weak, pathetic, and helpless-these words describe me precisely. Why did I become his sick obsession? I had a beautiful life; why did he have to ruin it? He abused me and threatened me with the people I care about.

What am I supposed to do now? He is dangerous and manipulative, pretending like he doesn’t want to hurt me, but I knew better.

After my breakdown, I remained seated in the bathtub until I felt the coldness of the water on my skin, which prompted me to rise up.

I slowly got to my feet, picking up a clean bathrobe and wrapping it around my body before making my way out of the bathroom.

My footstep halts when I see Sin sitting casually on the couch while typing on his phone.

How did he get in?

I didn’t get the chance to ponder on that when his head raised when he felt my presence; his gaze racked my face, and more importantly, my cheek.

His eyes shifted from my cheek to my eyes then back to my cheek before getting up from the couch and walking slowly towards me, causing me to move back until my back hit the door of the bathroom and his height towered against mine.

He kept staring at me, which made me feel uneasy. My breath quickened, and my eyes wandered around the room, scared to meet his gaze.

“How was your night?” He asked, and I almost scoffed at how casual he was. I raised my head, my eyes meeting his in a glare, not saying anything. “Seeing how puffy your eyes are, I’m guessing you cried yourself to sleep.” He says, getting no word from me as I turned away from him.

Sin sighed, his jaw clenched, and he looked away briefly before speaking again. “You haven’t had anything since last night; I will get Zoey to bring breakfast for you and an Advil to help with the pain.”

“I’m not hungry,” I whispered. “I don’t really feel like having anything right now or I might throw up.”

“You need to eat. Breakfast is essential, Mani.” He said it again, acting like he cared about me.

“I’m tired. I just want to sleep some more. I’m not hungry,” I said, dismissing his words.

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again. “Fine, I will get Zoey to bring up something for you later,” he said, clearly frustrated.

I didn’t bother responding and instead walked past him to the bed, getting under the cover. He didn’t say anything or reprimand me for being rude.

The sound of the door closing had me releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I slowly closed my eyes, nearly falling asleep, until I felt something cold press against my cheek, causing me to jump due to the sensation as my eyes snapped open.

“Does it hurt?” Sin questioned me with a sorrowful expression, placing a cloth of ice against my cheek, and he gently caressed my bruised and swollen face.

I hated the look in his eyes and the pain in his voice; I felt like the fact that he had hurt me was a source of conflict for him.

And frankly, I was tired of crying and feeling pity for myself. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again.

“I need to reduce the swelling and redness in your face. I hate seeing you like this. You just won’t understand. ” He kept talking like he was talking to himself, because whatever he said made no sense. I kept my gaze cast down to the floor.

“This is much better.” He examined my face closely and said, “Look at me, amore.” His voice sounded pleading. I didn’t bother moving my eyes from the floor or acknowledging his presence.

He let out a sigh. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped.

“I left the painkiller on the table, have it before you sleep.” He paused, waiting for me to reply, but was welcomed with a silent “I will leave you to rest. If you need anything, call Zoey.” He says so after a few minutes, his voice low and dejected. He stood up from the bed, walking out of the room.