CHAPTER 3 #2
I stood up from the spot where I’d been thrown and walked toward the bed, where my clothes were set out for the day.
I wiped my cheeks, picked up the clothes, and began to get dressed before walking into the restroom to wash my face.
I left the restroom and stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself.
I noticed the small slit on my lip and rolled my tongue over it, only to feel the burning sensation flare.
How Nicola treated me was something no one should ever go through. Alessandro would never have approved of this — he respected me, and he loved me. I missed him truly and deeply.
This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have left Alessandro that day to die alone. I should’ve saved him, no matter the circumstances.
My thoughts shattered as a tear slipped down my cheek when a hand snaked around my hip. I was startled by the sudden contact and looked up at my reflection to see Nicola behind me. He glared at me through the mirror before pulling me away from it and dragging me out of the room.
“Come on, I haven’t got time for this bullshit,” he muttered, practically dragging me through the halls. We reached the bottom of the stairs and walked out of the mansion, where a car was already waiting for us.
“Nicola, please... you’re hurting me.”
“Detka, that should be the least of your worries. Because right now — like I said — you’re going to regret talking to me the way you did earlier.
” He growled under his breath as he pulled me closer and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
My stomach dropped, and my face went pale as I pulled away slightly, watching him with a pleading stare. .
"Nicola, I am sorry." I begin to cry when he shoved me into the car and slammed the door on my face, "An-Nicola please! Listen to me!" I begin to pummel my fists on the window after he slammed it shut on my face.
My gaze follows him as he walks around the car to get to the drivers side and when he did, he stepped in the car, closed the door and sat there silently as I continued to plead with him.
"Shut the fuck up!" He roared when he punched the steering wheel which instantly silenced me.
Nicola's grabbed my face with one hand before he pulled me harshly towards him.
"You are going to exactly do as I tell you.
You are the queen of my brothel and will always be.
And guess what? We're visiting that shit place today so you can show them who you are.
Show them what you are." He spat at me and all I ever did was whimper as I shook my head.
"That sounds like a great plan doesn't it!
And while you do that, consider this as your punishment done. "
He kissed my lips, instantly causing a spark of pain just shoot to my skin when he sunk his teeth into the opening of the slit he had caused earlier.
I dig my nails in the leather seats of his car as I whimper against his mouth.
He pulled away and pushed me, I stumbled back onto the seat and cried so hard, I felt like I was going to be sick as well as pass out simultaneously.
As I whimper, I hear Nicola just throwing a string of curses at me while calling me all the names under the sun however, I didn't take those in because I couldn't listen to them.
My heart was too broken at the time because I knew what was coming next, he was going to punish me and I would have to take it.
I felt my chest just tighten as I stare out the window before I felt myself just drifting from everything.
"Stop crying or I will fucking break your jaws." He uttered as he began to drive,
The drive to the brothel was long which I was hoping for it to be even longer so I could mentally prepare myself.
Throughout the journey, Nicola would have his sudden fits of anger.
I glance to my side and realize that there was couple of empty cans of alcohol scattered everywhere in his car, immediately my body began to tense in fear; he was drunk.
I didn't say anything or protest because if I did, I would get a beating. Also, if he did happen to crash now, it would be fortunately for me. In fact, I was praying as of right now that he crashes and kills us both so he can finally know what the feeling of death feels like.
We reached there after some time and Nicola pulled me out of the car as I stared at the building, my heart dropped.
It was a small building, privately situated where no one could see it.
The building was painted in dark colours which made it obvious that this building wasn't just some normal house or a public area.
"Get in! What the fuck are you waiting for?" Nicola hoarsely growled in my ear which startled me. His breath suddenly reeked of alcohol, he has definitely been drinking.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me in, forcing his way through but all I did was tremble in fear. As soon as I entered, the whiff of liquor danced around my nose which caused me to scrunch my face in, I hate the smell of alcohol.
Nicola walked further in and reached a corner, once we got there he let go of my arms and just glared at me. His eyes were bloodshot red and watery as he continued to lick his lips before he wiped it with the back of his hand
"Nicola please, let's go home and figure this out." I pleaded as I close the gap between us and caress his face, I was so desperate to convince him that I was willing to do anything. "Please..." I whisper when my thumb traces over his lips,
"Fine." He said as his gaze was soft and gentle, I soon felt my heart just settle.
My face dropped as he answered, I was expecting the opposite.
"However, you still disrespected me which means I have to do something about it.
" He replied before he grabbed my wrists and clenched it.
I watch his face in horror while he glares at me.
"Nicola, what are you doing? No! Let go of me!"
Before I could protest more, Nicola threw me on the nearest table but that wasn't the most insulting part, what Nicola announced next made my heart drop.
"Gentleman, gentlemen. You see this fille de joie?
" He started as he pointed his fingers at me, he slurred his words to everyone as he opened a bottle of alcohol.
I felt ashamed and so embarrassed when he began to collect nearly everyone's attention, I couldn't do it anymore.
"I'm going to fuck her here right now because she didn't listen to me.
" My eyes widened and my stomach dropped, "Do not disturb!
" He yelled as he took a gulp of the alcohol.
I clawed the table when he handled me like I was nothing but a piece of trash.
Piece by piece, I felt as though my soul was slowly detaching itself from my body because I couldn't feel anything.
My brain was slowly switching off and my heart began to pump slowly because of the shock of all this; this was by far the worst thing Nicola has ever done to me.
Slowly, I let myself go thinking it would be the last breath I would take but unfortunately, it wasn't.
It wasn't.
And because it wasn't, I began to consider mom's idea.