Griselda POV
The pain was unbearable as I lay helplessly barfing blood around my face and arms.
My eyes were swollen from tears, and my cheeks were bruised to the point where you couldn't recognize me. Yet, he continued to kick and kick my stomach, showing no mercy simply because I defied him.
"Aren't you going to apologize, huh?" he hissed as he pulled my hair back with such force that I cried out in pain. He yanked my right arm, causing me to stand up and stumble a little.
I quickly regained my balance as he punched me in the face once more. The punch knocked me off balance. I fell to the ground and hit my head on the kitchen table "'s counter.
I hissed in pain and looked down, not daring to look at him. I knew what would happen if I looked at him, my gaze fixed on the granite tiles.
He knelt down and looked into my eyes, and I flinched as I unintentionally looked into his cold, dark eyes, which seemed to be filled with hatred and anger.
I quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn't notice me staring at him, but my plan failed as he noticed that my gaze was still on him.
He yanked my chin towards him, causing me to look into his dark eyes once more.
"Do you remember how your father wanted me to marry a slut, you worthless piece of trash,? Now you are meant to obey my orders like a little slut you are, I hope am understood?"
I didn't respond, so he stood up and punched my stomach again.
I was surprised that I didn’t pass out after he had been abusing me for the previous fifteen or twenty minutes.
I couldn't feel the pain anymore and just lay there staring straight ahead.
He sighed, knowing I was not going to ever speak so he knelt down once more.
"Are you not going to speak?" he inquired.
I just stared blankly ahead, not daring to give him the satisfaction of apologizing to him.
"Even with blood on you, you still look beautiful," he said.
When his hands made sudden contact with my face, I flinched and my neck snapped right.
I cradled my face in my hands and stared at him through glassy eyes.
He smiled and nodded in satisfaction; this is what he wanted, for me to crack and break down in front of him so he could laugh at my weakness.
"My, my, look at you laying on the ground naked, with bruises on your body and tears streaming down your cheeks," he mocked.
More tears streamed down my cheeks as he said that "He didn't allow me to wear clothes in the mansion because he wanted easy access to my body whenever he wanted.
Every time I walked into the mansion naked, I felt ashamed while the guards would follow my every move with their lustful gazes.
Whenever he was in a good mood, he would throw me to the floor and let his guards use me for their own enjoyment and pleasure, watching me cry out in pain with an evil grin on his face.
Almost two years ago, I was a normal girl living a normal life, or as normal as it could be with a mafia father. But my normal life was shattered when my father revealed to me that I was to marry his most trusted man.
I initially refused to marry a man I barely knew, but my father insisted "He abused me until I caved and said yes.
He treated me nicely for the first few days, as a boyfriend should treat his girlfriend, but that seemed to change when I refused to give him my virginity.
That night, he forced himself on me, taking what was most important to me.
After that, he continued to rape, abuse, and torture me until I cracked and broke down in front of him every day.
He would abuse me and then apologize by taking me forcefully, thinking I liked it.
I despised whenever his hands made contact with my skin. It would feel like leeches were crawling up my skin and sucking my blood until I felt weak and helpless.
"Come on, just apologize, and I'll stop torturing you for the day," he said, breaking me out of my reverie.
When I didn't respond to him, He will stand, and almost immediately, his shoes made such hard contact with my stomach that I cried out and cradled it with my arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, just stop, please, please, please stop," I pleaded.
"That wasn't so difficult, was it?" he chuckled.
He knelt and cradled me in his arms, carrying me bridal style.
"W-what are you doing?" I stammered.
"What do you think I'm doing? I won't leave you alone for these men I call my guards to feast on you while you're naked." "He sighed, annoyed.
I remained silent for the remainder of the trip upstairs, until he arrived at my room, opened the door, and placed me on the bed.
"Get some rest, tomorrow I have great plans for you that I will enjoy, but you, I don't think so," he said roughly, putting up a smirk across his face.
After that, he left me alone with horrible thoughts of what was to come the next day, but exhaustion soon engulfed me in it "s warm embrace, and I let sleep consume me, hoping to never wake up.
Arcado POV
As I began to twist the knife that was already in his hand, he yelled, and I laughed and watched in delight as he writhed in pain.
"Come on, just tell us who sent you so we can get over with this quickly," Skyler, my most trusted and right hand guy, grumbled in despair.
He raised his damaged face, smirked, and added, "Just murder me and get this over with as soon as possible."
Skyler was clearly irritated since the man was not responding or saying a single useful word, except from aggravating us.
"Calm down, Skyler, we have to deal with this sensibly," I said authoritatively.
Skyler glanced at me, lowered his head in reverence, and tried to relax slightly.
I returned my gaze to the man, who was shackled in a chair with no way out. Getting away would be ideal "He was tied up and there were three men who could easily take him down, so that was the least of his concerns.
"Now tell me who sent you," I asked calmly.
He continued staring and smirking at me, which irritated me to no end. I growled and charged at him.
I walked down to his height and gripped his chin, burying my fingers through his flesh, once I was in front of him.
He flinched, but still looked me in the eyes, and I could see his fear for his own life.
"At the very least, tell us your name," I said.
He glanced at me, debating whether or not to tell me, and he made the correct decision by revealing his name to me.
"Felix Richey," he said, but then startled when I grabbed the knife he was holding in his hand.
"Now don't be terrified, I won't hurt you," I cooed to him.
When I made no effort to hurt him, the man relaxed slightly. I caught him off guard by twisting the knife so tightly that his screams could be heard throughout the room.
"Let me ask you again, who sent you," I clinched my teeth as blood poured from his hands and dripped down to the floor.
The man whimpered but did not respond. I sighed and moved my gaze to Skyler and Dexter.
"What are we going to do with him?" Dexter wondered.
I smirked at each of them and said, "Hand me the neck torture apparatus."
Their eyes widened as they realized it was the most excruciating thing ever. It was only utilized on rare circumstances like this, when our adversaries made no move to respond. We would torture them until they cracked or chose to die.
Skyler walked over to the device, which was on one of the tables. He walked up to me after obtaining the device and handed it to me.
While holding the device, I turned to face Felix, smirking. When he realized what was in my hands, his eyes widened and he began shaking in horror.
"Either you tell us who sent you or you die, the option is yours," I said.
When he didn't respond again, I sighed. I started tying the gadget around his neck, and he started squirming around.
"Dexter, hand me the controller," I said.
I heard footsteps behind me before Dexter approached me with the controller.
I grabbed it from him and moved my gaze to Felix. I sneered at him and cranked up the controller to its maximum setting.
As blood began to gush out of his neck, he yelled in agony. Dexter and Skyler both laughed at his reactions.
I shouted at him, "You made your choice, and your choice is to die, so endure the pain."
Felix screamed and thrashed in pain. I paused the controller for a second before bending down to his level.
"Are you ready to spill now?" I inquired.
He smirked and shook his head as he lifted his head. I'm amazed this scumbag hasn't died yet, given how dangerous the neck torture apparatus is, but I assume he's one of the strong ones.
"Just kill him already, Arcado," Dexter grumbled behind me.
"All right, get me my pistol," I said.
I heard footsteps behind me and Skyler stood next to me, holding the gun.
I removed the pistol from his grasp and turned to face Felix. I knelt down to his level once more, opened his lips, and pointed the revolver at it.
His eyes widened significantly, and he began to flail around, but I didn't give him time to scream before pulling the trigger and terminating his life.
I sighed and turned to face Skyler and Dexter. They were both smirking as they looked at the motionless body.
""Clean up the body, I'll be in my office," I said.
They both nodded and began cleaning up the mess that had been left behind.
I started making my way out of the tunnels that led to the mansion. My father built the tunnels eight years ago because he wanted easy access to his mafia life, so he created what he called "the torture house."
For twenty years, my father was a CEO and a Mafia like me, but he passed everything on to me when he thought I was ready to take care of the firm and the Mafia families.
It wasn't long ago that I started working as a Mafia boss "It was not difficult for me to adjust because I was born into this life and learnt a lot from my father when he began teaching me about the Mafia life.
I exited the tunnels and began making my way to the stairs leading to the mansion.
I walked through the door and into my office. The phone started ringing after I was settled in my seat.
I scratched my temples and picked up the phone.
"What?" I snarled.
"Mr. Cusso, I just wanted to remind you that you have a meeting with the Lamborghini industries tomorrow at nine o'clock," said my secretary.
"Do you think I'm a five-year-old who needs to be pampered?" I yelled at her.
"I-I'm sorry, sir," she mumbled, her voice shaking.
"Just don't let this happen again," I groaned "I then hung up the phone.
Call me a jerk if you want, but I despise it when people remind me of my own schedule.
I groaned and turned on my computer, but then I heard the door click open and looked up.
Skyler and Dexter were both heading to on one of the sofas to sit.
"Did you guys clean up the mess?" I inquired once they were seated.
Dexter sighed frustratedly as Skyler nodded his head.
Dexter hissed, "We got nothing out of that sucker."
"That's why I murdered him," I responded.
Skyler chuckled and shook his head as Dexter smacked him upside the head, evidently not amused.
"Don't worry, if someone ever trespasses on our territory and area again, we'll question and torment them until they give in, and it won't be an easy death the next time." I said..
When I stated that, they both smirked, and I sneered back, which made us all laugh.
"Man, I wish we could torture more people; I love their screams of misery and their cries for help," Skyler muttered evilly.
"Every week, people pass through our territory, buddy," Dexter retorted.
"Yeah, I know," Skyler admitted, "but I need more blood on my hands."
I laughed as I shook my head. We were born to question and torture, and if they did not answer our questions, we just killed them. If they disobey our orders and do not perform what they are supposed to do, we simply put a gun to their heads and shoot them.
If anyone crosses paths with me, they are immediately killed; if anyone betrays me, they are tortured and killed, a protracted and horrible death.
This is what we do; we're bloodthirsty, we have blood on our hands every day, and we don't give a damn what other people think or say.
"So, what should we do now?" Skyler asked, bringing me out of my meditation.
"Now we wait to see who wants to be killed," I smirked at him.