Prologue
Seline
I am going to die.
I can't take this anymore. My body was burning with pain all over. I screamed so hard that I was sure my throat bled.
They are going to kill me.
I cried as I tried to release my hands from the mans hard grip but to no avail. He was strong and I was so so weak. I could not move my body and I felt my head ache.
I couldn't see clearly, I would see a blurry vision for a second before everything turned dark. Yet, I could still feel everything around me. I think I am about to lose consciousness.
I screamed in pain as the man thrusted into me relentlessly. It was so painful to be so weak. It hurts to know that you are so weak you know you are not able to do anything to save yourself.
With whatever courage left in me, with whatever dignity, I spit in the mans face. He stopped his moves suddenly to deliver a hard slap to my face. My head turned to the side from the power of the impact but I didn't move it back. I didn't want to look at him anymore. I didn't want to see him torture me while I lay helpless under him.
"Why you f*cking b*tch." He wiped the spit of his face after slapping me. He growled in anger then started moving harder, faster making sure to cause me as much pain as possible, but I was numb. I have gone through so much pain that I couldn't feel anything anymore. It was just the faint feeling of my body.
God, please.
Please.
I begged internally. I wasn't sure what I was begging for. Was I begging to lose consciousness? Or was I begging to die?
At that point I didn't care wether I would lose consciousness or die. I just wanted to get rid of whatever I am feeling, even though it was faint. I just wanted out.
I kept begging and crying and screaming until the bastard finished himself off and stood above me. He laughed at my state then kicked my limp legs to push me to the side. He didn't even have the decency to do it on the bed. Hell, what kind of f*cking decency do this men have. They are f*cking monsters. They have no mercy whatsoever. Not even an ounce of sympathy. F*cking walking corpses. With no heart. They didn't care if you were in pain. They would just take turns in pleasing themselves.
One by one, each one of them took their turns in torturing me. Every single day.
They would come in here, finish themselves off and throw me like some garbage bag.
I didn't know if there were other girls here like me. I didn't see anyone but those monsters. I didn't hear anyone. I didn't talk to anyone. It was just me in this dungeon.
I prayed to God. I prayed and prayed as the tears fell down my eyes. I prayed to God to rid me of this place.
I couldn't see anything anymore, everything was dark. Did they close the lamp? I didn't care.
Am I unconscious? I hoped I was. But I still could feel my sore body. I could hear the sound of the guards laughing.
But.. I could not see anything. I think I am about to lose consciousness.
I cried to myself. I cried for getting in this situation in the first place. I cried at how unfair life was to me. I cried why this was happening to me. I never intended to hurt anyone. I was just an innocent little girl.
I cried in agony as my body slowly lost feeling and everything shut down.
Salvatore
Tapping my fingers on the table as I read the deal. It was good, but not good enough for me. I would need a lot more than this in order to take Vladimir down.
The door barged open making me lift my head up. Vitaly stood there with an unreadable expression.
"Boss," he started. "The northern warehouse was bombed."
What?
"What the f*ck do you mean by bombed?" I tilted my head at him.
"It means that a really bad person planted bombs in hidden places then pushed the re-"
"F*ck you Vitaly." I stood up. "Who the f*ck did this?" I bellowed.
As if on cue, Marco entered the office followed by Antonio.
"Boss, Hunter is the only person who managed to escape the debris." Marco said as Antonio pulled a man behind him into the office.
"Take him to the basement." I ordered with a solemn expression.
This is the f*cking third time this happens in the last couple of weeks. I have lost so many goods and losing goods means losing more money and losing more clients. I won't accept this.
I leaned my palms on the table as Marco and Antonio left the office shutting the door behind them.
"Who the f*ck is doing this?" I growled.
"I am not really sure, but whoever it is is doing a damn good job at ruining us." Vitaly said sitting down on the black sofa in front of the desk.
"I have to find this motherf*cker,"I stated. "And I think I have a clue on who it might be."
Vitaly just looked into my eyes as I pronounced the vile name.
Vladimir Ivankov.
