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"What do you wish to do to him, miss Sienna?" I hear one of the men finally speak up, when I turn towards the source of the voice, I notice it is one of the few men who participated in the auction a few weeks ago.

Mr Armand Versetti

He is tall and handsome and seems rather sophisticated and composed compared to the rest of the douches in this crowd.
He looks to be somewhere around his mid or late thirties and it only adds to the way he stands out grandly.

I glance back towards Eros who is watching me expectantly, everyone is waiting for what I have to say.

Trevor struggles against his binds, his uncontrollable crying never stopping even once.
"S-Sienna, I'm sorry, come on we are friends, you know I was messing around with you, I thought you were just acting like you didn't want it, I-I didn't know-" before Trevor can finish his sentence Eros' first connects with his nose, causing him to scream in agony, the blood pouring out of his nose adding to the massive amount of red on what seemed to be a previously white shirt.

"Are you fΓ»cking kidding me right now?" I ask, my eyes widening in surprise to the degree where I can almost laugh at how outrageous he sounds right now.

"You think me crying and begging for you to get your hands off of me was a plea for more?" I feel the tears sting in my eyes when the unpleasant memories replay inside my head.

8:57
I remember glancing at the clock before I made my way off of the dancefloor.
I remember feeling uneasy from the disturbing amount of times I caught Trevor staring at me throughout the whole party.

I remember excusing myself, thinking I would call it a night because the graduation ceremony was two days away and I couldn't afford to lose any more sleep.
I remember feeling uncomfortable as I made my way up the stairs, the uneasy feeling never leaving my side until I made it into the hallways.
I remember turning around just to be yanked into a room with no source of light.
I remember it all, the little to no oxygen, the disgusting hands groping around my body, the terrifying feeling of somebody I didn't approve of pressed against me, pulling at my clothes.

I remember being helpless and weakened due to all the liquor that I wish I hadn't consumed.
I remember the grim tears that rolled down my face as I gave up trying to fight him, I remember how he told me how I was asking for it since I walked out here 'looking like this' how he told me to be good to him and keep my mouth shut so that this would be over as soon as it started.

I remember his filthy hands, his filthy soul that tarnished mine.
I remember my sister walking in on us, her head simply peeking in to check if the coast was clear for her to occupy the room with her boyfriend who stood clueless at the other side of the door.

I remember how Trevor tensed, worried that she would do something that would result in his death.
I mean...she is my sister.
She was supposed to stop him since she saw I couldn't, she was supposed to call for help since even she can't defeat him, Adonis was right behind her but knew nothing.
Did nothing, said nothing as she stood there smirking wickedly in my face as if she weren't a woman just like me.

I remember how he finished inside me as I choked on my tears, how those sinful lips pressed to my ear and told me that I was everything he imagined and that we should do this more often.
I remember how he let go of me, disposing of his remains before leaving me to my demons, bleeding on the storage room floor.

I remember keeping all my troubles to myself, even hiding them from my own family, from my own fiancee, feeling uncomfortable every time he tried to touch me, every part of his touch reminding me of that man I hated so very much, I remember hating myself for weeks, sick of myself and hating how weak I was, hating how I couldn't stop him, how I let him take my most precious moment away from me, the most important privilege I was hoping to give only to my first and true love.

But most of all, I hated how Aisha had just stood there, silently witnessing what any other woman could go through.
What many women go through every day of their lives.
And for her to do that, I didn't know who's head I wanted more, Trevor or...hers?

I don't notice how angry I am until I feel Eros wrap his arms around me, pulling me away from the chained man and into his warm embrace.
My tense muscles immediately relax as he engulfs me in his warmth and tenderness.
Can I stay here forever?
Within his warm affection and protective arms and away from all the tragedies I was born into.
Away from this life of the mob, the burden I have to carry for being one of them.

Trevor continues to scream and shout about how he is innocent and doesn't have anything to do with my ruin.

To the point where conversation sparks up in the crowd, some people manage to be inhumane enough to side with him.

I hear Adonis speak up for me but at this point, nobody's judgement matters apart from mine.

"What are all of you dense? don't listen to him, he is merely attempting to find a way out of this by playing the victim, don't feed into his false assertions by listening to him." Adonis interjects, knocking a tiny bit of sense into them.

"So...what would you like his punishment to be, Sienna?" Colonel asks, stepping forward.
"Remember, there are no limits" my father adds suggestively as he nudges his gun into the palm of my hands.

Eros gently grabs my other hand between his, intertwining our fingers as he silently tells me he is here for me.

Oh God, how did I get so damn lucky?

"We are willing to assist you in anything, you wish to do to him, and by anything, just know the possibilities are unlimited" Mr Armand says as a group of men behind him step forward to my assistance.

I look at Trevor who is looking up at me pleadingly.
I feel my heart warm up at the terror evident on his face.

Fear looks beautiful on him.

"Castrate him" I point at my victim as his eyes widen in alarm before he starts screaming, beautiful melodies, screams of agony that fill my ears with satisfaction.

"Please, S-Sienna, I-I'm sorry, please I really am sorry, I am sorry I mindlessly hurt you, and that I can't take back what I've done but...please" he cries, his face full of pain, tears of despair and regret falling from him.

"Oh? so suddenly you've acknowledged what you've done to me?!" I yell in his face grabbing the gun from my father's hands and impulsively emptying it into his foot.

Trevor doubles over as his voice strains, the misery in his voice flooding through the walls of the room.

Everybody is silently watching me, their piercing gaze making me feel nothing less than I already feel.

"Nobody" I turn to face the men stood with and behind Trevor's father, "Nobody is going to stop me from breaking this man, I'll have him begging for me to end his life before we're through"

Mr Foyers doesn't speak up, keeping his gaze trained on the floor in shame.

"Well?" I turn to face Mr Armand who is staring at Trevor, a trace of terror evident in his features.
"You said you would assist me, Mr Armand, well? do it"

"R-Right" he finally attains his straying senses as he motions for his men to take Trevor.

"I'm expecting all of this to be over by tonight" I nod at him, tossing the gun back at Adonis as I grab Eros' hand and pull him along with me.

The room is silent
Not even a heartbeat can be heard.
What? did they think I was going to shoot him and that is it?

If so they are going to have to get used to this.
Because when it comes to cases like this, mercy is never an option.

Trevor should be made an example of what happens to all people who decide to do what he did to me.
Not only all the disoriented and crazed filthy men like him but also the women who get off the hook after committing such unorthodox acts.

It's simply unjustifiable.

I will never forgive nor forget what that man did to me and I won't allow anyone to take the privilege of ending his life, not even my father and not even Eros.




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