Chapter 4 - BONDAGE

The villa was worse than she had imagined.She didnt really know the full picture of a mafia family so she had expected an estate like villa, she had expected it to be calm peaceful and luxurious carrying a silent vibe It was silent though—not peaceful, but controlled and it screamed wealth, it was searching for another word for luxury. Donovan was bloody rich and powerful. Men stood at every corner, their eyes empty, their loyalty absolute. She was led through long corridors that smelled faintly of blood and antiseptic.The room she was thrown into had no windows. No clock. No mirror.Time ceased to exist and she couldn't count how many days she was kept in thereFood came irregularly, slid through the door without a word. Water followed when she was close to collapse. No explanations. No mercy.Sometimes she heard screams from far away.Sometimes she heard nothing at all.When the door finally opened again, she scrambled backward instinctively.Donovan stood there, hands in his pockets, perfectly composed."Look at you," he said softly. "Already learning."He crouched in front of her, close enough that she could smell his cologne beneath the iron scent that clung to him.He smelt like cinnamon and that was a turn on for Adeline "I don't need chains," he continued. "Fear works faster."He stood and turned away."Rest," he said over his shoulder. "You'll need your strength."The door shut.Adeline curled into herself, sobbing silently.She understood now.There wasn't any hope for her, she survives death only if she behaves herself but there wasn't any promising guarantee that she was going to leave here soonShe thought of her parents back at Morcote, Noah her sweet brother and Rory She couldn't place the blame on anyone but herself. She was born for ill luck and now she is having scores to settle with the damn devil.A man that didn't just kill.He erased.And she was trapped inside his world, where mercy was a weakness—and survival would cost her everything.