ADELE.
"No!" I flinched, clinging onto my dress like my entire life depended on it.
Of course, it does.. How could I strip right in front of a man I barely know?
"Strip or I blow your head off"
He wasn't joking.
His eyes didn't move from me.
They remained cold and distant.
I didn't want to, but my hands failed me. I began to undress, tears welling up in my eyes because this wasn't what I bargained for. How can I let a man see my bare body? Someone who isn't my husband.. someone who I'm not in love with.
But, there's a gun pointed at me. That's what scares me the most.
As soon as I let my dress fall, I wrapped my arms around my chest, even though I failed woefully in covering the down part.
I hate the way his eyes lingered on my body.. He scrutinized me, staring intently at my body. I felt like the ground should open and swallow me up because this is killing me.
He moved towards me. I couldn't move because my legs felt rooted to the ground. He stood in front of me, a wide smirk spread across his face.
"Has everyone ever touched you, Adele?" He said out my name, brushing his hands on my thigh. I gasped, my heart racing so fast.
He called out my name for the very first time. I should be surprised but I'm not.. Not with what is happening right now.
"Answer me, Kitten? Has anyone ever touched you?" His eyes were pinned on my face, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I felt embarrassed, angry and disgusted at the same time.
He stood impossibly closer to me and made me look at him. But I was glaring.
He moved his hands up my thigh and I hate to admit but it sent strange sparks through my veins.
His hands brushed against my area.. I jerked, my hands grabbed his.
"Please.. don't" My voice was a whisper.
He stopped, pulled some strands of hair behind my ears.
"I take that as a no then..." He moved away from me, dipped his gun back into his coat. He left my room.
Without further hesitation, I got dressed, curling myself up in a corner, sulking.
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l was bored... bored to death because there was nothing for me to do. I'm used to doing household chores and keeping myself busy but I've been seated on the cold floor, allowing my thoughts to wander about.
It was a really bad idea, but I couldn't help the thought of leaving the room, just for a change and just to inhale some breath of fresh air.
I twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open. The door creased open and of course, I was startled because I didn't expect he'd leave the door open.
Leaving the room, I tried not to make a single noise going down the stairs. My eyes scanned the entire place and I couldn't say it's a really nice place even though it was.
There was no one in sight. He wasn't and neither was his men too. It was just some maids going about their normal jobs with them obviously stealing glances at me.
It felt really awkward for me because they are making it seem like I'm the first woman being brought in by... the 'big boss'.
Funny enough, I still have no idea who he is. Perhaps, I would soon.
Suddenly, I heard a sharp cry.. far off towards a particular direction. I flinched, snapping my head towards the direction I think it's coming from.
I took a step but a hand held me back.
"I suggest you don't go, ma'am. The master doesn't like to be disturbed"
"What is going on?" I asked
She shook her head and walked away. I heard the painful cry again.. sharp. My curiosity piqued. I couldn't help it.
I followed the direction of the cry. It was a dark hallway, still I didn't stop but kept moving even though the cry frightened me with each step I took.
I came across a door slightly ajar. I got nearer.. the grunts, the groan, the cries.. sharp and painful filled my ears and I got more curious.
I came across the most dreadful scene I have ever set my eyes on.. The room, I couldn't see much, but the little I could see made it obvious that it's a torture room. I could see knives of different shapes, whips and others that I can't mention.
In the middle, sat a man.. brutally beaten and wounded. His face swollen, mouth filled with blood, his eyes barely open.
And for the big boss, he stood right in front of the man with a knife dripping from blood. He looked bloody.. His veins almost popped out of his neck.
I shivered in fear.. The man pleaded, his voice cracked.
I have always wondered what man he is. Why does he hold so much power?. Why does he brutally kill and torment?.. Why shriek at the sight of blood? Why does he take pleasure in killing and inflicting pain?..
But now, I have my answers. The dragon tattoo that rolls from his back up to his neck says it all. I haven't noticed but now I do. The more realization dawned on me, the more scared I became.
Only one man has that tattoo. Only one man is heartless in the city. Only one man kills for pleasure.
And that's Lorenzo Vitiello.
A monster...
Rumour says he's the devil that gets what he wants.
I watched him.. My heart keeps breaking into pieces. No doubt, he's going to torture the man slowly to death.
Lorenzo raised a knife in an attempt to slit the man's throat.
I couldn't watch that happen. I just couldn't.
"No!" I yelled and went to stand in front of the man, my arms wide open protectively in defense.
Lorenzo's eyes darkened, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. He glared at me. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under by now.
But, I couldn't bring myself to watch a man's life being taken away from him. That's brutal and heartless. And now, realizing who this man before me is, and the amount of blood he has in his hands, I hate him more, and I hate the fact my stepmother used me to pay off her debt.
"What are you doing here? He growled, gripping the edge of the knife. His eyes blazed with fury.
And this version of him is completely terrifying.