Page 69 of Darkest Sin

I don’t bother responding, too fearful for what’s supposed to come next. Will I be abused in here? Stripped of my clothing and dressed up as the perfect little whore like last time? Put on display and sold to the highest bidder, or is that the best outcome I could possibly hope for? I got lucky last time, but luck like that doesn’t come around often. Will it be worse for me now?

Sergiu looks over me, that vile stare making me sick. “Such a waste,” he mutters. “You’re a foolish girl, Chiara. You should have taken my warnings a little more seriously. I told you what would become of you if you opened your mouth about my wife.”

I scoff and spit at him before kicking up dirt all over his expensive suit. “Joke’s on you, asshole,” I say with a twisted smirk of my own. “Do what you want to me, it makes no difference because that’s not all I told him. I might die here or be sold to some piece of shit who’ll rape me over and over, but it’s nothing compared to what Killian will do to you.”

Sergiu watches me for a moment, his gaze narrowed as if trying to catch me in a bluff, but there’s no bluff here. “He doesn’t know shit.”

My lips twist, the sweetest satisfaction coming from the fear in his eyes. “Is that really a risk you’re willing to take? After all, I was more than happy to tell him all about your wife’s betrayal. So why the hell wouldn’t I tell him about yours? Only difference is, the shit you did to me comes with surveillance footage that Killian spent hours combing through last night. So the real question is, why the fuck haven’t you started running yet? Are you that confident that he’ll let your crimes slide?” I pause, meeting his horrid stare. “Ask yourself, Sergiu. Whose back will he truly have? Yours . . . or mine?”

Sergiu clenches his jaw and raises back to full height. He backs out of my cell, keeping his gaze locked on mine before finally turning to his wife. “Come on. We must leave.”

“What?” Monica screeches. “No way. We’re not leaving until that bitch gets what she deserves.”

Sergiu lunges for his wife, closing his big hand around her throat before slamming her back against the metal bars of the cell. “You’ll do as I fucking tell you to,” he growls before holding her there until the fight leaves her.

“Yes, Sergiu,” she says.

He releases her before glancing toward the asshole who runs this shitshow. “Make sure you get rid of her this time,” he snaps. “If the bitch won’t sell, put a bullet through her brain.”

With that, Sergiu stalks off, not stopping to check if his wife is following, and if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll get moving. But instead, she turns back and meets my stare. “You’re gonna wish I killed you when I had the chance.”

“Don’t worry,” I taunt before winking at her. “I’ll be seeing you really soon.”

Monica scowls at me, not knowing what to say before quickly scurrying after her piece-of-shit husband, leaving me with the other guy. He stands behind the bars, his muscled arms crossed over his chest, just simply staring at me.

He doesn’t say a word, but there’s clear disdain in his eyes as though he’s trying to figure out exactly what he intends to do with me. “You caused me a lot of trouble and cost me a good payday.”

“Take it up with Killian,” I say. “The way you run your business has got nothing to do with me.”

His gaze narrows. “Is that so?” he growls.

“You know he’s coming for you too,” I tell him. “Once he figures out what happened to me—and he will—you’ll be served the same fate that Sergiu has coming to him.”

He scoffs. “You think you’re that important, huh? You’re a whore, a dirty piece of ass for him to throw around. He doesn’t care about you, and he sure as fuck isn’t coming to save you. There’ll be a new whore warming his bed by the end of the night.”

A grin pulls at my lips, and even though there’s a good chance I might end up dead, I’ll be so damn happy to watch Killian come for revenge. “You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

I laugh, all too amused by the fate that’s waiting for him. “You haven’t abducted some cheap whore. You abducted Killian DeLorenzo’s wife—the woman who owns his heart. He is the most powerful man on this earth, and nothing will stop him from finding me. When he does, I can guarantee you are going to wish you never laid eyes on me.”

“Wife, huh?”

“That’s right.”

He reaches for the front of his pants, working his belt. “In that case, if he’s gonna kill me anyway,” he drawls, striding into my cell, his limp cock in his hand. “I might as well get something out of it then.”

No. Fuck no.

Horror consumes me, and I pull against my bound wrists, the too-tight rope digging into my flesh as I throw my legs out. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I spit, kicking the fucker in the shin.

He roars in agony, but the determination in his putrid stare only strengthens, and I watch in horror as he whistles loudly, calling for help. Then as if on cue, two big men storm into my cell. They come for me, all three of them smirking like this is the best game they’ve ever played.

They hold me down as one of them pulls a knife and starts cutting my clothes off my body, the sharp tip digging into my flesh. I cry out in agony, and when my thighs are forced apart, the tears roll heavily down my cheeks.

The owner moves into me, and when he violently slams his pathetic excuse of a cock deep inside of me, all I can do is turn my head and clench my eyes, hoping and begging for the brutal torture to end.

One after the other, they take their turns, until finally it’s over.

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