Page 143 of Monster in Disguise

But I can only hope to minimize the damage now.

"I haven't been neglecting anything," I reply through gritted teeth. Technically, it's true—I've killed just as efficiently as always, without letting my emotions get in the way.

"Is that so?" Father raises an eyebrow skeptically. I know there's no use in trying to explain myself further. "It's simple really. I brought her here for you to enjoy, to get her out of your system. She's a virgin, isn't she? The best kind." He nods approvingly, and I feel sick to my stomach listening to him speak of her like an object. "You'll be the first to taste her charms. Now that's a perfect gift." He lets out a whistle and shakes his head in amusement. "Her blood coating your cock. Top quality right here, son."

"You forget she's Rocco's daughter. We can't do that." I bring up my best argument as I try to reason with him. Surely evenhecan see how dangerous this is.

"As if I care." He shrugs, taking out a cigar and lighting it up. "I need you to get your head in the game, and it won't happen until she's out of your system. So go ahead. Fuck her." He motions dismissively to her feeble form.

"I willnot." For the first time, I'm saying no. I've had no limits before, but I find that Catalina is where I draw the line.

Father takes a deep drag of his cigar, his eyes intent on me.

"You are pussy-whipped, aren't you? He was right," he notes thoughtfully.

"Who?"

He shrugs. "If you don't want her, I'll just give her to the guards. I bet they'll love it."

My eyes widen as I understand the enormity of the situation. It's my fault. All my fault...

It only took one interaction with her. Everything I touch turns to dust... I turn my head slightly towards the table, and I know what to do.

I'll give Father something he's always wanted but never got.

My knees buckle under the weight of my fear and desperation, slowly bringing me to the ground until I'm at his feet. I bow my head in submission, pressing my lips to the worn leather of his shoes.

"I'll do anything. Please... just let her go." My voice is a desperate plea, the ultimate act of subservience.

Father's laughter reverberates through the room, echoing off the cold stone walls. He throws his head back in amusement, a sinister gleam in his eyes.

Still on the ground, I keep my gaze lowered to the floor, trying to hide the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes.

"Please..."

"Oh boy, this is exactly what I was talking about," he muses, gesturing towards Catalina with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You're weak. This girl is making you weak. How can I trust youto do what's necessary for our famiglia when you'd do anything for her? Would you even die for her?" His tone is mocking, knowing full well that I would lay down my life for her without hesitation. "I thought I beat those emotions out of you a long time ago," he sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. "But it seems you need one last nudge to let them go." With a twirl of his fingers, he removes his gun from the back of his trousers and aims it at Catalina. Panic swells inside of me, my mind frantically searching for a way out.

"I'll do whatever you want." My voice trembles with fear as I make my promise. Anything for him to spare her.

"You have two choices, boy," Father says with a sadistic grin, enjoying watching me squirm as he holds all the power. "Either you fuck her out of your system, or you watch as each of my soldiers takes a turn with her." The thought of anyone touching her, violating her, sends a shudder through my body. "What do you say?" His mouth twists into an evil smile, knowing he's got me backed into a corner.

"I can't do that to her," I choke out, my heart breaking at the mere thought of hurting her. "She'll..." I can't even bear to finish my sentence.

"Yes." A satisfied grin spreads across his face. "She'll hate you. She will despise you for the rest of her life. Either you do it or..."

My heart races as I try to reason with my father, but his cold stare reveals that my words are futile. He has never been one to listen to reason when it comes to matters of power and control.

"She's innocent," I plead, desperation creeping into my voice. But he just chuckles, dismissing my plea with a wave of his hand.

"Innocence is a myth, boy. You made the mistake of putting her on a pedestal, letting your emotions cloud your judgment. Now it's time for you to learn the hard way." His words carry a sinister edge as he lays out my options.

"Take her and defile her, or watch others do it instead. Either way, you'll be consumed by self-loathing." My father's psychological games always hit their mark, and he knows I'll be tormented no matter what choice I make.

I can feel tears stinging my eyes as I choke out a feeble "no," hoping against hope that he'll show some mercy. But he just shrugs and orders one of his soldiers to go first.

"No!" I cry out, dropping to my knees in desperate protest. "Please, don't do this."

But my cries fall on deaf ears as my father spits at me in disgust. "Just like your mother. Always begging on your knees," he sneers. And then he delivers the ultimate blow: "Will you suck my cock like she did? Maybe then I'll spare Catalina."

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