Page 121 of The Heir

"Ahhhh!"I scream, arching hard. Gritting my teeth, I attempt to yank against the bindings around my wrists.

Based on the pain of the boot grinding against my back, it'shim. Claudio. My fucking piece of shit sperm donor. He's the only one that has money and status worth anything to lose in this scenario, and he's beating me like it too.

"You will,"kick,"fucking,"kick,"marry hiiiimmmm!"Claudio roars, continuing to kick me over and over, laying into my back so hard I feel my bladder give out. I eventually stop screaming, my voice giving out next. Hearing and feeling painful thump after thump I sag, settling into the thin blanket of the pallet and force my mind elsewhere. Disassociating.

"You fuckingbitch."

Thump.

"I promised you, and I always give my word no matter what!"

Thump.

"Nastywhore.Can't even hold your piss in, you gross piece of shit. I'm glad I didn't stick around to raise you. Look at you, you're worthless!"

Thump.

My body jerks repeatedly. The small divots and marks in the stone wall bounce back and forth along with cycling between fading away, blurring, and just downright disappearing. Tears pour in a steady stream out of my eyes, and I'm busy praying for the sweet bliss of nothingness when his next words chill me to the bone and force me back to the present with a sickening, ironic thump of finality.

I can't believe I share DNA with thismonster.

I tighten my lips, refusing to respond in anyway.

The wet blanket beneath me drives home the point that I am truly captured. He hasn't let me take a shower since I've been here, and I've been relieving myself in a bucket in the corner of the room that only gets changed every other day. I'm filthy. My hair is horrendously matted, and I know I stink, because every time that door opens for Claudio to beat me, or for my daily sandwich, the brief reprieve from the stench drives home how desolate the situation I'm in is.

If by some miracle I am ever let out of here, I will never eat another fucking sandwich again in my life.

Claudio bends down into my eyesight, and I stare back at him defiantly. His dull red hair shines in the florescent lights of this dank basement, highlighting the lines in his face that betray his rough lifestyle. "You don't want to comply?" He sneers at me. "Fine. I'll get your sister Melody, and thenherass can marry Lucious Scogmiligio. I'll dig your grave personally after I make you watchher marry him first."

I stare at the wall, still not saying anything because I'm sure by now both my mother and Melody have been tucked safely away. King wouldn't have abandoned them just because I'm no longer in the picture. No, he's not that kind of man.

They're safe. My only hope right now is to die, and quickly, because I don't want to do this much longer. I squeeze my eyes shut praying that when it finally happens it's not slow.

To my horror I let out a weak groan as Claudio snatches me up by my hair, and forcibly turns my head to face him. I stare into his eyes defiantly as his arm jerks hard against me.

"Mmmhhh."I bite my lip and jerk, feeling a white-hot pain burst into my abdomen.

There, as we stare into each other's eyes, Claudio stabs me right in my lower stomach.

"No,"I whisper, hearing it turn into screeching as he digs it deeper. My only thought is of my baby, and King.

Oh my love…

His eyes emit pure evil as he yanks the knife out. The pain rolls over and through me in red-hot waves unlike anything I've ever felt before. My eyes glaze over as his arm jerks once more, and a tear falls from my eyes as the knife sink into another spot in my abdomen, as well as the metallic taste of blood comes up my mouth.

This is it. It's not fast like I hoped.

"I will meet you in hell, you fucker," I whisper to him, feeling blood bubble over my mouth and down my chin. "But until then, I'm going to haunt your ass from the grave-"

Just then the door bursts open, startling both of us so bad that Claudio releases me to fall back on the floor straight onto my bound arms, causing me to roll slightly. Crying out, I look down seeing the handle of the knife stuck in me.

"Maniotti!What the hell are you doing?"A medium sized, six-foot tall, brown-haired man comes in and pauses in the doorway. His eyes narrow at the sight of me laying on the floor the way I am, and I meet his stunned stare boldly.

Claudio's face turns beet red at the sight of him. "Timothy, uh,Sir-Mr. Scognamiglio- I'm doing my best to try and get her to comply, but she just won't-"

The man holds up his hand and Claudio snaps his mouth shut."Gypsy!"Mr. Scognamiglio snaps. "We found her. See to cleaning Mrs. King up please."

Mrs. King?My heart pounds as hope swells inside of me, and my eyes fill with tears at the prospect I could be rescued.

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