The Mafia And His Angel: Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 2)

Ayla. Angel. Ayla. Angel.

I didn’t make sense, but I repeated it over and over again in my head.

Who was I? I didn’t know.

Where did I come from? I didn’t know.

I was living in a blur. In a pitch-dark world. I was nothing. I felt like nothing. I was just an empty vessel.

How long has it been since I was locked in this dungeon?

The days and nights blended into each other until I lost count. Days, weeks, months?

I wished I knew, but the devil made sure I was left in the darkness. He had stripped me of everything, even my memories.

Curled against the wall, with the shackles around my ankles and wrists, I rocked back and forth. My eyes closed as I slowly fell into oblivion, another dark abyss where there was no escape.

I woke up to the sound of the door opening. It banged shut, and I opened my eyes to see the devil approaching me.

I waited for his command, my body and mind ready to do his bidding.

He held a bowl in his hand, and the smell of food filled my nostrils. My stomach tightened as hunger suddenly assaulted me.

He didn’t feed me on a regular basis. Sometimes, I would go days without food, until my stomach would cramp so painfully that I found it hard to breathe.

He would leave me on the cold ground until I trembled so hard that it felt like my insides were shaking.

The bowl was placed on the ground between us. He kicked it away a few feet.

“Eat.”

He kept his eyes on me when the single word command was given. The tone of his voice held a hint of rage, but it also held no space for questions.

I sat up and stared at the bowl a few feet away from me. Without wasting another second, I got to my knees obediently. That was what he wanted.

And I gave it to him. Only because I needed the food he was offering me.

I felt the cold hard floor under my knees and palms as I crawled toward the bowl. My dignity was long shredded to pieces. My soul was crushed, and my heart had fractured.

I had nothing left. I was the definition of an empty shell. The devil made sure of that.

When I bent down to eat, he kicked it a few feet away again. I crawled again. He kicked the bowl again.

This process was repeated once again until I had used all the length of my shackles, and I was straining against them to reach the bowl.

Still on my knees, I bent down and licked the soup. Trying to get as much into my frail body as possible. My stomach rolled as the warm liquid filled my mouth.

It was tasteless, but I still ate. It was the only thing I could do.

My body shook every time I swallowed. When I heard the devil unzipping his pants, my mind went blank, and I waited for what was to come.

I continued to eat as I felt him behind me. I still ate as he bent over me, molding his body on top of mine. If I stopped eating, he would hurt me more.

I felt his heavy length at my entrance, and I closed my eyes. He pushed inside, only penetrating slightly. It was all a game for him.

I continued eating, taking as much liquid as I could into my body.

He pushed into me slowly until he was buried deep inside. I pressed my hands harder into the floor, trying to keep myself upright.

His fingers dug into my hips, and I almost winced in pain. My shackles rattled as he started to thrust inside of me, going deeper and faster each time. An almost feral growl erupted from his lips as he bent my body to his will.

He shoved inside me forcefully and painfully. It felt like my body was splintering in half as he took me again and again.

I stared at the soup, my eyes blurred, my mind numb, my body empty.

My stomach rolled painfully. My throat went tight as I tasted bile on my tongue. My mouth was filled with a bitter taste, and I dry heaved into my soup.

As he finished inside of me, I couldn’t help myself. I retched, my body heaving as I threw up. The vomit trailed down my chin and neck.

The dungeon already smelt bad, but the vomit only added to the horrendous smell. It was enough to make me throw up again.

The devil laughed. His laughter echoed into my ears. My body hurt. Everything hurt.

As he pulled out of me, I fell to the ground next to my bowl. I laid my cheek on the ground, right where the vomit was. I tried to breathe, but it was too hard.

I felt crippled with pain.

The devil laughed as he left the room. Even when he wasn’t there anymore, I still heard his laughter. My ears rang with it. I would never forget his laughter.