VALENTINA’S POV
I don’t know if I have ever felt as disposable, as worthless as I did yesterday, he… he was so different, so unreachable, so beastly and when I felt like I had somehow been able to scale through his tough exterior and reach the real him, I get tossed away like garbage.
You think you know someone and sometimes you do but other times they become unrecognizable, like strange strangers.
I watched Diego walked into the dungeon yesterday drunk, wild, rough. I was bounded vertically by two steel chains that laid horizontally each at either of my sides, I had been like that for seem to be a day, with nothing to eat and no rest, constantly taunted by the guard. This is the dungeon, it was built by Diego’s father, Raphael Fernandez but modified by Diego, the Devil.
It used to have just a bared Steel exit with tiny slits but now the steel bar contains motion sensor that shoot up electric currents upon touch so the thought of escaping might be dangerous. I can hardly move without touching those steel bars and getting electrocuted. I stayed in one position, I did not have a choice, I have to survive this somehow.
I was still marinating in my agonizingly painful position when he, the devil, Diego Fernandez walked in, his eyes were bloodshot, I had never seen him in this way ever not even when he found out about Damian and I, not even after the… after what happened. He was different with me, he commanded the guards to open up my steel prison and once it was opened and they had taken off the cuffs and chains he yanked me out like something worthless, something disposable, something synonymous to garbage.
Without even a word he started thrusting into me not even bothering to be gentle, like I was a ragged doll only made to fulfill his sexual desires.
“Take it like the whore you are.” He said in between thrusts, I looked away, I stared at the nothing in particular until I found a tiny little ant to focus on instead. When he was done I heard him leave, I did not bother to look away from the little ant, I did not bother to stand up until the maids came in and pulled me away into a bathroom where I was bathed and then taken back to my steel cage.
YARA’S POV
“Are you always this nice?” I said sitting up, looking around before my eyes finally settled on Diego who was sitting/ lying down on a couch at the really close distance to me and the bed I am on. I looked around the room, it looks very expensive, it looks like something straight out of a home decor magazine, like something designed by a top interior designer.
Beams of sun rays seeped in to the room through an opening on the roof, it had antique vases which contained beautiful and exotic green plants, I think the theme for the decor would have been tranquility or something along those lines because that is the feeling this room convey. Quietness, peace, serenity. Something separate from the world and its chaos, sometimes separate from Raphael Fernandez and the uncertainty that he is surrounded by.
“Are you always that drunk?” He replied, answering my question with another question. I looked down.
“Not always. I was just… I was just going through something.” I replied looking down, I picked up an empty vase beside me, I traced the intricate pattern on it.
“I just needed to be alone.” I added trying to fill up the void that the silence was beginning to form. I hate awkward silence, I spent most of my childhood alone trying to avoid the awkward silence that comes with being in small groups. Although I had to learn how to be around people later on because of my father and his job, I learnt ways to deal with my social anxiety, counting and recounting numbers, tapping my hands on surfaces, avoiding eye contacts.
I hate being awkward, it makes me overtalk, overcompensate, that kinda stuff.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, he sat with his hand under his chin with a small smile on his lips waiting for me to reply.
“It’s nothing.” I replied looking away from him. What should I have said? ‘Hi Yara here, I was upset last night because Raphael AKA your father AKA my godfathers/ sugar daddy who now that I think of it might have groomed me and might be a kinda sorta a not the best person ever, yeah that guy, he was the reason for the whole drinking and shit yesterday. And yeah by the way he wants you dead.
I can’t say that except I am ready to have a bullet through my head so I would have to say nothing and try to move on. Keyword TRY I don’t think I can successfully move on from Raphael, he is all I have ever known, his toxic love is what I am used to.
“Okay, well I am here whenever you want to talk.” He replied. I nodded and then he turned to leave. I stood up from the bed and walked up to the open terrace window, I stood close to the bannister, the room has a clear veiw of the ocean. It looks so blue and wide and peaceful and soothing, I took in the sight, unwilling to take my eyes off it, breathing it in.
Then my phone beeped with a message, then another, then another. I know who it is from, I know what the message contains, and I also know that I would forgive him, that I would run back into his arms with no resistance.
VALENTINA’S POV
“I can release you, I can get you out of here, I just need you to promise that you would help me…help us take over the mafia.” He said.