Chapter 1

• Trigger Warning:
• This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you!
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• Rosaria
• My whole body ached and I felt so tired as I dragged my feet to my room. I had to stay up all night watching Giulia, my immediate younger sister. She had been sick for the past two days, vomiting and she always felt tired. No one cared and I did all I could to take care of my sister, but it felt as if nothing I ever did was enough.
• She was already weak as it was and I was suspecting that she was pregnant, so I had to stay with her, in case one monster would want to walk into her room and force himself on her.
• When morning came, I asked my other two sisters to watch Giulia, while I went to freshen up and get her something to eat. I had to do something, maybe talk to my father. I grimaced at the thought of talking to that man. I hated him with every fibre in me, but I had to do so. Guilia needed medical attention.
• All the hairs stood in my body the moment my eyes fell on Pietro who was walking towards my direction. My whole body began to tremble in fear and I couldn't run into a corner. He already saw me.
• “Zorra!!” I heard him curse under his breath and tears began to prickle at the back of my eyes. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as he took powerful steps towards me.
• “Where were you last night??” He demanded the moment he stopped in front of me. My whole body trembled and I closed my eyes in fear. I never looked up at him. He was much bigger and older than me. I felt like an ant in his presence.
• Pain shot through me and my eyes snapped open when he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair. I screamed out in pain at the sudden and forceful impact.
• “I ask you to come to my quarters. How dare you defile me?!!!” He roared and I flinched, shivering as hopeless tears fell down my face. I couldn't speak. It was not as if he would listen to anything that I had to say, anyway. They never listened.
• “Come here. Bruja!” I screamed when he suddenly yanked me by my hair and dragged me towards a room.
• “Pl…ease n..o.” My voice was barely a whisper. He closed the library door with a loud bang. His grip on my hair was tight while he dragged me to a table. He tossed the books aside and bent me over the table, hiking my skirt up.
• I was not wearing any underwear. It was against his rules to wear one. I cried hard, his hand on my hair holding my head in place as he pressed my face roughly to the table.
• I pleaded with him all to no avail, pain coursing through my body as his free hand suddenly smacked my ass. I already had a series of injuries there and he just hit me on an open wound. He kept on hitting me hard, saying that it was my punishment for not coming to his room.
• At that moment I wanted to die. What was next after this? He would force himself on me. I was already so sore from sleeping with three men on the same day. And that was just yesterday. He passed me to his friends after he finished fucking me like an animal.
• After spanking me to his heart's content, I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. “Pietro, please—” I begged. What had I done to suffer this kind of injustice? I nor my sisters did not deserve to get raped repeatedly. Why was life so unfair to us?
• “Haa!!!” I cried out sharply when he pushed into me with brutal force. No protection, then I would be left fighting an infection. I cried and pleaded for him to stop, but he never did.
• His thrusts were brutal and merciless. He was rough and treated me like scum. “Take my dick like the whore that you were born to be.” I bit my lower lips hard to the point of drawing out blood when he spat on my face.
• “I want to see you in my room tonight.” He never slowed down, his movement frantic. Everywhere was hurting and I felt so disgusted at myself. It went on like forever until he finally pulled out of me.
• He then lifted my head from the table, forcefully shoving me down to my knees. “Open.” His grip on my hair became tighter, forcing me to part my lips.
• He positioned the tip of his cock at my opened lips and he cummed into my mouth. This was not the first time, and each time he did this, I felt like dying. After he was done, he tossed me aside and I fell with a loud thud, a crack sound following. I broke my wrist.
• “I will see you tonight.” And with that, he was gone. The moment he closed the door, I began to spit out his cum, pushing my fingers into my throat to vomit some that I may have accidentally swallowed.
• I remained lying there, wallowing in my grief. My whole body began to hurt even more and I felt the dying need to drag my worthless self to that window and end it all.
• I lost count of how long I spent on the ground, but I surely spent a lot of time as I needed time to recuperate. The next place I found myself was my father's office. I needed to speak with him, I was so weak and my head was banging but I had to see him.
• “I've been expecting you.” There was a coldness in his voice the moment I walked in, and my soul left my body when I saw the whip that he was holding. He looked as monstrous as ever with no warmth in his eyes.
• “I…i..”
• “Pietro told me about your disobedience.”
• “Pa….pa..”
• “Stop calling me that!!!” His voice thundered and the next thing I felt was pain. He whipped me right on my cheek. I shakily lifted my hand to the side of my face and I bit my lips when I touched the wetness of my blood.
• “Lie on the table and lift your skirt.” I didn't need to be told twice before I moved. I laid down on the table, shakingly lifting my skirt to reveal my bare ass that already had too many marks.
• Thwack!!! His whips came down on me mercilessly and at a point, no tears streamed down my face. It was like I was already dry of tears.
• Thwack!! “You need some manners, girl.” Thwack. The pain was never ending and I could already feel myself bleeding. He did not stop until a knock came through.
• “Who’s that??” He asked angrily, finally pausing with his merciless whips. I knew that he was not done with me yet.
• “Luca, Boss. The deal has been finalized with the Spanish cartels.” Luca reported. I couldn't see the look on his face, but I knew that he was pleased with it. He threw the whip on the ground and then ordered in a cold and menacing tone.
• “Take this thing under the courtyard and make sure she remains there. I'm not done with you.” Luca came into the room, nodding briefly at my father, before yanking my hand roughly as he dragged me out of the room.
• My wrist was broken and paining a lot, my back, ass and cheek were bleeding and he was currently dragging me with force, the sole of my feet grinding against the rough ground. I felt like filth. That was how I was always treated. Like Filth. Why?
• When we got to the courtyard, he threw me to the ground before remarking. “Bruja!! I'm going to fuck senses into your head tonight.” He spat at me before walking away.
• I was hurting so much and it felt like my heart was being constricted. No one would come to my aid. We women were worthless here and were all used as cum buckets. We held no importance and the men dominated us.
• The scorching sun came down on me harshly and I remained there weakly. The sound of loud barring music filled my ears and I knew my father was celebrating his new deal. People were moving around but nobody even paid a single attention to me. I was non-existent.
• When I finally lifted my head, my eyes fell on the open gate. It was probably left open by accident. But I didn't care. A perfect opportunity to get out of this hellhole was shining upon me.
• I ignored all the pains in my body, forcing myself to stand. I force myself to move. The music was still very loud, with guards cheering and dancing. They were distracted. I had to move very fast. The person who left the gate open would come back to close it.
• So I mustered all the courage in me and walked out of the gate. The pain didn't matter, I just wanted to get out of that hell hole. I kept on walking and did not look back once.
• My father would not notice that I had gone missing yet, he was caught up in his celebration. I kept on walking, ignoring the burns on my feet. I just wanted to get as far away as possible.
• As I went on, I had only one place in mind and I prayed to get there before my body gave out. Even if it ended up with me dying. That was the only place I could think of was the russian’s territory.
• My father would never find me here so easily, he was enemies with the Pakhan and it would be so much better if his enemies killed his daughter. That would bruise his ego.
• The sun had already gone down when my body gave up. My legs staggered and my eyes fluttered as I looked around the familiar environment. I made it! I fucking did it. I let out a strangled laugh and increased my pace, every inch of my body hurting.
• I could feel my legs giving way as they were already too weak, the soles of my feet were swollen and had blisters. What mattered now was that I made it.
• As I looked ahead, I saw two unfamiliar figures. I needed to get their attention, so I blurted out something that I knew would.
• “Kto eta devushka?” [Who is this girl?] A deep intimidating voice sounded in my ears and they began to approach me. I swallowed deeply, knowing that was my only chance left.
• “P…please help or P…please ki…ll me,” The large gates opened and they walked to my side, looking curious and on high alert.
• From the way my body shook, I knew I already reached my limit.
• So I uttered my last straw of hope, “Morozov.” My head was spinning and my body went numb. Just when I thought I was going to fall to the ground, I fell into a pair of strong arms, my world going black.