Caught in his Darkness

~ Chapter 4 ~

"Say that again, I dare you."
"Massimo D'Amico."

"You're craving to be beaten, don't you?"

"I'd rather be beaten to death than to stay with you in this mansion, Massimo D'Amico."

He was about to raise his hand when someone held him back.
"Massimo don't do this dude."
It was the same man who brought me to this mansion.

"Why are you interfering Ramilo?"
"Because you will regret this later on. I mean look at her. She isn't in her best state."
"Then teach her some manners if you don't want her to be beaten."
"Don't worry, I will."

"I don't need your manners." I spat back.
"See Ramilo, she's craving it."

"You Massimo D'Amico have mental problems. You need to take an MRI of your brain because  there surely is something wrong."
"Little girl stop!"

"Don't call me little girl! Why did you bring me here? It was better for me to live with my dad even if he beated me up everyday. It would have been better if had killed me right there. I guess giving my life would have been enough for the two million dollars wouldn't it?
Being with the two of you in the same room makes me wanna throw up. The both of you are disgusting people." I spat on the floor next to them.

"Ramilo leave."
"Massimo don't." He said stern.
"Ramilo leave, now!"
"Little girl, good luck." I could see some kind of pity in his eyes.

As soon as he was gone, Massimo pushed me against a closet with my hair.
"You have a big mouth, but I know how to shut you."
"Of course you do, is there something you don't know." I said sarcastic.

I knew I was screwed. I knew I'd propbably end up in the hospital or in my grave, but I won't be his dog. If he wants respect from us then we should get some from him as well.

"Do it Massimo, beat me. You poor men feel powerful just because you are stronger than us. But the truth is that you men are the weakest creatures on this earth. You might be stronger physically but you men are way weaker mentally, and that's why you tend to see beating as your only solution."

I smirked, slightly. "Now, do it where are you waiting for Massimo D'Amico? Come on, I dare you to beat me, Leila Hernandez. And I promise, I won't fight back, I won't. You know why? Because I'm not that strong, but I'm stronger mentally so I'll be able to bear the pain."

We had a stare down for a few seconds until his arm moved towards me in a quick motion, making me close my eyes. I was waiting for the pain, but it didn't come. Instead I felt the closet door next to me being shattered. I didn't open my eyes, but tears did leave my eyes.

"Open your fucking eyes Leila."
"What?" I asked with teary eyes.
"This is your last fucking warning. Don't come near me or I'll be your worst nightmare."
"You are already my worst nightmare."

His fingers trailed of towards my neck, grabbing it tightly.

"Don't make me break your bones."
"I dare you, even better kill me." I didn't care. What did I have in this world anyways?

I felt how the air was being pulled out of my lungs slowly. Dark dots started to appear in front of me, but then he let go, making me fall on the floor.

I was gasping for air, as I coughed hard.
"G-ood j-ob Massimo D'Amico. You a-are a strong man."
He crouched to be on my level.

"Don't think that your words will have an impact on me. Keep those poems for yourself, slut."

"Man whore." I spat back.
"What did you call me?!"
"You need a check up for your ears." I coughed.
"Because you keep telling me, what did you blablabla."