Salvation

Chapter 23

"I'll get you out tonight. I'm not letting you suffer in this hellhole any longer. These people are inhumane." The man told her.

"The plan is simple. Once they are all asleep, I'll come and get you. I'm only going to be able to take you to the street and then you run. You run for you life."

"You need, you need to do something before we execute your plan." Her voice came out as a whisper, she didn't have the strength to run far, they needed back up.

"Find Lucio D'Angelo, I'll give you his address. Go to him and tell him that Theodore Devlian will be here tonight. Tell him that this will be his chance to kill him. "

"Lucio D'Angelo? Are you crazy? Why would the Italian Don care?" He asked quietly.

"Are you that stupid or just new in this business?" She asked sarcastically, the man raised an eyebrow.

"Lucio D'Angelo is my husband. He thinks I'm dead."

"Why don't just tell him to come and rescue you? "

"He'll think it's a trap and he won't show up. You have to go now, before somebody finds you here." The man she'd still didn't know the name of, nodded leaving her alone in the suffocating silence.

As she expected soon after his departure, Theodore came into the room followed by two of his guards.

"Good day princess how are you feeling?" A growl came form Sylvia mouth.

"Take these chains off and I'll show you how much of a princess I am." She threatened. Theodore laughed, gesturing for his guards her way.

"I'm sorry to do this to you but these italians have tempered with your attitude."

One of the guards punched her, dragging her out of the bed. He landed kick after kick to her stomach. He picked her by her neck, punching her again. The metallic taste of blood finding its way to her tastebuds.

"That's enough boys." Theodore ordered. The men stopped, retreating back to his side. He whistled and another man came in, holding a pink dress.

"Let's get you looking like the doll that you are." The man, put the dress on her body. She could barely move, pain was coming from every bit of her body.

The dress was pink and puffy, full of glitter. The straps of the dress cut into her wounds from her last received torture. To her surprise once the man was done, he grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the room.

Theodore Devlian followed suit. She stumbled at the long staircase in front of her. Her guard groaned, picking her up and carrying her. They came to a stop and Sylvia looked around. They had gone into another room, another bedroom. The man that promised to help her was stationed outside, she could see his apologetic look. Some tears had also formed into his eye.

The guard carrying her placed her on the bed, leaving the room after that. Theodore came in. Fear rushed through her vains, she was alone in a room with him. Her heartbeat started racing, she tucked the chains, desperately trying to break free from them.

"I've been waiting for this since I've first met you my princess." He whispered walking to the bed.

TW: RAPE

He violently grabbed her face, forcing his lips onto hers. Sylvia tried to pull away, tears rolling from her eyes. He didn't stop, as she tried pushing him away. His hands found the zipper of her dress, undoing it. He pulled it off and Sylvia tried to move her to kick him, but her chains restrained her.

"Stop moving, we're having fun baby." She started screaming and kicking him, when he started taking off her underwear.

"Get away from me, no please no." She cried out. He ignored her pleas, taking off his belt and pants.

He crawled on top her, his knees pressed on her thighs, keeping her legs open. She screamed again, trying to punch him. He grabbed both of her arms holding them above her head.

"Please don't, please, I beg you don't." He placed a hand over her mouth, to stop her screams and cries.

"Why are you crying princess? We'll finally unite, we'll finally be one." He was smiling at her. She felt his dick at her entrance.

She tried to scream but she couldn't, she kept crying even trying to move away from him. He pushed himself inside of her, pain erupted to her body. She didn't want this, she wanted to throw up and scream. She bit his hand, but he didn't move it.

He was moaning as he thrusted into her. She was crying, her eyes closed, pain was the only thing she felt. She felt his cum feeling up her stomach. He pulled out, taking his hand off her mouth.

She wanted to attack him, she wanted to kill, she wanted to skin him alive. But her body was numb. Her stomach stirred as she vommited.

"I'll send someone to clean you up princess." He merely said with a smile. Sylvia kept throwing up. Her eyes landed on the blood that dripped down from her leg mixed with his cum. She threw up again.

The door burst open and a man entered. She didn't look at him. He took off his shirt, placing it over body.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry, I should've shot him in the head. I'm sorry." He apologized again and again.

She looked at him and saw tears that mirrored her own. She wanted to lash out at him, curse at him that he didn't do anything but she couldn't.

"Get me out of here I beg you." She begged the man that promised he'd free her.

"I-I can't right now. They'll go to sleep in about an hour or so, then you'll be free again." His voice was breaking. Sylvia started crying again, her heartbreaking sobs echoing in the room.