Tied to the devil

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Maia POV

1 hour earlier.

"You look beautiful little princess" Fausto mutters taking my body in. I stare down at the floor not wanting to lock gazes with him. I hate him more than I thought I could hate a person and it's not because he abuses me or keeps me captive, it's because he only lets me see my son for 3 hours a day.

"Don't look so sad princess," he nudges in that 'pretend to be nice' voice. "Come here" he directs, of course, I do as he says. He takes me by the waist pulling me into him, "you feel that little princess, that's what you do to me" he hums. Disgusting prick.

How has he got a hard on right now, I'm actually fully clothed for once. "Hug me little princess" he murmurs on my head; I wrap my arms around his waist in the way he likes. "Good girl" he sighs kissing me on the head.

His phone rings in his pocket, "go sit on the bed" he directs, I pull away from him immediately. He answers his phone the person on the other end talking, his face turns into a frown and then anger.

Shit he's angry. "What!" he shouts back down the phone.

He locks eyes with me as if burning into my skull, every sentence that his said on the phone the angrier he looks. "Sort it out now!" he practically screams, shocking me slightly. He turns to walk out the room, seething with every word when a loud sound deafens my ears.

I instinctively cover my head with my hands, cowering as low as possible, the room shakes slightly the chandelier swinging on the ceiling. It crashes to the ground shards of glass spreading across the floor.

I run across the glass my slippers hardly protecting my feet, there is only one thing on my mind right now. I reach for the door, but Fausto's hands grab my wrists, pulling me back into him. "MISHA!" I scream tugging against him.

"Where do you think you are going little princess" he tuts but I can hear the anger in every word. "Let me get Misha!" I yell.

"Misha huh? I thought he was called Antonio," he chuckles deviously. Shit. I forgot about that for a moment. "And what were you going to do when you get to our son?" he questions dragging me back from the door. I struggle in his arms every inch of me fighting to get to my son.

I elbow him in the gut, his grip loosening for a second. I take my chance.

I grab a piece of glass from the floor, the sharpness cutting my hand, I don't feel the pain. But he will.

His hands wrap around my chest, I whip around but he dodges my attack. "Put the glass down. Now!" he demands. He can't control me, not when I have a chance.

I don't put it down, I go for another swing, this time catching his cheek. A small line of blood forms on his face, he runs his finger along it his face turning dark. Fuck.

I can do this I think to myself. I do not yield.

"You are in so much trouble little princess" he smirks a sadistic smile pulling on his lips. He lunges at me, too fast for me to react, he pins me under him my back being pricked my shards of glass.

I struggle under his body, reaching for another shard, my hand catches another piece and I stab him in the side. He hisses in pain, but his grip just becomes stronger. I then knee him in the crotch, his body hunches over.

I scramble to the floor, but he grabs my ankles, I reach for the closest object. The dresser topples under my weight, wood splinters shooting from the furniture. My body groans in pain from the glass, wood, and punches but I get back up as does he.

He launches again, I dodge his fist swinging underneath, shoving the shard of glass in his shoulder. "You're better than I thought, little princess" he chuckles.