|| Disguised Sins ||

Chapter 36

Trigger warning. (Torture)
Edited
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17 years before
Alesso (10 yrs)

Blood.

Blood is all I see.

There was a table placed in the middle of the room and dim light hanging above it which had an unpleasant yellow bulb.

I was there paralysed, too shocked to move or to make a sound. I didn't feel my legs as I stared at the bleeding body in front of me which was tied on the chair lifeless. There were 5 scars on his chest which were openly bleeding. My throat had gone dry and my shoulders were limp as I kept looking.

I couldn't move.

I adverted my gaze to see no window in this familiar room and that's why it was so dark in here. The room was filled with the smell of blood which made me gag.

I wanted to run and run away as far as I could, but I couldn't move.

I was seated on a chair right in front of the bloody man with my legs tied to the chair and my hands tied to the back. I couldn't scream because the tape stuck to my mouth.

I just cried.

I don't know how long it has been, but now my shirt was wet with my tears. It was getting hard to breathe.

My breathing picked up as panic fills me. I want my mum, I don't want to be here. I want to be with her and listen to stories and forget what is in front of me. My hands were now sweaty and my wrist hurt due to the tied rope which was stinging my skin.

I jumped in my seat when I felt two hands on my shoulders with a tight bruising grip making me scream in pain which came out muffed due to the closed mouth.

"Non sembri a tuo agio?" I know who that is. (Aren't you looking comfortable?)

I thrash around him trying to get away from his touch but it was no use. The ropes kept me in one place.

"Tsk tsk. Oh Alesso, come imparerai mai? Sei il mio giocattolo, non aver paura." His voice was venomous sending chills down my spine. (Tsk tsk. Oh Alesso, how will you ever learn? You are my plaything, don't be scared.)

With a yank, he removed the tape off my mouth making me inhale deep.

Then, I screamed. Screamed for help. Wanting to get away from the only person who makes my life a living hell. My throat was now sore from all of the screamings and now it hurt like hell.

He let go of my shoulders and hear him move around the room making me scared for his next move. Due to lack of light, I tried to depend on my hearing senses more. Then I saw it. My stomach dropped at the sight of it makes me want to crawl in the corner of a room and cry.

A metal tank.

I know what is going to happen now. I am familiar with this. It is a 24-inch metal box. He walks closer to me bringing the box too making me shrink more in my seat. I look at him to see him enjoying my state of torture. He is older than me by six years but looks much older than that.

"NO!" I yell making my throat burn. Trying to squirm away he holds my neck with a tight grip making me scream in pain.

"Ma devi imparare." He looks like a devil who is in your nightmares. My breathing becomes deep and more audible like I was not getting enough air to breathe. My hand muscles here rigid and my stomach churned bile. (But you need to learn.)

He placed the metal tank in front of me on the table and I try to look anywhere else trying to advert my gaze.

"Lascia che ti dia il tuo regalo ora." He says sneering at me while standing behind me. (Let me give you your present now.)