Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

42: Paralyzed.

Santino's POV

"il capo, the tracker somehow got deactivated." [boss]

I bang the palms of my hands on the table and stand up abruptly, sending the chair straight to the wall.

"Mateo... Lo giuro, ucciderò qualcuno. *sigh... How close were you to getting the destination." [I swear, I will kill someone.]

"We almost found the exact location when it deactivated."

"Well?... Jesus Mateo, do I have to spell everything out for you. You basically know the area, just narrow the houses down. Find the loneliest and out-of-place house, that's the one."

"Sí, il capo. I'm sorry." [Yes boss] He says, taking a bow and scurrying out of the office. I love him, he really is like a brother, but seriously?

..

It's been about two hours since I sent Mateo. If he's not back in thr-

"We found him!"

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Charlene's POV

I wake up and first thing I do is hope I wake up next to the father of my child... Again the world decides to disappoint me.

I wake up in the cursed -but beautiful- bedroom of that horrible man's house. My life cannot be this ba-

*knock*knock

You know what, it's just gotten worse. I rub my eyes and get up from the floor, I slept here while crying last night. I'd like to say, I probably look horrible. Whatever.

I ready myself for whatever's coming and open the door. Only to be met by the face of the most normal person I've ever met...
Not!

"What do you want?"

"Good morning my love. I must say you look... uhm, beautiful as always."

"What do you want Oreo?"

He takes a deep breath and walks into the room, closing the door behind him. He eyes me up and down, with a stupid smile on his face. "Lets take a shower togeather."

What?
"I'm sorry, What?"

"Come on my love, we have to develop comfort with each other. Don't you want to strengthen our relationship?"

*sigh
"Look, Orazio. I'm really not in the mood, so imma make this very clear to you. Number one, I'm not your love-"

"Not yet!"

*sigh
"Number two, there is no relationship. Lastly, I will never, EVER take a shower with you for what ever reason. Now, leave!"
I say pointing to the door.

"You know... I had a feeling you might say no." He slowly walks up to me, I fold my arms and look at him. If he thinks he can force me, he's in for a ride. He undermines me.

He grabs harshly on my left wrist, I tilt my head to the side and release a low chuckle.

"Seriously Oreo."

But he smiles and pulls me in, ok that's it. Before I can do anything, a tiny pain shoots up my side and I wince. I look down to see a needle drop from his hand. They used it on me the first day I came here. Oh no.

I can't feel my legs, I can't feel my arms, my whole body. I can't feel anything. My body fails me and I fall right into his arms.

"Don't bother trying to move, you're paralyzed. Fascinating, isn't? You can see and hear everything, but you just can't move. Now now my love, a bath it is I guess?"

He chuckles deeply and his one hand rest on my back. The other making its way past my butt and the back of my thighs, he picks me up bridal style. I want to fight, to wiggle out, to resist, but I can't. I'm hopeless.

He walks into the bathroom and puts me on the toilet seat, balancing my body carefully. He walks to the bathtub and fills it up. Turning to me with a menacing smirk on his face, he walks to me. He brings his upper body down to my level and puts a finger on my chin, tilting my head up.

"Let's take these clothes off shall we my love."

Oh god, oh god no. I wanna scream, I wanna shout. Where's my voice? I feel weak and helpless.

Leave me alone, you monster. Renzo, Santino where are you. Come save me! Renzo! Renzo! Renzo come save me!

With that, a tear falls from my eye. I watch him. As he takes off the shoes and dress from last night. Then he stands there, watching me. Like I'm some kind of object. I feel exposed. He smiles.

"Here comes the best part."

His fingers travel slowly to the hook of my lace bra. I see them, but I can't feel them. It's like this body is not mine, I have no control over it. More tears start pouring out of my eyes.

He takes off my underwear... I am exposed. Naked, in front of another man. A man who's not my fiance. How shameful. I want to look away, but can I?

He admires my body, like I am his. As if he owns me, as if he owns this body. But no, this body knows who it belongs to. Although it cannot move, it detests him. Stealthy, yet moving. Moving itself away from him and his evil claws. He can never have it's submission, not willingly.

"My my, would you look at that. You, my princess, are one heck of a prize."

The tears fall faster. He looks into my eyes and tilts his head with a pout.

"What? What is it?... Do you miss him? Well, too bad. You are mine now!"

No, never.

"You're all mine." He laughs.
"He can't save you. Don't worry though, I won't touch you... Not yet anyway."

He takes off his clothes, looking into my eyes with every action. My heart rate slowing picking up its pace. He turns back to me, now fully naked. I avert my eyes, at least those still work.

He picks me up and gets in the tub, lowering the both of us in the water. Removing himself from behind me, he balances my body and goes to the other side of the tub.

"You really are very beautiful. I can't wait to be inside you. Well, that's after I marry you... Very very soon."

I look him in the eye. God, why? I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!

Santino.
Santino come for me.