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Mila Sokolov was a goddess to anyone who laid their eyes on her, but don't let the beauty fool you. She is the devil. Soon to be taking over her mother's very successful business with one desire, to be even more powerful than he...
*Not Edited* In this chapter you will come across rape, and I would just like to say I'm sorry
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Mila Moretti
I have lost count of how long it has been, but all I know is I'm about ready to give up. I feel weak, they refuse to feed us, saying it will be easier for them to do what they want with us if we are weak.
"Dom," it hurts to say his name. "Yeah," he answered. "I'm just making sure you're alive," I feel a little relieved. "I won't die on you," He reassures me. "I don't think I can say the same," I grone at the pain in my gut.
"Don't say that," I just want to see his face. It's extremely dark here and I can't even see myself. "Dom, I need to tell you something," If we don't make it out of here I need to say this. "When this fake dating thing started, I hated you, tried to tell myself you ruined everything for me," tears fell down my face from the pain.
"It's okay, take your time amore," he coughed. "You didn't ruin it for me, if anything you made my life better, I didn't want to admit this, but I feel something for you, and if we make it out of here. I want to try this with this relationship. I don't want this relationship to be fake anymore."
"I don't want it to be fake anymore either," I could tell by the sound of his voice as he was smiling, "I'll make sure we get out of here." please be right.
The door slammed open, making me squint my eyes from the light. I look over at Dominico to see him already looking at me, with tears in his eyes. He looks horrible, his cheekbone sticking out, he is beyond pale.
Samson walks in with a tray of food, taking a seat in the middle of the room. He looked at both of us. Smirking, he started to eat the food in front of us, moaning at the taste. My mouth began to water. "Thirsty," he held a cup of water out to me.
Nodding my head eagerly. "Give her water," Samson nodded to man bun who I learned was named Jack. he grabbed a bucket of water splashing me with the water. Tears fell down my cheek, the water was ice cold, and it didn't help that I was so thirsty.
"Please," I begged. "What did I say about the begging," Samson slipped me across the face. "Stop," Dominico tried to warn, but his voice cracked. Our throats are so dry, it hurts. "You know what, I'm feeling lucky today," Samson smirked, walking forward.
My stomach dropped, he unhooked my chains. "No stop," I cried trying to fight back, but it was pointless. Samson threw me on the table, so my stomach was against the table. "Dont fucking touch her," Dominico yelled. "Why would I not, she has such a great body," he drug his hand up my thigh.
He grabbed my underwear, ripping them off. "No stop," I screamed, trying to get away, but I was being held down. The sound of his belt made the tears stream. "Please, don't do this," I choked out.
It was no use, feeling him thrust into me. I screamed. "Fucking stop," Dominico yelled trying to break lose from his chains. "Mila, look at me," Dominico said. Looking up at him struggling to see him through the tears. "Yes, look at him," Samson moaned.
