𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚. ✔

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧.

* Emilia's POV. *
(TW: mentions of abuse and SA.)

My body shivered on the cold marble floor I was laying on.

It was a routine that I got "training" in a cell. Yeah, like I'm some dog.

"Here's your food ma'am.." a mature woman said. The sympathy In her eyes, the "I'm sorry" In her eyes made me think she was stuck here too.

I didn't have enough willpower to eat though. I poured the content of the food out of the window.

My limp body slid down the wall and I hugged my knees once my body hit the floor.

At least I have a roof over my head right? I guess It could be worse. No don't think like that Emilia, It couldn't possibly get any worse.

"You just think you can sit around good for nothing? Your such a whore. " Luca said aggressively.

Whore.

Whore.

Whore.

My blood boiled, the anger In me took over and clouded my judgment.

I punched him In the nose.

"What the fuck did you do.." He growled and he dragged me upstairs by my arm with no warning.

The bumps up the stairs stabbed my whole body as I tumbled up them.

(TW: SA.)
I saw a group of men.

The lust, the desire that was coming off their eyes was telling me what's gonna happen next.

* Lorenzo's POV. *

"Alright men, get the car loaded up we're saving my principessa tonight." I appealed.

I walk across Marcos laptop before noticing pictures. I glance at the pictures crossing my arms with my fists balled in a fist.

The pictures of the abuse and the torture this beautiful woman has to go through. They seemed to be deleted photos and videos coming from Luca's phone.

The anger In me raised as I was practically shaking in anger.

I'm going to make that motherfucker suffer. I'm gonna make sure of it.

The men got the car loaded up with different guns like rifles, assaults, and snipers just incase. I sharpened my knife for close combat.

"Alright boys, let's go save my Tesoro, even If It means killing your self." I declared, and I declared war at that.

Hold on for a little longer your strong enough.

* Emilia's POV. *

I laid on the hard wood floor and my body pulsed all over.

My body felt so weak and I felt inferior. I let myself drift off to sleep.

Gunshot