Bound Together

Prologue

Nyla's pov

The cold basement floor stung my skin as i layed on the ground unmoving. My blood seeping into my old clothes, if you would even count them as clothes. My white shirt was no longer white and had holes everywhere. My body ached in agony from the torture. My stomach growled in hunger, it's been days since i've last eaten. It's the same thing every day, my tormentors come in and do as they please with me, I lie there and take it otherwise it only makes things worse for me. I learned that the hard way. It's been years since I've left this horrid basement. A father is supposed to love and cherish their child but not mine, for him and his friends I'm just a toy to play with but what do you expect from a mafia don. I hear footsteps coming my way taking me away from my thoughts.The basement door opened letting in a blinding light. "Time to play little girl." Alex, my dads right hand, spoke. I could hear the sinister smirk on his face as he spoke. Terror filled my body as he stalked closer. I knew that i needed to separate my mind from my body it was the only way i got through the torture.
I don't know how long it's been since he's come down but finally he's finished "playing" as he likes to say. I move to sit up but wince in pain as I do, I move to one of the corners and lean against the cold concrete wall. Tears fall down my face, the salty water lands on my lip and i lick it away. "Stop crying, it's a sign of weakness." I say to myself as I wipe the tears off my face.