TW: PANIC ATTACK & SELF SABOTAGING
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I'm awaken from the uncomfortable sleep I'm in by the rattling of keys in the door.
I sit up straighter and groan as I realise how fucking stiff my leg is, the tightness spreading to my whole body as my leg is practically numb.
I roll my eyes when I see Diego, smirking as I see his bruised face and taped nose.
Fucking pussy.
He needed me to be shot so he could defend himself, honestly disgraceful for a wannabe Mafia Don.
"Since he doesn't seem to be coming anytime soon, thought we'd speed up the process," he says in a bored tone.
Speed up the process?
I have 2 more night here until I'm a fucking dead woman. How the hell can he possibly speed up the process?
My eyes widen when he waves his hand and gestures for someone to come in.
My body stiffens as I see who it is.
Claude.
My body begins to tremble as he looks at me with a disgusting smile, "I thought a boyfriend would take you fille, but you still dress like a dirty little hooker," he snarls.
"What will he do when he sees your dear Father with you?" Diego snickers, taking his phone out.
I swear he is surgically attached to that thing. He's like a child who just got his first phone.
I bite my lip when my Father walks closer to me. I'm unable to move due to the bullet in my leg as I watch paralysed with fear as his hand comes up to touch me.
I flinch out of instant and he smirks, his hands coming up and tuck my hair behind my shoulder.
Diego snickers one last time before leaving the room, leaving me locked up here with him.
"Don't fucking touch me," I grit out, hating the way my body cowers away from him.
"Don't worry ma fille, this is just for show, you're mine in 2 days," he says, his voice dripping with venom.
I shake my head as his hand snakes down to my throat, his fingers wrapping harshly around my neck as he kissed my cheek.
A whimper escapes my lips as his other hand drags up my thigh, pushing my skirt up.
"Stop it," I whisper, my hands not moving despite my mind begging them to push him away.
"Not even your stupid locked door could stop me," he laughs, a sound like poison as his hand trails up my body and tugs down on my corset.
"You're mine in 2 days, don't you forget that," he whispers, planting a final kiss on my jawline before hitting my head back on the concrete wall and standing up. He smirks at me before turning and exiting the room, locking the door before his footsteps echo through the hallway.
I let out a strangled groan as I drag my nails over my arms, trying to scratch off his touch as sobs begin to fall out of my lips.
Suddenly my body is on fire as I feel his hands all over me again, tears flooding out of my eyes as I try more viciously to scratch my skin off.
I painfully draw my knees up to my chest as I rock myself back and forth, picking at my skin as I cry.
I let out a frustrated scream as his hands don't leave me, feeling as though I'm being held under water as I no longer hear the sobs which are coming out of my mouth.
My breathing becomes rapid as it feels as though my lungs collapse, panting for air as my body convulses with each sob.
It feels like the room is closing in on me as I scream for help, calling out for someone who isn't there, for someone I know isn't coming.
I lean against the cold wall as my head begins to pound, my skin on fire as my tears burn alongside the marks of my Father.
I try to gulp in air which isn't there as I lift my head, pathetic cries now filling me ears as I drag my nails up and down my arms.
I try frantically searching the room for people who aren't there, shadows closing in on me as I bury my face back in my arms.
The darkness of the room suffocating as his hands don't leave me.
"Carlos," I sob, "Where the fuck are you?" I grit out.
I let out another strangled scream before untying my jacket from my leg and putting it on, hugging it around my body in an attempt to stop his hands from wandering.
He's not here.
I can fucking feel him.
The dried blood caked around the wound on my leg begins to crack off by the sudden movement and I cry harder as blood slowly trickles down my leg.
He's not here.
But I can feel him.
He's not here.
Then why can I feel him?
Why can I feel his hands crawling along my skin? Dragging my skirt up? Touching me in a way no father should?
Why can I fucking feel him?
And why isn't he here?
Why isn't Carlos here when I need him?
My sobs become louder as I cry out of pure defeat. Exhaustion taking over my body as the darkness of the room chokes me.
No longer able to draw in breaths as my body shakes against the cold walls which seem to be closing in on me.
My hands fall from my arms as I hug the jacket closer to me, forcing my legs up and cover my body from someone who isn't there.
Covering me from the outside world which seems to taunt me.
The oh so great Ophelia Aubert. The feared killer and seductress cowering in a dark room.
Paralysed.
Paralysed with fear and exhaustion as I feel my body losing all energy.
My cries become weaker as I try to find comfort against the cold wall. Letting it cool my burning body.
My hands fumble with my zipper as I stick my hand in my pocket, grabbing at the necklace as I turn it over in my fingers.
"Carlos," I whisper, tears running mascara into my mouth, "Carlos help me."
Someone just get me out of here. Get me away from him.
I can't spend another night as the little girl he hurt.
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I was bored so I decided to update, and dw Carlos is coming soon,
Next 2 chapters will be out tomorrow, so until then have a good day/night and don't forget to vote!!
Abi <3
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