My Flower

𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

A/N: This chapter contains heavy violence.

A WEEK LATER

The room was filled with a suffocating feeling, the only sound that could be heard was the water in the tub splashing around — neither Enzo or I dared to say a word, we didn't need to, the silence spoke for us.

I gently washed blood off him, my hand constantly shaking. I watched as the water in the tub slowly changed colors, from clear to a soft red.

In the span of a week Enzo managed to force me into doing things I'd never do willingly, each task I did resulted in a simple praise and for each I didn't he would beat me until I swore submission to him.

"Why do you keep coming home covered in blood?" I spoke, finally breaking the barrier of silence between us.

"Business." He blankly responded.

My eyebrows furrowed at his answer but I didn't ask him anymore, we sat in silence for a moment but until he spoke once more, "I'm a cartel leader."

I sat perplexed struggling to find the right words to say in response.

He let out a soft chuckle, "I was going to have to tell you eventually. Since we're getting married soon, I dont want for us to have any major secrets."

I broke my silence and threw the wash cloth I was holding at him, "You're delusional if you think I'm marrying you."

I stood up from my spot and left the room, leaving Enzo in the bathroom by himself. I could hear him angrily speaking Italian all the way from the hallway.

I was aimlessly wandering around the halls until I bumped into a mans chest. I looked up to see a man with a medium, tan complexion, dark brown hair and an ice cold gaze.

Luca.

Luca harshly grabbed me and dragged me back down the hall, at this point I've lost all fight and decided it was better for me to not dig an even bigger grave for myself.

When I was thrown into the room, Enzo dressed and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed, he didn't wait a second before walking towards me and harshly pushing me onto the wall — trapping me in between his arms.

"Fuck off, Enzo! I'm not marrying you." I shouted, trying my hardest to break from his grip.

"You don't have a choice Catherine."

I harshly slapped him using the back of my hand, "We'll see about that, Enzo."

He gentry tucked my hair behind my ear, "I guess I'll get Luca to pay your friend Helena a visit."

"Just think Catherine, how much her daughter will miss her."

I felt tears rushing down my cheeks, "You're cruel, Enzo!"

"You kidnapped me, threatened to kill my friend! And you expect me to marry you?!"

Enzo harshly slapped me forcing me to lose my balance and fall onto the floor wincing in pain. He attempted to grab my legs but was unsuccessful because of my constant kicking, when grabbing my legs didn't work he placed a cloth on my face.

I forced myself to hold my, "You'll pass out either way." Enzo mocked.

Still, I wasn't giving up, I fought and kicked him until darkness consumed me.

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I slowly regained my consciousness, my eyes adjusting to my surroundings. The room had an unnerving feeling of death.

I could feel the rope binding my arms and feet and the tape on my mouth rendering me unable to speak.

The sound of a clapping forced me to turn my head — Enzo was sitting on a chair watching me from afar. The moment out eyes met Enzo began walking towards me, holding a hose in his hand.

"I'm giving you a change to think carefully about your response, Catherine." He spoke, ripping the tape off my mouth.

"I'm not marrying you Enzo! Go to hell!" 

He slapped me enough to leave a mark on my cheek then put the tape back onto my mouth. Before I could recover from the slap a strong pressure of cold water hit me.

I began gasping for air struggling to find my rythme through the speed of the water, the tape on my mouth amplifying my struggles by ten.

Enzo stopped spraying me by the hose for a moment and observed my shivering frame, I could feel my damp clothes sticking to my skin. Enzo took the tape of my mouth once more, this time he grabbed my chin and forced me to make eye contact with him.

I began a coughing fit and attempted to steady my breathing.

"Still...a no." I gulped, bracing myself for what was to come next.

Enzo harshly ripped my soaked shirt open and untied me. I couldn't process what was happening before he bent me over a table — the same table he pleasured me on the when he killed Andrew.

I could hear the sound of Enzo undoing his belt behind me, moments later I was met with a stinging pain on the back of my legs. I winced in pain and gripped onto the edge of the table.

Enzo left another hit on my opposite leg and I could feel tears prickling my eyes, threatening to fall out.

He continued like that until I blacked out.