Promise?

THREE

KANANI POV:

"Take us like a good girl, Kanani."

I continued screaming and crying, telling them to get off of me. But they won't stop.

"Stop! Please!" I scream as they both thrust into me.

A smack landed on my face.

"Shut the hell up!"

Hours past, and they finally stop.

I'm sore, scared, and hurting.

Tired.

Four men walk in, and I already know what's going to happen.

I'm only eleven.

Just a minute passes before one of them thrusts into me

"Stop! Please! It hur-"

"It hurts!" I screamed as I woke up from that nightmare

I need some water.

I can't just walk out of the room. I'll just get some from the sink.

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I took a shower and washed my hair around the time they told me to.

Now I'm sitting down on the bathroom floor with a bra and panties on and a razor blade in my hand, staring at all of my scars and bruises.

I slowly drag the blade across my thigh. I winced because of the slight pain as crimson colored blood ran down my leg.

I quickly stopped and wiped my leg before any blood got on the floor.

I know it's a camera somewhere in the room, so I'll get dressed in the bathroom.

I put on the black silk pajama set the maid gave me brushed my teeth.

I made sure everything was neat, not wanting to get myself in trouble or trigger my OCD.

I put my hair into bantu knots so it won't get matted while im laying down.

I folded my clothes neatly and put them in the wooden basket they requested me to put it in.

The rain softy taps against the windows while I'm sitting down on the edge of the nicely made bed.

I wonder when I'll be able to go outside again.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice the door opened.

"Il capo ha bisogno che tu mi segua." The same man who escorted me to my room came in. (The boss needs you to follow me)

I nodded and got up just as he walked out of the room.

As we walked down hallways, I looked at the pictures hanging up on the walls. Then we came to a stop in front of a big wooden door.

He knocked on the door and then opened it.

He then looked at me and pointed at the door, clearly wanting me to go inside.

This might be my last day alive.

I cautiously walk inside.

I was met with the same grey eyed man from earlier.

I wasn't scared.

I've been hurt too much to be scared of anyone. I've survived through every torture method they gave me.

We sat in silence for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes.

I finally built up the courage to speak.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No. No you didn't." Relief filled my body.

"I actually called you for something else." He said. His voice was deep and velvety

"What for?" Now I'm confused.

"Be my wife."

My eyes widened in surprise. His wife?

"What?" I swear every man I've seen is sick.

"Just for a year. Until my father retires." He said so casually, like that made the situation any better.

Maybe I should say yes. I don't want to get hurt.

"Only for a year?" I asked. "Yes, only for a year."

"Can I think about it?"

"I'll give you till tomorrow morning, tesoro, you are dismissed." I nodded and headed towards the door.

Walking down the hallways and inside my room, I sat on the bed.

"This is going to be on my mind all night." I thought to myself.

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Hii!

So i was thinking I should do Lorenzo's pov next chapter???

Thanks for reading!!