Tainted

Zoilist

Zoilist| someone who takes joy in finding fault
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Ariadne
"Eat." Alessio ordered, but I only stared down at the plate of food. Never thought I'd ever be able to lose my appetite, yet here I was.

"I thought captives weren't given food. I must be a special if you're allowing me to eat and maintain my health." I blurt out, and I was suddenly reminded of Romeo's words. I really need to think before I speak, and it was becoming harder and harder to do so for some reason.

Neo narrowed his eyes towards me, not bothering to hide his annoyance, and something told me my presence only angered him. "You don't have much experience in the under world otherwise you'd know that for every nice act, we do something ten times worse shortly after." He takes his glass of water, or at least what I thought was water, up to his lips. "And if it were up to me, I'd lock you in a room with old, horny men because you deserve every single thing that comes to you." The calmness in his voice was threatening, yet not nowhere near as frightening as Romeo's.

"Likewise, especially if you speak of rape in such tranquility." I retort, but that didn't faze him in the least bit. In fact, a smirk spread on his lips as he set his glass down.

"Your opinion. Although, I can't say that the opinion of a whore affects me all that much. If at all." He let out a breathy sigh just as he finished his sentence. I swallowed heard at the mention of the word whore. It seems that the underworld had the same view of the word as my Papá.

"You have a really screwed up definition of the word whore. If I'm not mistaken, a whore is someone who has sex with many, many people. Would you like to compare body counts because I'm sure we'll find a whore, it just won't be me." I snorted, though I knew in that instant that those words should have never left my mouth.

"Is that so?" Neo hums, and I shift my gaze over to Alessio who was leaned back in his chair, observing with his arms crossed across his chest.

"Then let me tell you something about the under world, whore. I do as I please, men do as they please. You, cannot. As far as we care, as soon as you give it up to a man within seconds of knowing him, you're a whore. If you voluntarily let someone hand you over to a man to get fucked. You. Are. A. Whore." He grits out, and I felt as though that was a complete slap in the face.

What Neo just said only highlighted how little power women have. Women have no rights and are degraded even if they were the ones wronged, whereas men get away without so much as a scratch. They aren't judged for their past, they don't get shamed or are made to feel bad. It didn't matter how many women Neo might have screwed, men in this world will always glorify it.

"Birdie, I suggest you stop. You're destined to die anyways, but keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, so at least it won't be as painful." Alessio chimed in, but I couldn't even see the expression on his face, for my eyes were already clouded with tears.

"The only reason tears should be coming out of those eyes is if you're choking on my fucking dick, being that your lips are nowhere near my dick, I suggest you stop fucking crying." Neo growled, though for some reason, I didn't take his threats as seriously as I would Romeo's. Something told me Neo couldn't kill me even if he wanted to, which he does.

"You're in no position to give me orders though, remember? You should go run it by your boss first then maybe, just maybe, I'll listen." I figured I'd use that to my advantage, but I was definitely playing with my life right now.