Mafia fascinations(2nd book in mafias obsession series)

chapter 24: Is this the finality?

!Trigger Warning!: This chapter contains scenes of torture and sexual assault. Please do not read if this triggers you.

ALLIA'S POV:

I had lost all hope. Lost all hope in everything. They hadn't found me yet and they probably never would. If this wasn't the situation I would probably laugh with where I was. Why? Because of two reasons really, one it was a place of survival which reminded me how I always wanted to know what it would feel like to have to survive in the forest. The only difference was I didn't want to be kidnapped and have to survive, I wanted to survive the nature and wildlife. Wanted to survive on only fruits, nuts and prey.

Maybe I tell a lie there, I wanted to know what it felt like to be kidnapped. Just this wasn't the fantasy. The fantasy involved someone falling in love with me and then kidnapping me. That was cute, whereas this felt like true horror. The second reason was because it looked so similar to places I had in my mind, a place with an electrical chair and huge container of oil. Exactly like in my mind, they had drowned me in the oil multiple times.

Truthfully things were getting to the point that I couldn't tell if I was already dead or not. I suppose the only thing that kept me knowing that I was still alive was the other people who had told me so. Yes, somehow they had gotten other people. It felt like my bullies were a lot more than that, like they were some sort of gang or something along the lines of it.

The last time I was locked in a cage in a massive room with other prey, was with my father. I thought it would be left there, those memories, that experience. But I guess eventually everything haunts you.

I don't remember the last time I was fed, and I don't know how long I had been kept here but it must've been longer than a few days. Maybe a week? Maybe two?

Were they still searching for me? Or had they given up already? Had they given me one of those empty casket funerals? Considered me dead already? A part of me wanted to think that they wouldn't, that they would still be searching until they found me. At least Shaun, Masky, Lye and Sadie would right? Or had I considered things the wrong way once again? Had I fallen for a lie again?

I wondered if I was on the news, but maybe I was too unimportant for that. I hadn't slept since I had arrived here, so I was unable to see Lye or Sadie in my dreams. Dreaming about them used to be my only comfort, but now I had nothing. No comfort, no hope. Just the look of despair from the other prey locked away.

"Get up." I was pulled to my feet by my predator. I couldn't even look up at him anymore, I simply obeyed by his orders. Being pulled into a separate room, a whip was pulled out once again. I wanted to yell at him, wanted to yell that I just started to trust him. But what use would it do?

100 hits. That's what he had given me with the whip, it seemed that it got more every time he did it. That's when it finally dawned on me, 100 hits. I had been here for 10 days. If possible, I was even less hopeful now. It had almost been two weeks since I had gotten taken away.

"Eat." He stated placing something in front of me that looked like anything other than food. Usually I would complain, refuse and say I wouldn't eat it. But at this point I would eat anything, saying I was starving was an understatement. I was surprised I had lasted this long without food, but I suppose my tolerance for it came from childhood. After all it was only 3 days more from what I had survived before, it seemed like an impossible thing to do but maybe my body refused to let go just yet.

I was sure the way I ate looked disgusting, but I wasn't given any knife or fork, or even a true plate. I was given the food in a dog bowl, so I did the only thing I could. Ate it like a wild animal. It wasn't like I had any dignity left to care anyway.

"Now thank me" I could hear his laughter as he made me choke on his cock once again. Why was it that every male abuser did this? Every sexual assaulter thought straight to there. Truthfully I wished they were a little more creative with the way they would abuse me, it was getting slightly boring with the same abuse over and over again. The most they could do was come up with something unique, but maybe that was part of the torture too.

I could tell he was disappointed that I hadn't once cried due to it. But i had been through it too many times throughout my life to do so. I physically couldn't cry, even if i wanted to.

"What do you think your petty little boyfriend will think of this hm?" The mention of Lye made my heart sink even further than before. God did I miss him, I just wanted him to save me. To be in his and Sadie's arms again, to feel safe again.

Eventually I was allowed back up and thrown into the dirty cage. I felt gross and if it wasn't for the fact that I was sure that all my emotions had evaporated, I was sure my fear of germs would have kicked in.

It wasn't long after when I was pulled back out the cage and taken into a room with an even bigger oil container. Before I could start to struggle my head was dunked under and my body began to feel all sorts of pain. It was clear that multiple people were using my body at once, shown by the fact that at least 8 pairs of hands were on me. On my body, on my hair, on my breasts, on my thighs, on my back, on everywhere.

It felt like every piece of modesty I once had no longer existed. I never had much to begin with but now I felt like nothing. I was nothing. Maybe that's why I didn't fight back, because I felt that I wasn't worth fighting for. Maybe my original abusers were right, I truly only had once purpose in life, to be used.

Later throughout the night, it began to get colder. Much colder. It felt unbearable and I was sure I was starting to get frostbite. A part of me felt like it needed to survive or maybe it was just my instincts.

I could see that everyone was almost as cold as I was, especially the person I shared the cage was.

I was sure her name was Sophie, and she seemed only a couple of years older than me or maybe she was younger. Whilst I was here, she told me stories and sometimes I would listen. It was why I knew the home she had was broken, almost as broken as mine, and she was forced to keep it together herself. That was until she was kidnapped of course. Knowing her story it filled me with guilt.

Sophie was no longer living. She no longer looked human either, she was just bones, organs and blood. I had stolen her skin as something to keep me warm.

I'm sorry Sophie, I just wanted to survive.