**Chapter 8: Bound by Darkness**
After tristan forcefully fed her he
said he had some work and that he had to go now. While leaving he made sure to lock the door and Isabella slowly dozed off.
While she woke up she remembered that she always carried a gun in her bag cuz she was a lawyer and hoped that it'd be there. And while she was searching for that,Hopefully she found her bag in the wardrobe nevertheless she took the gun and when she turned around she was surprised seeing Tristan standing there while folding his arms.
Tristan's voice cut through the silence, "Trying to escape again, sweetheart," he mocked.
Isabella swiftly raised the gun, "Stay back, Tristan, if you don't want me to shoot you."
Tristan's eyes darkened as he stepped towards her, dodged her gun and threw it away, "amore, why can't you understand that you belong to me?"
"I would never belong to a monster like you. I hate you," Isabella spatted her hateful words.
He felt a pang in his heart but decided to ignore it.
"We are going to get engaged. So stop with this shitty act of yours," Tristan declared.
"What makes you think I would get engaged to a shitty person like you? You are just like your parents, heartless and merciless," Isabella shot back, unintentionally insulting his parents.
Tristan's eyes darkened as he leaned towards her, "Take back your words if you don't want to regret it."
"I would never take my words back, you psycho!" Isabella exclaimed.
He pushed her to the bed, warning her, "If you value your friend's safety, you will never get out of the bed. Atleast for now."
Tristan returned with a whip, stating, "You made me do this, amore. You need to learn to respect my parents and your soon-to-be in-laws."
"Count Isabella," he ordered. But she being stubborn, she didn't count.
"If you don't want it to get worse, count Isabella," Tristan warned.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Tr-tristan... it-t hurts, pl-pls le-leave me-e" she pleaded when he whipped her.
"If you want to end it easy then fucking count Isabella, dont you dare defy me sweetheart" he threatened her
"O-one..."
"T-two..."
"F-five... "
"T-ten.".
"Thir-thirteen.".
She started counting knowing very well how stubborn he was.
" Fifte-teen," Isabella stuttered while counting, reaching till the 15th whip, as darkness engulfed her, losing consciousness.
"I'm sorry, my sweetheart. You deserve more happiness, but I'm too selfish to let you go. I love you too much," Tristan confessed, as guilt overwhelmed him.
"But insulting my parents would get us nowhere." His soft voice immediately changed into firm.
With tenderness, he undressed her, kissed the wounds he made, cleaned her up, and changed her into his shirt and shorts before kissing her forehead and leaving the room.
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The next morning
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The first rays of sun filtered through the curtains, causing a soft glow over the room. Isabella woke up from her restless sleep, her mind still clouded with the events of the previous night.
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Bound by Obsession
Romance**Description:** Isabella Rossi is a fierce bounty hunter with a reputation for bringing in the most elusive targets. When she sets her sights on Tristan De Luca, the enigmatic and ruthless mafia king, she underestimates his obsession. Tristan is ca...
