The Mafia's Pet: Pawn Of The Ruthless ( A Dark Romance)

Chapter 31: The Horror Within

EVANGELINA

I staggered up to my feet and slowly walked over to the side of the cabinet where a glass of water stood. God, I was so damn tired. I pulled my hair behind my ears, and slowly stretched out my hand to get the glass, only for the door to pull in.

No, it can't be Aemelio again. I couldn't take too much of his insults for one day. It was too confusing and jarring. I just can't...

Slowly, I turned around to face whoever was at the door, only to see Erico standing there with his hand on his hips. He wore a weird short combo that made me cringe hard. Everything about this man was so annoying, and I just hated him so much.

Still, I lowered the glass down and moved forward a bit. "Did you want something?" I asked slowly.

He pulled from the door, and slowly made his way into my room. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I made my way to him. Whatever it was, I honestly hoped that it wasn't something serious. I didn't like him getting into my room.

The moment I got to him, he clamped his hand on my arm. "Come and play with me," he whispered.

I blinked. "I'm not feeling so well to play today, Erico. You saw all that happened at the party. I want to be alone for some time," I tried to reason out.

"No, let's play. I wish to make you feel better because I don't like it when you're sad, Evangelina," he mumbled.

I sighed. "If you want me to feel better, then, you would allow me to sleep for some time," I whined.

He shook his head and proceeded to tug me out of my room. I tried to pull out of his grasp, but his hands were surprisingly strong, and I just couldn't help but let him lead me through the double doors that separated our room.

The moment we stepped into his room, I noticed that he had pushed his bed bag, and weirdly, the place was tidy. "Did you clean up?" I asked quietly.

He shrugged. "I needed you to feel more comfortable with what we are about to do," he pointed out.

I looked around the room, wondering if there were hidden loops that he wanted to play with because none of this made sense. "OK, so what is it that you have planned?"

He released his hold on me, only to shove me down on the floor. I blinked in shock as I angled my face to him. He was loosening the rope on his belt and that made me shiver lightly. I slowly moved back using my fingers.

"What are you doing? What type of game are you playing?" I asked in fear.
Erico said nothing as he let his pants drop, leaving his boxers on. My eyes went wide at the bulge between his legs. This was a fucking horror show. With a slightly lowered cry, I pulled myself up from the floor and tried to run, but he suddenly held me by the hand, pulling me until my face rested on his raised knee.

The next thing I knew, he was spanking me. I cried as I tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he held firm like he wasn't concerned with what I was going through. Instead, his hands slapped against my ass even more, as his moans filled the room.

"Please, stop it!" I cried.

He did not, and I realized that I only had one option, and that was to hit him right in his dick. The moment he turned me sideways, slapping my ass hard, I shot my hand forward and squeezed his dick through his boxers painfully. He let out a screech, but I didn't let go.

The urge to throw up was so high, but I sucked it in.  Suddenly, he loosened his hold on me, and I fell back. My hands caught nothing as I struggled to maintain my balance. I couldn't crash now. Luckily, everything stopped spinning.

I took one look at Erico, who was clutching his dick through his pants, obviously in pain,  and dashed to the door. I tried the handle at once, but it wouldn't bulge.

A shrill laugh sounded behind me, and I turned over to Erico, to see he had his hands on his hips now, laughing hard at my misery. Unable to take it, I ran to the other door that connected us, but it was jammed. He must have done this on purpose.

Fuck!

I was screwed.

Aemelio had told me to take care of his brother, but no matter how much I thought about it. I was going to drown in all of these. How do I escape?

"What are you thinking of, eh?" He asked coldly.

I flinched. "Don't do this to me, please. I beg you, let me go. I know you're not this person. You told me you wanted to play, we could play tag. There is no need to go this way. You're hurting me," I mumbled, hoping that it would put some sense in his head.

But, he sneered at me. "You don't want to play. I would tell my brother, and he would be mad at you," He said in an absurdly childish voice that creeped me out.

No, he can't have his way with me. I'm going to make sure that I deal with him so badly, and he wouldn't be able to think of such nonsense. I found a glass jar and grabbed it. It was sticky, and I wondered vaguely what could be on it.

'Focus!' I screamed in my head.

I turned to Erico, and he was inches away from where I stood. His glare is prominent. "If you come a step closer, I'd break your damn head. I don't give a fuck about your brother. I'm not here to serve you like this! Do you hear the words that I'm saying? I won't tolerate being molested anymore!" My voice sounded more broken than ever, and I found myself brandishing the jar without a care in the world.

"I don't think you understand what you're saying, "He mumbled as he stroked his dick through his pants. "You're naivety and violence turn me on."

My hands shook as tears slid down my eyes which I hastily wiped off using the back of my hand.  "You're crazy!"

Erico chuckled like I had said a joke. "Tell me something that I don't know. But, I'm saner to know that my brother wouldn't believe a word that you said because he knows how harmless I am. But you, you would make an enemy out of him, and beg for death, and you wouldn't see it."

His words tore at my chest, and I looked down at the floor, trying to figure out my chances, but nothing was forthcoming. The moment I tried to look up, I was hit across the face.

The pressure of his hand was more than I had imagined. My cheeks felt like it had been dug in the hold. My lips quivered as the jar slipped from my hand and its splinters almost slid into my toes. I didn't even bother to wriggle as I was choked against the wall.

"You're too sweet, Evangelina!" Erico whined.

I sighed as I tried to get away from him, but I couldn't. Aemelio's cold words suddenly came into my mind, and I realized for the first time that I stepped into Erico's room that he was indeed right. Aemelio would kill me if I did anything to his brother.

The blood sucked out of me and I went still as Erico bit into my neck like a fucking monster he was. Then, he rubbed his dick against my stomach, squirming like a fish out of water.

I had these men with everything in me. They didn't value me one bit, but they've turned me into what I could barely recognize. The only thing I knew now was that I was so done...

Erico suddenly pulled his dick out and started jerking off on my body. I closed my eyes tightly as I willed the sensations away. It was the worst I had ever felt since Raimundo. It didn't help that I had to suffer through the stupid giggles.

Time seemed to stop as I counted the numbers in my head. I always stopped at 100 and began from the beginning. I was suddenly shoved down on the floor.

With a sigh, I clawed out of the door, as Erico laughed manically. I moved to my bed and settled at the edge of it. Erico's scent hung on me, but I was too tired to clean it up. My heart hurt so bad, and it felt like the light I always carried was slowly dimming into obscurity. That was the only way to describe the pain that I felt.

I closed my eyes as I cried quietly that way, with my shoulders slumped over.