My Pains, His Pleasure

Monster

                      Chapter twelve

Caramilla Pov :

Exhaustion ravages my body, every muscle screaming in protest. The grandeur of this mansion now feels like a prison, its vastness mocking me as I face the daunting task ahead - cleaning it all by day's end. And to add insult to injury, I must conjure up a decent meal. I drag myself into the kitchen, seeking solace in breakfast. Before me lies a meager spread: five chocolate chip cookies and a glass of water. My stomach growls, protesting this paltry offering.

I sink to the floor, devouring each cookie, but hunger still gnaws at me. It's been an eternity since I've savored a proper meal - not since I said "I do" to him. That heartless man, more concerned with his wealth and status than his wife's well-being. His neglect pierces deeper than any knife. As I sit amidst the crumbs, my thoughts swirl. How did my life unravel like this? Trapped in this gilded cage, I'm forced to face the harsh reality: I'm a stranger in my own home. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the echo of my thoughts.

I trudge into the storage room, gathering the clean supplies. With a sigh, I begin my cleaning marathon. Hours pass, and finally, I finish the first floor. Lunchtime arrives, but my stomach remains empty. I wait for Luciano, hoping he'll show up and provide some respite from my hunger. But he doesn't come. His absence stings, another reminder of his indifference.

I glance at the clock one last time, frustration welling up. I tidy up the kitchen and resign myself to a hunger-filled afternoon. With a heavy sigh, I head to the second floor, my cleaning duties far from over. I long to ride the elevator, but I know Luciano would find out. As I reach for the elevator buttons, I spot the surveillance cameras. My secret plan foiled, I opt for the stairs instead.

Finally, I finish cleaning the second floor. I gaze up at the stairs, dreading the climb with heavy cleaning supplies. Six minutes feel like an eternity as I haul everything to the third floor. After completing the third floor, exhausted, I glance at the clock - 6:30 pm. Relief washes over me as I enter our bedroom, conveniently located on this floor.

I slip into a cozy nightgown and begin my arduous journey downstairs, taking nearly 15 minutes to reach the kitchen. It's now 7:15 pm. I start preparing lasagna, my stomach growling with anticipation. Finally, dinner's ready at 8 pm.

"Where is he?" I mutter, frustration creeping in.

Hours tick by, and Luciano still hasn't returned. My legs ache from the endless walking and standing, my hunger gnawing, and exhaustion overwhelming me. I collapse onto the floor, resting my back against the cupboard. Closing my eyes, I surrender to fatigue, and before I know it, sleep claims me

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Third Person POV :

Midnight arrived, and Luciano trudged into his mansion, worn out from the day's toll. The bright lights inside caught him off guard. He expected Cara to greet him, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Assuming she was asleep upstairs, Luciano entered his bedroom, only to find it empty.

Just then, Lucus's voice pierced through his head , "Sembra che alla fine ti abbia lasciato, amico"(Looks like she's finally left you, buddy).

Enraged, Luciano slammed the phone shut.

Panic set in as he scoured every room, but Cara remained elusive.

Lucus's sarcastic voice echoed in his mind until he suggested," Sciocca umana, prova a tracciare il suo battito cardiaco. Forse si sta nascondendo"(Foolish human, try tracing her heartbeat. Maybe she's hiding.)

Desperate, Luciano tapped into his supernatural abilities, focusing on Cara's unique heartbeat. Luciano's brow furrowed, sensing Cara's rapid heartbeat. He rushed to the kitchen, finding her slumped in the corner, fast asleep.

Relief washed over his face, but anger swiftly took its place. Without hesitation, Luciano delivered a harsh kick to Cara's stomach. She groaned, pain etched on her face. Before she could rise, another kick landed, but Cara swiftly grabbed Luciano's leg.

"Sorry, Luciano! I'm so sorry!" she pleaded.

"Bitch, do you think 'sorry' will save you?" Luciano sneered. "What did I say to you? You're a fucking slut, incapable of following simple rules. You're not a princess, you're my fucking wife."

Cara's eyes blazed with fury as she shot back, "You kidnapped me, claimed to love me, married me, and now you torture and abuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Her voice rose, each word laced with venom. "You're right, I'm your wife, but you treat me worse than a slave!"

Cara's defiance hung in the air, her anger and resentment palpable.

"How dare you disrespect me!" Luciano thundered, his face reddening.

"You're a monster, a blood-sucking monster!" Cara retorted, her voice trembling with rage.

Luciano's eyes transformed, shifting to an unnatural hue. "You think I'm a blood-sucking monster?" he hissed. "Wait, I'll show you who the real monster is."

With supernatural strength, Luciano grasped Cara's neck and slammed her against the wall. His smile twisted, revealing razor-sharp fangs.

Cara's eyes widened in terror as Luciano's grip tightened.

Cara's scream echoed through the room as Luciano's fangs pierced her neck. She struggled to push him away, but he was unyielding, his strength like steel.

"Please, leave me!" Cara begged, her voice fading.

Luciano growled, his fangs sinking deeper into her flesh. He drank in her blood, his thirst unrelenting. Cara's strength waned, her vision blurring. Black dots danced before her eyes as her legs buckled. Her hands slipped from Luciano's shoulders, falling limp at her sides. Despite her efforts, darkness claimed her.

The last thing Cara knew was Luciano withdrawing from her neck, sending her crashing to the floor. Everything went black.

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Luciano POV :

"Damn myself," Luciano muttered, realizing too late his excessive thirst. Cara lay unconscious, unresponsive to his gentle taps on her face or the water sprinkled on her skin.

Panic set in as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He had taken too much blood.

Just then, Lucus's voice cut through the line, "Taglia il sentimento e chiama il dottore. "(Cut the sentiment and call the doctor)

"Perché non mi hai fermato? ". (Why didn't you stop me?) Luciano demanded.

"Ci ho provato, ma tu non hai voluto ascoltare, cazzo. Ora fatti fottere e chiama il dottore prima che muoia". (I tried, but you wouldn't fucking listen. Now get the fuck up and help before she dies) ,Lucus snapped, severing the connection.

Luciano swiftly wiped away his tears and grabbed his phone, dialing the doctor's number with shaking hands. I dialed Viper's number, my urgency evident.

"Hello, boss," Viper answered.

I cut him off, my tone firm. "Bring Emiliano here, now."

"But, boss, it's—" Viper began.

I interrupted, my impatience growing. "Just fucking bring him here and don't waste my time. The consequences will be severe."

I ended the call before Viper could respond.

I gently lifted Cara from the floor and placed her on the bed, my anxiety escalating with each passing moment.