Chains of Obsession

6

♡Emilia♡

It has been a week now. Brought to the boys meant being locked up in some kind of abandoned warehouse.

They raped me, beat me.

I continued lying on the floor, being on the edge of the death, when the door opened, I couldn't see who it was because of my blurry vision, but the person cursed with a deep voice before leaving.

◇Alexander◇

I haven't visited in my 11th warehouse for like about more than 5 years, my men used that for their stuff.

As I entered, I saw my men freeze weirdly. They never did that when I entered the warehouse.

I sighed and walked into one of the rooms, where drugs were held. As I entered, I saw a bloody girl on the floor, naked.

I couldn't help myself and curse before leaving the room.

"Marco! Get your fat ass here!" I yelled.

Marco was the head in this warehouse. Making sure that everything was okay in here.

Marco quickly appeared, a mix of curiosity and worry on his face.

"What is it, boss?" he asked, looking somewhat nervous.

"Who the fuck is the girl in there?" I asked roughly.

One thing that I wanted to avoid in my mafia was everything about human trafficking or raping.

Marco's expression changed from one of worry to one of embarrassment. He scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Ah, her," he mumbled.

I clenched my fist, trying to keep my anger in check. "Answer the damn question, Marco. Who is she?" I said, my voice low and dangerous.

"Well, we found her a week ago, near 'The Golden Lion', and we brought her here." He mumbled.

My jaw tightened as I listened to Marco's answer.

"And why exactly did you bring her here? And why the hell is she naked and bleeding all over the damn floor?" I asked, my temper rising.

Marco, visibly uncomfortable, stumbled over his words. "Well, you know..." he stuttered.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for a proper explanation.

"No, I don't know," I said coldly. "Explain to me why that girl is lying there, beaten and naked."

"Well... the boys might have been using her for their own... pleasure." He said.

Anger surged through me, the urge to strangle him almost overwhelming. I took a deep breath, trying to control myself enough not to kill him.

"They did WHAT?" I growled through gritted teeth.

Marco flinched, fear evident in his eyes as he looked up at me. "It wasn't my idea, boss, you have to believe me. I didn't even touch her." he hastened to explain.

"But you knew about it," I snapped, my voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You knew what those bastards were doing, and you did nothing about it."

He started something to say, but before he could, I continued, "I can see that she is on the edge of the dead. You know the rules. You know that I don't allow any kind of human trafficking or raping in my mafia."

Marco swallowed hard, looking down at his feet like a child caught in a lie. "I know, boss, I know. The boys thought that because you hadn't been here in years, you wouldn't find out."

I fought the urge to punch him in the face. "That's where you're wrong. Nothing happens in my goddamn mafia without me finding out." I snapped, clenching my hands into fists.

I called one of the other men nearby. "Get her out of here," I ordered.

After a few minutes, I saw him carrying her out. She was begging and pleading weakly with tears, that her body couldn't take it anymore, she was begging that they would kill her.

My heart sank as I heard her begging for death. What the hell were my men doing?

Fury and disappointment coursed through me.

I turned to Marco. "Get the medic here. Now." I said, my voice sharp.

"Y-yes, boss!" Marco quickly obeyed and rushed to get the medic. I glanced around the room, anger and regret mixing in my chest.

How could this have happened in my own goddamn territory?

The medic, a burly guy named Max, entered a few minutes later, his medical bag in hand. "You called for me, boss?"

"In my car, there's a girl who needs your attention." I ordered him coldly.

Max nodded and hurried out.

I was lost in thought as I walked back to my car. Anger was coursing through my veins.

Anger at my men for their despicable actions, anger at Marco for his cowardice, and anger at myself for allowing this to happen under my nose.

"Not in best condition," Max said.

I could still hear the girl begging for the death.

"Do what you can. Keep her alive," I said, my eyes fixed on the Medic.

Max nodded and continued his work, his focus completely on the girl.

Max looked up at me, his expression serious. "I'll do my best, boss. But that will depend on if her body can handle it. I've seen worse cases, but I can't guarantee anything."

I nodded before saying, "Continue the work in my mansion." With that, I got into the driver's seat, signalling him to enter too.

Max nodded in acknowledgement before hopping into the passenger seat.

As I started the car and pulled out of the warehouse, I glanced at the girl lying in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Her eyes were closed as she was lying there, tossing her head side to side slowly, "Please, j-just kill me already," she kept begging.

My heart ached, but I couldn't let it affect my focus. I had to get her back to my mansion safely.

"Just hold on, kid," I muttered under my breath as I stepped on the gas.

I drove as fast as I safely could, desperate to get the girl to my mansion where she could receive proper medical attention.

The journey from the warehouse to my mansion was a blur of angry silence and the occasional glance at the girl in the back seat. Finally, we pulled up to the gates of my estate.

The security guard on duty quickly recognized my car and opened the gates, allowing us to enter.

As I parked in the garage, Max was quick to get out and open the back door, carefully bringing the girl out.

My men watched from the gates and from the doorway as she was still begging for the death with her eyes closed.

The eyes and the whispers of my men weren't lost on me. They knew better than to ask questions, but curiosity and fear were etched on their faces.

I ignored them, focusing on getting the girl into the house as quickly as possible.

I led Max and the girl into the house, barking orders for one of the maids to prepare a room for the girl. The men whispered and watched, their eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

I could feel their gazes following me as I hurried through the halls with Max and the girl, but I didn't spare them a second glance. My sole focus was on getting the girl the medical attention she desperately needed.