Ties of Obsession |Book 2| [PAUSED]

7

♡Emilia♡
•2 days later•

"Please, just k-kill already," I whispered from the pain, as I was laying on the cold basement floor.

They had just raped me and beat me up. My body is arching, and it's covered with wounds, bruises, and blood.

I can't take this pain anymore.

"Please..." I begged.

Mr. Rickho, the head of the Rickho Mafia, is casually smoking a cigar, sitting on a makeshift chair. The guard, standing next to him, looks on with a stoic expression. The masked man stands near me, a smug smile on his face.

"Ah, music to my ears," Mr. Rickho says, taking a drag from his cigar.

"She's really learning her place, huh, Marcus?" he says, addressing the masked man.

"Oh, she's a slow learner," the masked man – Marcus – says, his tone casual. "But she'll come around eventually. They always do, boss."

"P-please... just k-kill me." I begged once again.

Mr. Rickho laughs.

"Good old-fashioned training, eh, Marcus?" he remarks, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "You never disappoint. Tell me, how many times have you given her a beating today?"

"Four, boss," Marcus replies, a smug grin on his face. "And one for every insult she threw my way."

They are just ignoring me...

I closed my eyes as it was hard to breathe.

But I opened my eyes as I whimper, "I... I can't breathe..."

They seem to finally notice me speaking, Mr. Rickho looked down at me, an almost bored expression on his face.

"What was that, love?" he asks, his tone nonchalant, as if my pain was just a minor annoyance.

"I... I c-can't bre-breathe," I gasped as I whimpered in the pain.

"She can't breathe," Marcus says, pointing out the obvious. "Maybe we've gone a bit too far, boss. At this rate, she won't survive to make a ransom video."

Mr. Rickho takes another puff from his cigar.

"Nonsense," he says, waving away the concern. "She's just playing the sympathy card. She's tougher than she looks."

"P-please," I gasped as everything was blurring.

Mr. Rickho stands up and walks over to me, his cigarette still between his fingers. He squats down, his eyes on me, seemingly unconcerned.

"She's not playing," the guard speaks up, eyeing me with a slight frown. "She's really short of breath."

Mr. Rickho looks at the guard, then back at me. He huffs, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

"Fine," he says, standing back up. "Marcus, check on her."

I felt Marcus's hands on me before everything went black...