Owned by Sin

3. "You're safe."

ZARA’s POV ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
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"You deserve the best, Zara. They did not deserve you. They deserved hell and," I was hugging him, because I had no other option. I had no one to share my sadness with.

I had no one else around me. So, I was hugging him. Because, he, although he killed my family, he was out of heaven acting so Godly with me.

Plus, I literally had no shoulder to cry upon right now.

Although he yelled upon me, upstairs, because I was acting like a total jerk, but what else should I've done?

Worship someone who just killed my brother and father? He didn't say a word when I was hitting him. Instead, he was trying to calm me down.

He moved back and wiped my tears with his thumb,

"And I'm happy that I killed them. I'm happy that I asked my men to bring you here. I know you're not happy, but, you will, eventually. I will- ti darò tutto di me, tesoro mio. Solo, resta con me."

I had no idea what he spoke at last, but it felt so heartwarming listening him say that to me. I did not wanted to feel it that way, but my heart was forcing me to.

"Damien, they have gathered," I was pulled back to my real world. My real sense. The person infront of me is a murderer.

Damm, how can I get overflowed with my emotions. How?

He didn't hold my hand this time, instead he started walking without acknowledging that I was present there.

When I didn't budge and he reached four feet away from me. He turned back sensing my absence.

His adam's apple flexed when our eyes met. He took slow steps back towards me and whispered in low voice, "Come," holding my forearm lightly.

We started walking together and before entering the basement, he looked at me and spoke softly,

"No need to fear. You're safe. Just point at the one who said those words to you. Okay?"

I gave him a short awkward nod, because it was feeling so unhealthy to hear his soft voice.

We entered inside. There were some fifteen men standing in a horizontal row, their hands back. They greeted him as soon as they saw him.

He signalled me to come forward and stand in front of them.

I did.

He was standing just behind me. So close. His breathe, ah, I could feel it on my neck. I heard his whisper in my ear,

"Who was it, mio caro?"

I tilted my head a little, only to find him looking down at me. I looked forward again, trying to figure out which face was it.

I walked towards them, the basement was dimly lit to be able to recognise them clearly and he allowed me to, standing on his place.

All the eyes were looking straight. Except one, who was looking directly towards me. His eyes speaking hunger and lust, the same hunger when he held my breasts tightly and rubbed his lips on my neck.

I stopped infront of him, to clear my doubt.

"Speak something," I said to him, because I wanted to confirm that whether it was the same face or not. I can never forget that voice. So I wanted to hear it once again.

He stayed quiet.

"SHE IS ASKING YOU TO SPEAK, SO OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND SPEAK !"

I flinched.