Broken

Prologue

Past

I felt the chains on my wrists and winced at the way it rubbed my already raw skin into shreds.

Everything hurt. My bones. My muscles. Even my hair.

I sighed as my body ached and protested when I sat down. Or tried to as best I could when my arms were suspended by the chains to the wall.

I looked around my room in disgust. It was really like a small dungeon. All that was in it was the filthy mattress that was wet from the water dripping from the cracked ceiling. That was it.
Home sweet home.

I looked down at my lap and felt tears gathering in my eyes. I sniffed and tried to hold my tears at bay. I had to be strong. They didn't like it when I cried.

Suddenly hearing the jingle of keys, my head shot up and stared at the heavy door in dread.

Using all my strength and forgetting the pain that shot through my hand and wrists, I used my chains to heave my body up into standing position. All my strength depleted, I sagged into the wall for support as dizziness overtook me. I panted, my muscles protesting to the quick movement of my lungs.

The door swung open with a bang with a bang. I flinched at the loud sound but I stiffened my spine when the natural fear overtook me. When they came I was never easy. They always had trouble controlling me.
I was fucking proud of that fact.

Four big men walked in. First a guy with a wicked scar that ran down his one cheek. Viktor. I felt my courage diminish in his presence. I hated him. In this hell hole, he was the only one I feared besides his brother. His eyes were dark brown but it seemed like they were bottomless pits that never showed emotion ever.

Behind him was a short but stocky guy with a buzz cut. Michael. He was an assassin. Who ever you needed killed or tortured, he was your guy. He didn't care who it was. Women, Man or child. He would do it. He was a ruthless motherfucker.

And next was Marco. He was bald with a face that was forever in a snarl or grimace. And he was huge like fucking titan huge. To come through the heavy door he had to turn sideways.

And last came in the devil. Lucifer. Not literally. But Satan had a run for his money in my opinion.

If you looked at the slim and corded man standing in front of me you would have never guessed he was the devil in carnet. He seemed like a regular guy.

If you ignored how his eyes were blank from any emotion. Or that dangerous aura.

"Red", his said. His voice held no emotion but it coiled around me.

He walked towards me slowly while never letting his eyes leave mine.

With each step I tried to hide my body. Sliding down the wall and curling into myself, I bowed my head in submission when he stood in front of me.

I felt a hand petting my head as if saying I pleased him.

" So, Red , may I ask why did you try and escape ?", when the words left his mouth, he coiled his hand tightly in my hair and pulled painfully till I was staring into his emerald emotionless eyes. I whimpered my head screaming in pain.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear darkly," Did you really fucking think you could escape me ? You are my property. Mine to give away. Mine to use. Mine to punish!"

His voice ended in a scream. Using my hair as leverage, he slammed my face into his waiting knee.

I heard a crunch and then a crack. Pain blossomed from my nose while it gushed blood. Struggling to breath, gagging as blood continued to flow from my nose down my chin dripping in my dirty dress.