Mafia

Eighteen

One month later

David Li and his men who helped, have been tortured nonstop. His brother let my dad have his way because he knew we were stronger and his brother disgraced him.

I felt better, I was back to normal but I still haven't let Iosif really go far with me.

I know his touch will help me heal fully but I'm just nervous, like the time we first did it.

I was really nervous then.

I sometimes wondered if I was over reacting. But I knew no matter what kind of assualt, sexual or not, brought onto any victim is not their fault and is not easily forgiveable, nor any response to such vile actions, over reacted.

Iosif was respectful of my limits and always asked me, he always had, but now he was more concerned for me, and the simple 'are you okay?', 'do you want to stop?' Became more frequently asked.

I always answered truthfully and he'd do as told. Iosif was always reminding me he loved me, and that I was beautiful.

It was wonderful.

We all sat down to eat and the men all stormed in, clearly something went wrong down in the basement.

You could sense when the men were mad, it radiated off them. They all ate quickly and silently before storming back into the basement.

I got up but my mom shot me a soft look of, fear, almost and I sighed.
"It's ok."
I muttered and she sighed as I left the dining room and down to the basement quickly.

Once I got to the last couple of steps I slowed down and crept down, guiding myself through the shadows so I wasn't seen.

"Get that smug look off your face."
My dad hissed and when David didn't listen, my dads fist collided with his nose, and a crack rang out.

I could barely tell it was David Li. Both of his eyes were swullen and purple, brusies everywhere, cuts and blood, fresh and dry. His face looked like a multicoulored balloon, layered in blood.

"Speak of my daughter that way again and I'll make sure that your death is slow and painful, so painful that you beg me to kill you faster."
My dad snapped in his face. David kept a smug face on and opened his mouth.

His lips cracking and bleeding as they seperated and my nose crinkled in disgust.

"I don't care. Kill me, Mr. Ivanov, I will forever be in your daughters memory. Her breast is quite small, I must say. But her lower regions, must be, paradise, isn't it, Iosif?"
David said slyly, his voice raspy.

Iosif appeared out of the shadows and his fist collided with David's eye.

Then his jaw, lip and nose.

My dad pulled Iosif off of David and Iosif fixed his suit as I stood there silent.

"Untie him and pin him to the ground, arms spread."
My dad ordered and the men did as told, pinning David to the ground.
"Which hand was it?"
My dad asked Iosif darkly, grabbing a clean sharp, hatchet from the metal table.

"Left."
Iosif replied and my dad handed Iosif the hatchet.
"Get rid of it."
He ordered and Iosif nodded. He walked over to David and knelt down.

You could see the fear in David's swollen eyes as Iosif brought up the hatchet, ready to swing.

I closed my eyes and turned my head away as Iosif brought the hatchet down, a thwack followed along with a splat and a blood curdling scream rang out.