MAFIA INDEBTED (Mafia Series #1)

Chapter 42

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The sound of the monitor was the only thing indicating life coming from the lifeless corpse who was lying in the bed.

Shehryaar's grey eyes were trained on her face; paleness and malnutrition evident, huge black bags under her eyes, her cheek bones hideously sticking out, her jaw sharply prominent, lips dry and blue.

If anyone saw her they would say that she was dead.

When he had found her that day, her pulse was so weak he began to think he lost her: and did almost lose her. Right now, she was breathing with the help of a ventilator.

She hadn't eaten in sixteen days: she was reduced to skin and bones. He knew she hadn't eaten anything yet he starved her.

Every night when he came to claim her, she still fought him despite her own body weakness. He was certain that this would bring her to her limits and he would finally succeed in breaking her.

And from the looks of it, he was satisfied that he indeed did break her.

Now she won't disobey him anymore: now she would know her place.

His eyes went to her hair: her once long hair was now short. He had a hair dresser come in and cut it properly.

He had to admit he was surprised at her tenacity: she knew how much he admired her long hair yet she dared to cut it thus challenging him.

Now she knows what will happen when she crosses me. He thought with contentment.

She was unconscious under drug influence so he knew that she won't be waking up anytime soon.

He made his way to his office to finish off some business.

"Shehryaar!"

Shehryaar rolled his eyes in annoyance. Zameer had been getting on his nerves lately.

"What now?" He sighed.

"What the fuck? Is this what you have to show for?" Zameer yelled.

"Careful shithead, I would hate to blow your fucking head off." Shehryaar smirked.

"Shehryaar I am not talking to you right now as your second in command. I'm talking to you as your friend." Zameer sighed. He knew talking to Shehryaar was pointless. Throughout the time Anissa was being tortured with starvation and isolation, Zameer tried to talk him out of it but nothing worked. Shehryaar was adamant and Zameer couldn't do anything about it.

"Friend?" Shehryaar's brow jumped up in incredulously.

"Whatever you want to call it. I don't care but this needs to stop now." Zameer said.

"What does?" Shehryaar feigned ignorance.

Zameer eyed him with dismay. "Seriously? Shehryaar, for God's sake just stop this already. She's already suffered enough, what more do you want?"

"Not until I've broken her completely."

"What is she? An animal? You're treating her even worse then an animal. She's your wife."

"Exactly she's my wife. That's exactly the reason why she needs to meet my standards and that damn stubbornness of hers always gets her in trouble. She's got no one to blame but herself."

Zameer gawked at Shehryaar in disbelief.

"That's bullshit and you know it!" Zameer shouted. "You're only doing this out of your obsession. For God's sake Shehryaar, you need to stop this. She's a human being and not to mention she's a woman."