She's been running from her past for years. Bound but not broken, she has reached the end of her chains, the only way she can survive is to face her past.
He built an empire from nothing and now he is king. He has the people's love. He controls the...
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⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️
Fraya's POV-
For the past hour I have pacing my bedroom, if I continue I'll probably wear a hole in the floor. Sighing I sat heavily on the hammock chair, gently swinging myself back and forth, the swaying motion caused my bare feat to brush the soft gray rug. Quietly, I scanned my room, finding comfort the soft gray and white décor that enveloped my room. The soft glow of fairy lights is what lit my cozy bedroom, the city lights seeped in through the glass door that lead to balcony.
Hard as tried to redirect my thoughts is was impossible. My mind kept replaying the events that happened earlier tonight. The club. The fight. The threat. And him, everything ended up at him. His powerful, dominant demeanor. His dark, alluring eyes. His captivating, seductive voice. When I first saw him in the arena, his presence felt familiar but I pushed aside the feeling. I felt that way again when he came behind and put his hands on my waist. But was the moment he spoke Italian I knew who he was.
Re Oscuro is Stefan Romano and he is my new boss. My nose scrunches at that thought, my boss is an underground fighter; he fights at the same club I do.
Ugh! I hope that this doesn't make work awkward.
My mind shifts to when he spoke to me in Italian on the dance floor, the moment I know who he was. When I realized who he was I ran. I groaned at my mistake, the mistake that let him know I knew exactly who he was.
With a defeated sigh, I stumbled into bed. The half dozen whisky straights I had were beginning to catch up with; I was barely able to keep my eyes open, the moment my head hit the pillows I was out.
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Darkness. Darkness is all that surrounded me, physically, mentally, emotionally. Physically I was held in a room so dark I was unable to see my bound hands; it was also freezing. The cold air hit my marred back, sending shockwaves of pain up my back. A small sob escaped my dry throat, my marred back was a result of when I tried to escape, again. The punishment is always the same when I try to escape, its was lashes, typically until I pass out. Yesterday was my fifth escape attempt, I failed once again; I fainted around the fiftieth lash.
A loud demonic chuckle came from the front of my cell. The lights flickered on, temporarily blinding me. When I gained my vision back I saw my captor smirking at me. "And how is guest doing today?"
I managed to smile at him knowing it would piss him off. "Never better."
My captor clenched his jaw, his light eyes darkened. "Well that's wonderful news. Then I guess you have no problem playing a few games."
My stomach dropped but I managed hold my smile. My heart raced as dreaded thoughts of what is about to happen to me began to spiral around in my mind. "I was thinking I'll call your two favorite guards and you guys can play around."
