The Chess Piece ( Nakahara Chuuya x OC)

[ 10 ] Pity

Third person's POV :

" Which one of them did this ? " the fiery head man asked . His tone was demanding and obviously not wanting to be kept waiting . Yet the woman , he was crouched near , didn't answer .
Absolutely not bothered by the fact that she was making the executive even more furious by her silence .

Small trails of blood was leaking through her wounds . Old and new. Her dark purple locks , disheveled . Black and blue bruises visible on her exposed stomach and cheeks along with tear stains

Chuuya was blocking the sunlight . So the only thing she could stare at was the anger flared eyes of the executive. She kept staring with a stonic face . It was blank. Unwavering of any emotions .

"Why does that matter to you?"

Chuuya's eyes widened a bit from being questioned instead of getting a straight answer .

Ilaria's voice was almost lower than a whisper. Either because  she didn't want the other men standing there , to hear her . Or because she was simply unable to because of her pain-swelled body . But it was still loud enough for Chuuya to hear and also causing him to frown .

"What do you mean if it matters to me ?! If I - "

" It doesn't. We have completed the mission . That's what matters with you . Nothing else . "

Ilaria responded . She was either very brave or a complete idiot to cut an executive's sentence and talk back . But either way , she has always been reckless. And it had landed her in enough trouble , her recklessness and impatient attitude.

Even so ,whether how much brave it may sound , it was idiotic to  continue such behavior when you are a slave. When you are only alive because of your masters mercy . When you are only breathing because they did not torture you enough . Because they pity you and show you sympathy .

Pity and sympathy ?

And yet again , these were the two things that Ilaria Alessandro hated with every cell of her body . She never required someone's pity . Nor did she ever pitied herself . That is why she was able to survive in the underworld when many strong men could not.

Physical strength isn't the only thing required to survive in a life of crime . Where dead bodies , blood and screams are everyday affairs. It is needed to be strong in mind as well. To have a ice cold heart , that wouldn't melt even in the sight of murdered children and immense confidence and the courage to glare at the deadliest enemy , even in the verge of death . The fearlessness is what made these men , mafiosos .

She wasn't any different. She fulfilled every single one of these conditions . That's what made her the most fearsome woman in the Italian mafia . Her name was enough to frighten her enemies.
It was her who had the authority to show sympathy to her victims.
It was her who had decided the fate of many people , whether they die or not .

And now... This was her reality. It was her who was now being pitied on . Pitied on by her captors . It was now them who were deciding the fate of this once , feared and vicious woman .

How pathetic .

It was her thought ,and it was boiling her blood in pure rage.
It would have been better if she was killed rather than being sympathized . Her pride  was greater and fiercer than the anger of the mafia executive who had been talked back to .

Ilaria pushed herself of the ground , still a bit unstable on her feet. Chuuya stood up with her , his glare fixed on her weakened body . Non of the injuries were life threatening but surely was painful.