The Mafia's Princess

Chapter 17 - Eighty Nine

TW: Gore, torture, blood, scars

Austin POV:
89 days, I think. I lost count. That's how long I've been trapped here. Tortured every day for 89 days. I haven't seen my family, my girlfriend, anyone who means anything to me in 89 days. The torture I've incurred here is unbearable, but I keep telling myself I have to stay alive for my family. I know they are working hard to find me, I just have to trust it. I haven't heard Ivan of his men boasting about Cecily being dead so I guess that's a good thing. I can't sleep anymore, I wake up with horrors of what has happened to me here.

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I was dragged out of the van and tied to a chair. Next thing I know in walks Ivan.

"Hello Austin. It's been a while." I gave him a cold look. "Aww what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" I stayed silent. "That's okay, I'll find away to make you talk. Now where's Cecily as you call her." I finally look him in the eyes and spit on him. I was returned with a whip to my calf. "Disrespectful are we? Take him to the chamber."

I was dragged to a torture room, this time there was no chair. Instead I was put in metal chains tied to the ceiling. One around each wrist and one around my neck.

He tried to interrogate me but I wouldn't talk. I would rather die than betray my family or put them in danger. They began to whip me, I could feel blood drip down my back. I was whipped for what felt like a eternity before they stopped. I swear I saw some flesh on the whip.

I was unchained and taken to a dirty cell and thrown in. I collapsed on the floor and huddled in fetal position in the corner. "Well try again tomorrow." Ivan told another one of his men. "If he's gonna bleed out get the doctor in here." He turned to me. "We wouldn't want you to die already would we?"
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Sometimes they would leave me chained in the torture room for days, just letting me hang there. Each day they found a new method to torture me. They would feed me every two days, normally rice and bread. Scars were littered all over my back and legs. They gave up asking me for information after the first week, now they torture me for fun. I haven't seen what I look like but I know it's not good. My eyes, I can feel are swollen, from what I can see on my legs it's terrible.

But they haven't broken me, at least not yet.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Ivan coming up to me. Currently I was chained up in the torture chamber. He had a huge grin on his face. "I have a surprise for you." He announced.

In walked a man pushing a cart which a white sheet on it, that had a bit of blood. When they went over a bump in the floor a arm swung out. I saw blonde hair sticking out from under the sheet. "We wanted you to have the privilege of saying goodbye to your dear girlfriend."

No it can't be.

Then I saw it. The bracelet. The same bracelet I gave her on our second date. A small silver bracelet with a C + A engraved on a heart.

"No. You're lying." I sobbed. Ivan looked back at the man who lifted the sheet up. There she was. Her forehead had a bullet hole in it. Eyes open, but no life in them. "NO!" I yelled. I pulled against the chains, which cut the metal into my wrist. "NO!" I sobbed. Ivan laughed and walked out of the room, talking the body with him.