The Devils Daugher

"No, please don't!" Mayah pleaded as Marco pulled her towards the jacuzzi tub full of hot water. "Marco please!" she said in fear. "Marco, I'm-"

"Shhhhhhh," he said placing his finger on her lips. "Take a look at this young lady before you," he shouted to the the women standing against the wall watching in fear. "Mayah here, thought she could leave without my permission. She ran away." he said stroking her face leading her to the middle of the jacuzzi. "Mayah needs to be taught a lesson, don't you carino?" he said with a dark smile on his face. "How long were you gone from me?" he hitting her across the face. "Answer me!" he yelled plunging her face into the hot water.

Thrashing and flailing, Mayah scratched at Marco's hands that held her head under water. Her lungs burned as he started to run out of air. After a few more seconds, Marco pulled her up. As she gasped for air she tried to speak but no sound came out. Her lungs and her throat burned.

"Still no answer?" he smirked shoving her back under the water. After a few more times of holding her head under water, he held her up and grabbed her face. "This is what breaking my rules gets you!" he yelled pulling Mayah from the tub. "Now, the next person to break one of my rules will not be as lucky as Mayah here." Marco bent down to Mayah, "the next time the thought of running away crosses your mind, think of this moment carino," he said touching her cheek. "Will you run away from me or my men again?" he asked her.

--This is my first time writing!