I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 39

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You know that empty feeling? When all you feel is total numbness, and it feels like nothing is ever going to be okay?

That is how I feel.

Dirty, used, broken, numb.

They didn't rape me, Antonio said that would come later, I would loll myself before I ever let that man hurt me moreThey beat me until all I felt was the numb sensation of blood falling from every pore.

I was sad, I was scared, but now...
All I am is numb.

The body shuts down when there's too much to bear, it goes its own way...quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.

You can't break a heart, that is already broken.

The sound of a door opening made me flinch, I curled myself into a ball, holding my body tightly together, it was about to fall apart, my bones ached, my body was purple and broken.

"Calla..."

Brie.

I didn't even look up.

She approached me, sat down beside me, I felt her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I seethed.

"It's okay Calla, you got what you deserved, and now we can just start fresh."

I lifted my head, my eyes staring deep into her bruised face.

"If you fucking touch me, I will fucking destroy you."

She scoffed, "after everything I've done for you? They were going to kill you, but I told them not to."

I felt tears, "I would've rather died, than go through what I just did, and it is only going to get worse. I'd rather they kill me now."

She snorted, "don't be so dramatic, Calla. It's all good, you're fine now."

I stared at her, this girl who I once called my friend, this girl whose life I saved.

"I saved your fucking life, and this is what you do."

She scoffed again, "saved me? Girl, Antonio was already on his way, you didn't save me."
She patted my back.

She fucking touched me.

I was on her in a second, smashing my fists into her puny fucking face, I took all of my numb hatred and anger, and I fucking attack her.

She screamed as I slammed my fists into her, kicking, punching, scratching, biting.

I fucking destroyed her.

Suddenly I was pulled off of her, I flew across the room as someone ran over to her. Her face was covered in blood, and I heard her fucking laughing, crazy fucking psycho.

Men were all around me, kicking me, smashing their fists into my face. All I did was close my eyes, the pain dripped into the warm sensation of complete and utter numbness.

***

I don't know how long it has been, a few weeks maybe? All I know is that my open wounds had scabbed over, the bruises that flushed my body had turned yellow, all that was left was the sour taste of stale blood, and that hopeless feeling that Sinister would never come for me.

I got fed once a day, if I was lucky, my bathroom was in the same room as the hole-filled sheets I called a bed.

My black hair had tangled and matted over, making me a feral fucking beast. I hadn't seen Brie since I artistically rearranged her face. Good. I know the next time I see that whore, I'll fucking kill her.

I rubbed my wrist, the tattoo still stained into my skin; a constant reminder that I will never see Sinister again. I will never see the man that finally made me see joy in the world.

I had built these walls up for years, and then with a touch of his fingers Sinister Velkov turned those walls into ashes. That's what happens when you let people in, they fucking destroy you.

I have no parents, I have no friends, I have no home, the one thing that this world let me have was the chance at being happy with a man who let me love him for the monster he was. And now, the world has taken that from me too.

I have nothing.

I just want it all to end, I have had enough.

The only thing that was truly mine was him , the only truly beautiful in this world, and he will never find me.

The doors to my cell screeched open, I flung myself against the concrete of the walls, trying to put as much distance from me and the masked man that stood in the doorway.

tears trickled down my face, and I put my hands out in front of me, crossing them, hoping to put something in between us.

It didn't matter, he grabbed me anyways. He locked his hands around my ribs, pulling me in a crushing hold as I shrieked.

"Mi bella" the stranger cooed, his voice was raspy "do not cry, my friends and I just want to play with you."

My eyes went wide, and I shrieked, screaming as two more men approached us, putting their hands all over me, touching me, pulling at the rags I wore until they were a dirty puddle on the ground and I was completely naked.

I sobbed as they touched me, my tears drowning me, muffling my cries and I screamed, I screamed for Sinister, I cried for my mother and father.

I felt myself go completely still as I heard the sound of a zipper, and then suddenly there was a single gun shot.

The men dropped me and I hugged myself into a naked ball, hoping to cover the last of my humanity with my bruised arms and bloodied legs.

Antonio walked into the room, sliding his gun into his jacket pocket. His dark animal eyes dimmed as he took in the situation, his eyes lingering on my naked body.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen...this is not how we treat a lady." He cooed, his voice hooded with false security.

The man who had taken me from my cell stepped forward, "but boss, you said have our way with her. We were only obliging you."

Antonio sighed, "if you want a good fuck, then go fuck one of the whores that we own, but her? No, she's mine to fuck."

I whimpered, my body trembling as I curled myself tighter.

Antonio barked orders in Italian at the men before I heard the footsteps of them retreating.

I let out a yelp as Antonio picked me off the ground, my arms shook as I did my best to cover my bare body. Lifting his arm, he forced my hands away from my body, as he took me in, nodding somewhat in approval as he took off his jacket and fastened it around my shoulders.

"Now" he grinned as he looked down at me, his snakelike features turning up into a smile, "we must get you ready."

A tear slipped down my cheek, "f-for what?"

"The movie of the century, mi bella, and you are our star."

What do you think of Brie??

NOT EDITED.

IM LITERALLY WORKING ON ANOTHER CHAPTER RIGHT NOW!!!!