The dead underboss

|Bella’s POV|

“Hi there, isn't it nice to see you?” A familiar voice resounded in the empty room where I was being held captive. My head whipped to the direction where the voice came from as I struggled to put a distance between me and the person, my hands itched to peel the clothes on my head off me, but the rattling of chains made me realize that I was still chained, the numbness around my wrist had made me momentarily forget that my hands were bounded by shackles.

“Don't come closer to me, stay where you are.” Another voice commanded, the itchiness of my throat and how thirsty I was made me croak like a frog.

“What are you going to do princess? Cut my balls off or what? You know right from the time you were born, I have always admired the fact that you are so pretty and you still manage to come from a wealthy and prestigious family, I always salivate taste of your innocent blood while I watch over you with the intent that you would soon be mine but your father made it impossible.”