Beatrice Sartori
Exactly three days ago he left without even saying a word that could mend any of the parts of my broken heart, how stupid I was for a moment to imagine looking into the abyss and not being swallowed. It's strange how his absence becomes a welcome respite, some kind of twisted calm amid yet another storm, for someone made up of lies living within one is like a normal day.
So, being trapped in the basement like an animal, in a small room provided only with a cupboard, a table, and some cloths that were thrown so that she could sleep on them if she could be grateful for the clemency given, it's just the fact of having a bathroom and not needing to smell your urine.
Surviving yet another déjà vu of what life has been like in recent years, an endless cycle of pain and misfortune, at what moment did I allow myself to think that I could live something beyond that?
I never imagined that everything would be as bad as it once was, the moment I was introduced to Stefano I knew I was handing my life over to a bad man, after all, what mafia man would be good... And no matter how naive he was or try to be, I still had a little hope saved, for some stupid reason, of having a good marriage and a life of queen next to the next Don, that hope was extinguished right at the beginning of our marriage seven years ago.
I saw how dreams are killed and hope is lost, every day that man, in his every decision, was capable of destroying my faith. The most incredible thing is to notice how, in front of others, no one could even imagine their demonic capacity or the darkness that hides behind the most beautiful faces, but believing in beauty was the first mistake. In this dark, humid, and windowless place hidden inside our own house, built only by its perverse idealization in wanting to fulfill all its desires by having a prisoner chained before marriage within the mafia, someone to take out its fury, make it beg and break the soul in the most diverse ways.
I'm trapped inside my desires, taking all the lies as lessons in a long apprenticeship, making my mind boil with crazy ideas in an abused body that begs for a little rest and some care. Even though it's an unattainable dream.
Evil hides in a sordid way by infiltrating beneath beautiful faces decorated in fake pearls, creating the perfect decoration for those who need a single light to keep hope alive. I do have a brilliant, faithful husband who I can always smile at for his kindness in front of others. Of course, I snorted because I know Don Sartori would never punish the sole heir for training his wife far enough from the council. The pains I feel spread throughout my body, in any movement I make, only shows how much he is capable of doing shady deals using me as a bargaining chip, willing to carry out his daily humiliations.
This has been my life since I was sixteen, to be Stefano Sartori's luxury whore decked in diamonds by day and beaten by night, carrying the title of wife would be very inappropriate considering the life I lead. That's what we are, fertile wombs, golden cunts born to marry the heirs, sold to form alliances. Women are judged by other women in an endless cycle of hate just for being a woman.
Seeing how this pattern continues to repeat itself I feel that death seems more attractive today than going on like this...
I remember the moment when the first beating came after a family party, Stefano said he noticed my glances at one of the capos.
huff.
It's not like I can look anywhere above my head without being accused of cheating.
They are long years of which I endure being molested, raped, and beaten by a man of extreme beauty, bright eyes that guard a demon, making declarations about a non-existent love, a man who was able to buy our marriage, like someone going to a supermarket doing the day's shopping, demanding to have his acquisition even before coming of age, his fixation mixed with an obsession with me completely sick he is someone sick, soulless who feeds hatred every day, turning me into someone as sick as he is.
Not even at the age of sixteen, during the honeymoon, did I manage to delude myself more, as I discovered that I had married the devil himself. And it's those memories that consume what's left of the soul.
I entered the room next to him, after the wedding party in one of the noblest halls in the city, I was a little afraid, after all, it would be our first night as a married couple, his imposing presence making my backburn with his gaze.
In a moment I stopped in front of the bed and suddenly I was on the floor with her hands wrapped around her braided hair, I felt the strands being ripped out as I was pulled across the room, and without having the opportunity to stand again I was dragged tearing the dress at my knees only to be tossed onto the bed like a doll.
His deep voice echoing through the walls of the room made my mind go crazy trying to understand what I could have done to attract his wrath.
“I have a wedding present for you, wife.” The affectionate way he stroked my cheek left me sitting there.
I felt my body trembling and tried to follow the quick movements around the room, noticing the luggage placed next to a huge sofa.
When his gaze turned toward me, those blue eyes gleamed like morning from a sunny sky causing a twinge of relief, and hope. Undoing our distance by placing himself between my legs, his hands affectionately came over my cheek, wiping away the path taken by the tears. His voice came out softly, like a caress.
"Xiiiuuuu princess, I promise to try not to hurt" – I noticed that her eyes sparkled.
" You already hurt me husband" - I replied in a whisper, seeking some ounce of courage, because that was the truth.
“If you hadn't spent the entire wedding looking at one of the De Angelis, this wouldn't have happened.
Confusion took over my mind, his words and actions attracted a movie in my head in search of remembering, I was aware that I didn't look at anyone but him wearing a gray suit highlighting his blue eyes like the sea, the perfect smile causing strange sensations in my chest.
I was only allowed to watch and worship my husband, I understood that early enough.
I was awakened from my daydreams when I felt his left hand squeezing my neck, stealing the air.
"Don't try to deny amore mio, I saw it – He spoke bringing his face closer, licked my cheek, and said in my ear" — And for that, I'm going to punish you so that you learn to be a good wife.
I screamed sticking my head between my knees trying to escape the memories, because the first times are the ones that really hurt, the ones that destroyed an innocent heart and stole my soul.
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Beatrice Sartori It wasn't hard to notice that over time his cruelties got worse, pulling more and more of my body, this one was getting used to it, learning to deal with the pain, obeying his commands like a trained bitch as he likes to call it. The hardest thing is to recognize that at some point I saw us as a beautiful pair, even though it was too much even for a dream, I was stupid to love him. Everything was a lie and nothing I do is ever enough to appease the inexplicable fury and jealousy at his commands making the flames of his madness burn between us. Your smile, the caresses, and every declaration of love, everything is a lie. That's why I tried to close my eyes to escape, wanting to stay in the present even if it was painful. But in your absence, I am only able to suffer from the memories. The rough touch of her hands tore every part of the dress, leaving only the small lingerie, attracting the attention of her eyes, shining as if she were unwrapping a present. "Is that
Beatrice Costello What was the point of starting all this, if not, to relieve the mind of all the shackles that bound crazy thoughts? To be able to find Giacomo's forgiveness, to forgive me for ever having believed that I could be truly happy. A real game of chess formed inside the mind ready to act at every choice and every possible turn, without measures or going back to the hole just the dam bursting to let all the rot take over, one of which could never have erased even if it had tried. A dangerous game, since human chess, generates deaths. And it's amazing how much it brings a sweet taste to my mouth making me take the tip of my tongue to my lips to wet it wishing I had more of that sensation Listening to the song over and over in a maddening loop only keeps me more awake as my mind tries to get lost in the meaning of the words. Maybe that's the difference, I accepted the monster that dwells in me as a second layer, like the air I breathe. Did he exist or was he born? Who wil
Beatrice Costello My right ear asked for rest from the incessant sound and even with the pain I let the music take over, when you lose your mind do you feel free or alive?! It wasn't the time to hold back the pain, not when my demon needs to sing when my mind needs to feel the blood heating. I watched his eyes tremble, his breathing out of rhythm and the sweat on his forehead instigating the worst in me, something I never imagined would be possible as a distant dream coming true, now. I chose the dull-edged axe. I raised the axe, letting the blade catch on the bone of the ankle, making a swinging motion as if I were chopping wood, to draw it not from a piece of wood but from the bone, repeating the movement and seeing how his eyes They turned and looked down to see that I'd left only a stump in place, their growls reverberating around the room with isolation blending with the music. I dropped the ax on the table listening to a brief sigh of relief, although his look now carries a ch
Beatrice Costello And now every piece of me took a toll on maintaining itself, I breathed as deeply as I could, leaning against the wall, took the cell phone off the shelf, turned off the sound, and opened the door. The darkness embraced me like an old friend, climbing each step I expected to feel any remorse and all I felt was a huge nothing. Walking through the dark house, groping along the walls for some support for my tired legs, I managed to reach the bedroom, and as in silent prayer, I connected the cell phone to the sound system, threw the device on the bed without caring about the number of missed calls or messages. I sighed, losing myself from reality feeling the taste of blood filling my mouth after cutting my lips biting. I could have lost my sanity and still, it didn't matter. His blood was spilled and ran down the corners, the fire in his blue eyes being consumed, and the ashes rose in the sweltering place. It's that whisper in my mind that brings the first smile to
Beatrice Costello My brothers were there for me, the first to speak was always Hunter "Need help with the cleanup?" - His look is careful, concerned. The green eyes analyzing every exposed part of me made anger fill the chiseled face with a square jaw and full mouth. The decision I made will affect all of us in one way or another, and this is your way of showing your support. “Just the garbage bag by the door. He turned and walked to the door taking the bag out of the house, we all silently watched the movement back and forth. Until he was standing next to the workbench again as if waiting for an order or a request. "Okay, what's the plan?" - Jack turned sideways sitting on the sofa now with his body turned towards us asking what was going through everyone's mind. The dark hair in contrast to our blond ones, the well-shaped face, with full lips and perfect teeth, the slightly crooked nose, and the usual sarcastic expression. "We need a story," Hunter replied without taking his
Beatrice Costello I can't understand the motives of the faces concerned with how to follow the plan even though I know that declaring war at the moment is impossible, the way their eyes analyze my every move is irritating. Who spread that women are fragile? I shake my head, trying to clear the blind irritation that builds in my chest at continuing to be judged by men when their only use in the world is to be born and raised by the care of women. I am aware of every possible flaw within that plan but right now taking down every deal made is more useful in raising resources than confronting Don. —The Don won't believe this Beatrice – Giacomo decides to pronounce after his long minutes analyzing my steps — We can get a few months, but at some point, Sartori will put two and two together, especially when he only finds Stefano's bones. It's a valid point, I know that but I can't move the pieces without their support and if you have to appeal to an emotion that no longer exists I don't
Beatrice Costello I feel like my head can weigh a ton so drugged the almost painful feeling of wanting to embrace the darkness again, I end up having terrible difficulty trying to open my eyes with my heavy and inert body. last week, your passionate kisses mixed with the taste of the cigar right after the beating, the firm and harsh words culminating in the abortion, the painful hunger for the blood of the only man I loved, and finally the pleasure of seeing his eyes widen in fear and become furious when he found out who his tormentor would be. The savory taste of our declarations of love was as sick as the way I arranged for his death, covering every one of the doubts and fears mixed with the confused feelings trapped in that cell called home, a sweet taste involving my tongue making the monster nourished for so many years finally breaks free, taking his place in the sun claiming ownership of this filthy soul I carry, wanting to expose his exploit to the world the way he wants more
Beatrice Costello They don't expect a woman to be the mind behind the game, what they don't know is that we women act like snakes waiting for the moment to pounce. My husband, may he burn brightly in hell, believed this wholeheartedly and is now dead, I doubt there was ever a moment that even crossed his diabolical mind that I would be holding a knife and gouging out one of his eyes. And my moment has finally arrived, for those who wait amidst the storm, glory arrives bringing new challenges and those I'm ready to kill one by one. - Well, nobody expects anything from a wife or a whore, as my late husband liked to call it - I take a deep breath thinking about how to explain simply everything that happened in that basement when my brother found me. I saw a glass of water on the bedside table beside me and I drank it, using the water to organize my thoughts, calmly thinking about what I can say at this moment, and how the pieces will start to move in our favor. — Giacomo wanted to go
Giulia CostelloThis electricity that's been building between us since we've worked things out is so perfect that I feel as if the big man at six foot four, with an extension of mine, our eyes silently meet and our minds seem to agree on every perversity and damn. I feel so much more powerful than any Disney princess, my man is not a charming prince and he is capable of anything for me.That's why he doesn't stop for a single second when he takes my mouth with pleasure inside the hospital room, with the villain of my story trapped in a bed in the same way he was trapped, without voice, without strength at the mercy of his will. I should be disgusted, angry, or repudiated but all I can feel is my pussy getting more and more wet with the desire to cause even a fraction of the pain it caused me.The vision of your perfect princess, falling apart in the arms of your foe.I lose my thoughts when Giacomo bites his lower lip.- If you want to do this, be with me.- He whispers.- I want to, b
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Giacomo CostelloMy little angel seems to have a vein ready to be corrupted and I'm a lucky bitch to be chosen to mold it, Giovanni's soldiers were all taken to headquarters, the youngest's body dumped in a vacant lot like fuck of the traitor he was considered.The towers of the Don begin to fall, and the men of the council find out about the trafficking of women, of course, with a little help in painting Vincenzo as a traitor, they are suspiciously spreading like ants without a queen. Shaking off the strength of the man with the arrogant look who pretends to know nothing, calling the Sicilian chiefs for help, I am left wondering how and where he is hiding everyone else's money or if we need to exterminate everyone.Her small hands bring me back to the present in the white hallway needing to go with Don untied my wife, but not before whispering in her ear.- Remind me to steal you a fucking Oscar, little one.Just as the sparkle appears in his eyes, as we move away from the women who
Giulia CostelloWhen the two men entered the apartment, interrupting our lunch, the idea formed as quickly as I dared to do it, so now sitting in the luxury restaurant that Giovanni loves so much, I cross my legs confidently as I have never been able to feel in all these years. The microphone is hidden in the small pendant, I lift the glass taking a sip of the water, I look at the entrance and there is a pair of sky blue eyes shining with confidence, pompous, proud, and arrogant.As I spoke aloud what I intended, I sorely expected to feel remorse, and pity for conspiring against my brother, the father of my daughter. But he was never that, always being the jailer of my prison inside the high walls built to feed his ego, the well-cut suit showing the muscles under the gray fabric, the dress pants showing the long, thick legs, a beautiful painting to hide the true face.I open a perfect smile when I see him sit down calling the waiter to take the order, holding the bile from the sickeni
Giácomo I feel the small body turning, the sensitive breasts rubbing letting all her arousal free as the small hand stays firm with mine over her heart the other rises tracing every curve of the mask I wear to hide my demons.The soft fingers tugging at the skin of her lower lip, enticing the beast to adore every sharp detail of her, the silent words trapped in my mouth that may never be spoken but that only she seems to understand and see beneath the lies and farce, the smiles and looks, my little angel.- You are mine and I am your Gia, we belong and complete each other. - I hold my breath with her fingers slipping into my mouth, biting the tip earning her moan. - Your thirst for revenge is mine, and all the blood that will be spilled in the middle of this war will be in our hands.- Bella… - I sigh the notion of the burden she is willing to carry is too great for someone who has already been so hurt. - It is not necessary.I am silenced by the fingers releasing the lips quickly be
Giacomo CostelloI sat in the wooden chair admiring the depraved body so destroyed the blood running from the cut ears bathe, pieces of skin rotting the muscles exposed to the dirt of the place.- I don't know what to do. - My sister breaks the silence. - Having the pleasure of torturing you more or having the pleasure of knowing that Giovanni will do that job.A wide smile spreads across her pale face.- He would never kill me.- After receiving our video fucking like two animals in heat? - I speak slowly, loving the fear showing through. - He advanced my marriage.- Brother, I prefer to have this pleasure, remember that Vikings episode?I open a smile at the decision, getting up from the chair in slow steps, I admire the piece of furniture without doors displaying a complete arsenal for torture, I choose a scalpel with a 5 mm blade. I go back in front of him, straining against the marked muscles causing sharp screams, I take two steps back watching her steps positioning herself from
Giulia Costello“Is this baby mine?” 🇧🇷 His snarled words were enough to raise the barriers around him, and when he asked about denying it to my brothers I was unable to say anything more than "It's my fault."Since then, he has just left the apartment for another one a few floors below, denying any visit from Giovanni, leaving only Antonella to appear to have a cinema moment with me. of the trapped man, feeling the smile dying before the memories of the last few weeks, destroyed in just a single day, and in a single sentence the man was gone and the demon under the mask appeared.- You are an idiot.- What?- That's right little sister you're a fucking idiot.I felt the burning in my eyes with more tears forming, holding back the cries to avoid exhausting my baby.- I'm sorry Vincenzo, I should have done something.His mocking laugh filled the small spot raising the hairs on the back of my neck, I felt the chill run down my spine.- Once upon a time.- Brother save...- SHUT THE FU
Fifteen days after the kidnapping…..Giulia CostelloThe strong hand holds the left wrist without hesitating forcing my steps down the corridor, I went down the right hand to the belly wanting to protect the little being from all the hatred and pain caused by my choices.I breathed a little relieved as I passed through the library door losing hope at the same moment I met his dark eyes shot with fury the click of the door lock made all my hair stand on end.I wanted to say something, anything, but being prevented by the lump in my throat, realized that I was never wrong to choose my brothers.In front of the slow steps, I took a step backward, falling on my ass to the ground, letting out a murmur of pain, ignored by the father of my son. When I was close enough I lowered my head waiting.I looked up to meet his hard at the same time wounded as if he was disappointed, I turned a little more and realized that he had pushed aside the big armchair revealing a small wooden door with a lock
DianaI've been taking a deep breath looking at the people sitting inside Giacomo's apartment, a few more minutes and the floor will probably crack under my feet at the naivety of thinking they would do everything as planned. None of the four have said a word since we got here and Jackson has run off with the excuse of finding the man who's been shaking me.I need to kill and butcher and scream and get all this fury out and maybe that's why they're quiet, fear. The silence of my attitudes, my voice, my fury shuddering at each of the idiots who acted without talking to me.I walk out onto the fully open porch because my brother has had a temper tantrum and the tempered glass isn't ready yet. I snap my neck trying to organize my thoughts, Gia is about to open her mouth and I turn around raising an eyebrow that closes my mouth at the same time.I suck in a breath harder than necessary, feeling the pain invading my lungs with the effort, my fingertips numb, I grab the cell phone from the