For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one.
The way Alessio treats Catherine is not kinky in any way. He has not given her a way out or any kind of safeword. His behavior is only abusive even if he might have another view of it. Alessio is not a nice person. He is cruel, narcissistic and lacks empathy for other people.
Catherine’s reaction to his treatment and the fact that she is forced to remain in a relationship with him is a bit like Stockholm syndrome. The fact that she has low self esteem and is close to depression to begin with affects her behavior as well.
The reason I have written this is because I wanted to write something horrible, wrong and disgusting. I would be very happy if you give me constructive critique and positive feedback. I consider a comment like ‘This is disgusting!’ to be positive feedback on this story, since that is the feeling I am after.
Catherine The exhaustion is bone deep as I take a deep breath and remove the bloody vinyl gloves from my hands. But through the exhaustion there is a feeling of accomplishment shining through. Another successful emergency surgery. There was a large car accident with several injured and I have been in surgery for seven hours straight. The last person in need of surgery was not as critical as the others, so the little girl had to wait three hours with a badly broken leg before I could mend it back together. At least we managed to save her leg from being amputated and now she can start healing from this horrible ordeal. “Good job, Dr. Ross!” I jerk as my assisting doctor, Dr. Martin, slaps his large hand on my shoulder. I inwardly cringe at his close presence but I turn to him with a smile that I hope doesn’t show how much I want to run away. He is always touching me, placing a hand on my shoulder, rubbing my neck, following me around with a hand on the small of my back. Nothing too of
Catherine The silence and tranquility is broken by a loud, interpenetration sound. The sound of a gun. One shot rings out through the silence making the birds take flight with loud shrieks of terror. The shot is then followed by a loud groan, curses, shouts and eventually a couple more shots. Without thinking I make my way through the low bushes towards the sound of someone in pain. That someone has been shot and needs medical attention, something I can assist with while waiting for an ambulance. The fact that it might be dangerous or a bad idea to run towards gunfighting never crosses my mind. As I break through the treeline I see a man on the ground and a man kneeling beside him holding some kind of cloth against his stomach. I grit my teeth at the knowledge that a shot to the abdomen can be big trouble. “Get away from here, lady.” The unhurt man growls at me when I reach them and kneel on the other side of the hurt man. “I am a doctor and this man is in serious need of medical
Alessio That little fucker is going to pay for this. Nino is like a brother to me and if he dies… Gregor will wish he was never born. I have already sent a team to collect him, or his brother if he decides to not show himself. He will come to me in that case. You never abandon your brother to suffer through your punishment. Then there is the little doctor. I twist and turn her ID between my fingers lost in thoughts. Dr. Catherine Ross. Okay, she is not all that little. Tall, at least 5’9 and a bit more than chubby. I wouldn’t call her fat but she’s definitely not slim in any way. Long blond hair tied up in a tight ponytail high in her head. She wore baggy and shapeless clothes to hide her body and make her look much larger than she probably is. But her look is not the problem here. It’s her presence. She shouldn’t have been there but she was. And now I have to make sure she won’t be an inconvenience for me, for the family. I hate hurting women, but I can’t just let her leave once s
Catherine The people here have some basic medical training and one of them is a doctor. At least he is a doctor on paper, but he is so lazy and distracted I suspect he has bought his license. The other three men and women, who have basic medical education, have more knowledge and experience than Dr. Davies. That thought does not bring me comfort, but instead increases the feeling of dread hanging over me. Why would normal people with basic medical education have this enough medical knowledgement to assist in a surgery? I don’t have any time to contemplate this as I work on Nino. The bullet has shattered to some extent and has left a few organs in need of mending, but the damage is not as bad as it could have been. He was exceptionally lucky this time. The surgery still takes a little over two hours and when I’m finally done I am ready to drop to the ground. I have not had a good night's sleep since the night between monday and tuesday, and now it’s wednesday afternoon. I did have
Catherine “The mafia…” I am stunned into silence about his revelation. I study his appearance and now I can finally grasp where I have seen him before. There have been news articles on both TV and in newspapers lately about the handsome bachelor billionaire who owns several businesses and has a new model on his arm every other week. There is also the hushed gossip going around that he might be more dangerous than people previously thought. Of course there is no evidence. “Yes. The mafia. I’m sure you must have read about me in the paper or seen me on the news. I’ve been a hot subject the past few months. Of course my real occupation is a bit secretive.” I nod absentmindedly as my eyes run over his face. He must be around forty years old and he is gorgeous. One of the most handsome men I have ever seen. Golden brown eyes with thick black brows and a clean shaven jaw. His face is all sharp angles but with soft and full lips. His skin has a beautiful golden tan color that fits extremel
Alessio I swing my fist towards Gregor again, making an impact with his jaw. He groans as his eyes roll back into his head and he’s out. I shake out my fingers. My fist is sore from the over ten hard hits I have made to his face and the least twenty hits to his torso. “Here, boss!” Louie reaches an ice pack to me and I place it on my bruised knuckles. “Make sure he’s uncomfortable when he wakes up.” I start to walk out of the dungeon cell Gregor is kept in. It has chains to hold him in any position you can think of. “Naked! And anyone who wants to fuck his arse can but only I and Franco can beat him!” I shout out when I cross the threshold. Louie grunts his acknowledgment as I leave. I know there are a few of my men that enjoys fucking men and enjoy fucking them more if it’s a form of torture. I meet Franco on the stairs up to the ground floor. “He’s already out cold so no fun down here.” I say and Franco sighs. He follows me up again. “A fucking weak bastard! Can’t take any hits
Catherine The dining hall is big and bustling with life as we enter. It is more like a high end cafeteria than a dining hall if you are picky, which I am. There are several tables lining one wall and down the middle filled with people of different ages, ethnic background and social status. There are even a few children there together with their parents. At the back there is one table slightly raised above the others, as if placed on a stage. My eyes are immediately drawn to that table and I meet the intense gaze of Mr. Peccati. That has to be the main table. Franco is sitting up there as well and there are three empty seats. One next to Franco and two opposite of him. “This way.” Pierto’s hoarse voice draws me back to where we’re standing. I break my eye contact with Mr. Peccati and follow him towards the wall lined with a buffet table. There are all kinds of things to choose from and even though my body is screaming for nutrition my stomach is at an uproar. I choose some fruit, br
Alessio Franco chuckles as the infuriating woman leaves the table without acknowledging me at all. She gave him a sweet smile and a thank you before leaving, completely ignoring me. But I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous? I am angry, no, furious because she is ignoring me on purpose and showing it by giving my best friend that smile. “She will certainly test your patience, my brother!” Franco laughs and sticks a bacon in his mouth. I only growl at him as my eyes follow her out of the dining hall. “I will have her submit one way or another.” Franco hums and drinks the last of his coffee. “I’m sure you will. But keep in mind what she said. If you injure her she can’t work, so be careful. You can always train on your restraint on the bastard in the dungeon. Make sure you can administer enough strength to hurt, but not enough to injure.” “Yeah. Maybe you’re right. At least it will keep him alive for a bit longer.” I give Franco a sick smile and he returns it full force. “Let's e
CatherineLife pretty much fell into some kind of regularity after that. I went back to working in the clinic, which had been closed during my absence. All the people were really happy to have me back and in the first few weeks they showed up at the clinic with small and often made up medical conditions. I was sad to see a few of my more regular patients from before had passed away. Of course I wasn’t that surprised about it seeing what their medical condition and age was when I left, but I felt sad that I wasn’t there to take care of them during their last days. There are also a lot of new small patients, among them an adorable daughter to the troublemaker George. He is now an enforcer for Alessio.I found out that my own mother passed away a few months after I ran away. Alessio arranged for a beautiful funeral
CatherineLate in the evening, after Nick is asleep, me, Alessio, Franco and Nino meet up in mine and Alessio’s room. I know what will be discussed and I plan on putting a stop to their plans. I sit with arms and legs crossed on a stuffed armchair and glare at the three men in front of me.“No!”“You don’t really have a say in this, tesoro.” Alesso frowns at me with his own arms crossed over his chest. “I am the one in charge here.”“It is my body!” I stand up and point at myself. “I am in charge of my own body!&rd
CatherineAfter they are done with their aftercare of me, Alessio tells me that my punishment is over. He has brought a robe which he wraps me in and then he carries me back to our room instead of leaving me down in the dungeon. When we pass through the corridor on his private wing I see little letters on a door next to ours.NicholasI reach out a hand and Alessio stops to allow me to touch the letters.“He is already asleep. He has missed you a lot these past few days but he has been so brave and strong. You raised a good little boy.” Alessio murmurs against my hair. I nod my head since my voice won’t be useful for speaking. “You can meet him tomorrow. He will likely want
CatherineI honestly don’t know how many days have passed since I came here. Alessio, Nino and Franco comes and takes me to the “torture” room on a regular basis. Nino and Franco even come alone from time to time. Sometimes they let me rest in between in my “bedroom” and other times they leave me strapped on one of the contraptions only to check in and fuck me before leving me again. It feels strange that Franco and Nino can use me without Alessio’s presence but at least I am thankful that Alessio hasn’t let anyone else use me.Right now I am strapped in a sex swing, dripping of Franco’s cum. He was by a short while ago, fucking me like no tomorrow. I came. Of course, I came. I always cum. I truly am sick in my head with how much I enjoy this. At least I don’t panic every
AlessioShe refuses to agree to stay with me. She is ready to run once again if a chance appears. How do I change her feelings about being here?‘If you give me a reason to stay. If you let me live a life worth living.’Any life where she is with me is worth living. All I need is her, and of course Nicholas.‘No abuse. No rape.’How can she classify this as rape? As abuse? She absolutely loves it. She loves the pain and she definitely loves my cock.I drag my hand through my hair as I stare blankly down at all the tools in front of me. My ang
CatherineAre you ready? No! I don’t think I am. How can I be ready for whatever sick torment he has planned? He turns towards the table filled with tools of both pleasure and pain. Whips, switches, paddles, dildos, butt plugs, clamps and so much more. Every little thing he loves to use on me to make me scream, cry and beg for mercy and release. He takes his time as he gently touches the tools one after the other until he picks up a large hunting knife. The blood in my veins freeze to ice as I look at the deadly weapon in his hand.“Aah. Such fond memories.” He steps close to me and holds the knife in front of my face so I can see it better. “Do you remember, Catherine? Do you remember the first time I had you hanging from the ceiling here in the dungeon
CatherineI can’t keep the shiver away as his words register in my head. Time for the punishment! A punishment I will most certainly hate but at the same time love. I had hoped to stall the punishment. Maybe behave exemplary to make sure that the punishment wouldn’t end up too harsh. Too bad I panicked and tried to run. What makes it even worse is the fact that I knocked Alessio in the face with the back of my head and split his lip. He has cleaned off the blood now, but the scab on the lip and swelling is still very visible.He steps towards me and I flinch back against the wall. I press my back so hard against the concrete as if I wished it could swallow me. And I wished it could. I wished it could take me away from here, mak
AlessioWhen I enter Nicholas’ room I am met with the loud cries of a frightened boy. Bianca is holding him in her arms as she rocks back and forth and sings softly in italian. Her eyes lift to meet mine as she hears the door close behind me. They are filled with anger and concern.“Mommy!” Nicholas cries out loudly and Bianca hushes him.“Mommy will be fine. A doctor is going to take a look at her.” I walk over to the couch they are sitting on. Nicholas notices me as I sit down next to them and I reach out my hand to stroke over his soft black hair.“Where is mommy?”“S
CatherineThe mansion looks and feels like it did all those years ago. It is still beautiful, luxurious and scary. It is a jail and will always be a jail for me. A place where I am not allowed to move around freely or leave when I feel like it. Every step I take further inside squeezes harder around my chest. It feels like I can’t breathe. Like I can’t move.Nick is running up ahead of me, excited about the big house, the beautiful furnishing and artwork. And the grand staircase. He touches the railing, runs up a few steps and jumps down again and does a roll on the soft carpet. I want to tell him that the carpet is dirty but my voice won’t work. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. And nothing comes in. I can’t breathe. The panic rises as I watch Alessio jump down the stairs together with Nick. No