This chapter is solely the torture of Dr. Davies, Dr. Martin, Harland and Fred. You can skip the whole chapter if you want since it’s a disgusting chapter. Unless you want to read what Alessio does to them. It is not a pretty chapter.
Alessio
I casually walk down the stairs to the dungeon with Nino and Franco behind me. It is time to pay a visit to my prisoners. They have been well taken care of for two days now. Prepared in the best way for my treatment. There have been a lot of people down to prepare them for me.
Everyone here knows roughly what happened to Catherine, to their new mafia bride. And most of my followers wanted to make sure that these men got what they deserve. Many men has been down to fuck their asses, even those that usually doesn’t enjoy the compa
This chapter contains suicide attemt.CatherineTwo days after my attempted escape my body is feeling better and any discomfort and pain caused by the rape is just a memory. I still have the marks on my wrist and ankles from where they tied me up but the pain is simply not there. Nothing is there. I have been sitting in our room staring at the TV without seeing anything. Tears have fallen but without any sound. I have not made a sound since we came back.When we came home Alessio cleaned me off in the shower. His touch was gentle and careful as he scrubbed the scent and feel of my assailants away. Since then I haven’t let him touch me. I feel disgusted. Used and defiled. Dirtied by a bunch of sick men. Unworthy of anyone's touch. Even
CatherineMy body feels heavy and my head is fuzzy. I am lying in a bed at the hospital. I don’t know what hospital, but I’m sure it’s not my old workplace. The doctor has told me Mr. Peccati is waiting outside but I have told them I don’t want to see him. Instead they have called for Vanessa. I didn’t dare to ask for the police even though I think I should. But what will he do if the police come here? Will he leave and let me go? Will he kill the police and take me away again? I know Vanessa will have the answers. She will give me courage.The door opens and Vanessa flies through it throwing her arms around my neck. Tears well up in my eyes and I wrap my own arms around her to hug her tightly against me. We are both crying and sniveling.
AlessioNino is waiting a few feet away from Catherine’s room with officer Simmons pinned with his eyes. I don’t move to stand with them but stay right outside the door like a guard. A doctor walks up the corridor and stops in front of me.“Are you related to Miss Ross?” I look the young woman up and down, assessing her. She blushes but stands her ground.“Husband. Well, we’re not married yet, but will be soon enough.” She nods and looks towards Nino and Simmons.“Could I have a word with you?” I nod and she leads me towards a waiting room further down the hall. “Miss Ross is in a very delicate state of mind at the moment. She told us about an inci
Alessio“Just because I have agreed to you meeting your friend, doesn’t mean I will allow you to talk back to me.” I grab a handful of her hair to angle her head back. “I am still the one in charge.” Catherine holds back a roll of her eyes but I see it. She’s getting bratty!“Okay.” She shakes her head in an attempt to have me let go. Instead I harden my grip and she gasps. I smirk at her before I bend down to kiss her lips. I am lost the second my tongue delves into her mouth. I don’t kiss her nearly enough. Have I ever kissed her? I can’t even remember right now. I never want to stop now that I have. I pull her hair harder and she lets out a gasping moan. Fuck, she’s so perfect, beautiful, gorgeus, tasty…
CatherineMy whole body hurts the day after my trip to the hospital. Alessio, Franco and Nino kept me busy for hours. I think I passed out several times only to be brought back by one of them fucking me like no tomorrow. They made sure to be careful of my left arm and my stomach. They didn’t want my cuts to reopen and of course they wouldn’t want to risk hurting the baby. That doesn't mean they were lenient. They used just about every whip, tool or toy on me as they tortured me, fucked me, pleasured me.I shiver at the memory of the night. The pain as they beat me. The pleasure the pain resulted in. I guess Alessio is right about me being a pain junkie. But I always feel like I should be punished. Punished for being fat. Punished for being not pretty enough. Punished for being me, for existing. The thought
CatherineI have no idea where the time went but suddenly we are at the end of october. The warm air has evaporated and been replaced by cold and rain. Alessio has kept his promise of punishing me until I have atoned for my crimes. Every night he ties me up and whips me. Most nights it’s only him and me but sometimes Nino or Franco or both of them join. I’m not sure how I feel about it all, but at least I don’t think about hurting myself. I receive enough pain from them.Today the sky is overcast with dark gray clouds that promise rain and possibly thunder. Not that it matters that much. We are in the car on our way to Chicago. I find it relaxing and cozy to ride a car in the rain, as long as I’m not the one driving. We are going to a baptizing of some other mafia boss’ children. He and his wife
Catherine“This was my room when I first came here.” Marissa throws herself on the bed with a sigh and looks up at the ceiling. I walk over to the large windows to look out on the view. “To think that was less than a year ago.” I turn to her with curiosity. “I didn’t come here of my own free will. Antonio brought me here after my parents failed to pay a debt of ten million dollars to him. The contract they signed stated that he had the right to take me if they didn’t pay.”“Oh. That must have been horrible.” I can’t even imagine the thought of my parents selling me.“Hm. Yeah. It was. I was angry and confused.” She is silent as she looks up at the ceiling. “Antonio was nice to me tho
CatherineIt all happened so fast. The honking of a car. The screeching of tires. The shattering of glass. The crinkling of metal. Then there was silence. No humming from the motor. No swishing of the air passing by. Only silence.I blinked my eyes open to see the devastation in front of me. The car is still upright, but that's the end of normality. The front windshield was smashed in and a long metal pipe was run right through the driver’s chest. I followed the pipe with my eyes as it tore through the driver’s seat and into the side of Alessio’s abdomen. I gasp and feel a piercing sting on the left side of my chest. Looking down at myself I can’t see any visible injuries. My head hurt and so does my chest where the belt has dug in.I f
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