♕—Delilah He placed his forehead against mine, lovingly cradling my face in his hands as if he couldn't bear to let me go. With a soft inquisitiveness in my voice, I asked, "Tell me more about her?"The gentle breeze wafted in through the open french doors, enveloping us in peaceful silence as we held each other close."I don't talk about her to anyone..." he answered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly becoming aware of how familiar our proximity had become. Astonishingly, what had started as an unpleasant experience had slowly yet surely morphed into something more, "I'm not just anyone... Am I?" I nuzzled my face into his chest because I know I can't face him when I say the next words, "Your secrets will be safe with me because I'll be gone in four days, and if papa doesn't kill me first, I know I will do it myself..." He yanked back fiercely, a menacing glare on his face, his body language noticeably showing his anger. "You won't..." I smiled at him, shaking my head, "
♕—Delilah "I was ten years old when I realized that Dario wasn't my real father. He threw me into an orphanage the second my mother died. I don't know what he did to her dead body, all I remember is him telling me that my father had died before I was born, and my mother was the only reason he kept me in his home."I watched as he told me about what he had to go through at the age of ten, I couldn't imagine what he must have felt like knowing that the only person who loved him had killed themself."Dario left me at White Lilly home for boys..." "The one from the puzzle?" I asked, caressing the back of his neck. He nodded, his hands dropping to my thigh and wandering underneath the dress, The sensation of his coarse hands grazing my thighs. I bit my lower lips as goosebumps rose on my skin. He told me about the bullying, how a guy named Tomasso and his wretched entourage tortured him. Describing how they had made his life unbearable. I almost cried a few times but tried to keep my e
Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old. One year. Tomasso. Georgio. Tito. Carmelo. Lorenzo was consumed by the burning desire for vengeance every night, mulling over countless schemes to exact retribution. He was relentless in his obsession with these four particular names.He relentlessly toiled on himself day and night, with a sense of purposeful vengeance. He was no longer the lanky fourteen-year-old boy, instead, he appeared much older for his age. His shoulders had become more muscular and powerful, his biceps were of an impressive width, and his strength was phenomenal.He tracked each of them relentlessly, meticulously monitoring their whereabouts at all times. He sought vengeance on the strongest one first.Tomasso... Lorenzo was aware of his destructive habits, Tomasso frequented brothels, playing poker, placing bets, and indulging in drugs during the nights when he was not at the brothels. Lorenzo hired an escort and paid her enough money so, that she'd help him. Lorenzo sat in th
Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old Tomasso winced and groaned as he slowly tried to open his eyes, only to be met with the agonizingly bright white light. He had no recollection of what had occurred the night before, all he remembered was a fleeting moment of pleasure with a beautiful woman he had met at the bar. He had a throbbing headache, and as it dawned on him that he had a major hangover, he was wishing he was back in the comfort of his own bed.He then felt something binding his hand and feet and his eyes snapped open. He looked to his sides and saw that his hands were perfectly secured on the wall and so were his feet. Panic and fear washed over him and he started to relentlessly tug at his bound limbs. The fact that he was naked didn't really help his situation, his first thought was the beautiful woman. He didn't know what was happening or who was she, he was disorientated, confused, and scared. "HELP! HELP! IS ANYONE HERE? HELP ME!" he screamed at top of his lungs. Suddenly, th
•This Chapter contains potentially disturbing imagery that may be disturbing for some readers. Please read at your own discretion. ( Violence, blood, or graphic imagery, Gore Imagery)•Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old For a week, Lorenzo descended into the dank basement cell to dispense a vengeful justice on Tomasso, ensuring he wouldn't pass away before his punishments had been exacted. The cruel wounds inflicted on his body had become gruesomely infected, oozing pus and diffusing a wretched stench. His limbs had lost all feeling, having been restrained in the same agonizing position for what seemed like an eternity. Tomasso's pain-filled wails had no effect on Lorenzo, who was consumed by a fiery desire for vengeance for Aurora. He recalled with rage how her desperate cries for help had gone unheard and her pleas for mercy had gone unheeded, only fuelling his anger further.Tomasso's head hung low with dread as he incessantly moaned in pain and terror. He heard the creak of the door ope
This Chapter contains potentially disturbing imagery that may be disturbing for some readers. Please read at your own discretion. ( Violence, blood, or graphic imagery, Gore Imagery) Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old. Georgio's heart pounded as his last memory of going to bed at home suddenly flew away. When he opened his eyes, he was horrified to find his limbs chained to the wall and himself stripped bare. His friends alongside him in the same state tied up, wounded, and exposed.Tomasso looked barely recognizable.Carmelo's looked almost dead. And Tito was dead with his guts hanging out of his body. A wave of dread and nausea washed over Georgio, causing his stomach to twist and churn with a sense of dread and panic. He felt as if he couldn't contain it any longer and, without warning, he found himself retching and vomiting uncontrollably, emptying the contents of his stomach all over himself.In the corner of the room, Lorenzo sat menacingly on a chair, gripping an electric shock bat
Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old Ninety-two days had passed since Lorenzo had captured Tomasso and locked him up in his basement. Aurora had taken her own life exactly ninety-two days after Tomasso and his friends viciously assaulted her.Today, Lorenzo was finally going to grant Tomasso his wish. He was going to die today... Lorenzo stormed into the cell, his eyes glinting with malice as they lingered on the decaying corpses of Carmelo, Tito, and Georgio before finally settling on the man at the center of it all.Their corpses have been laying there for more than two months, Tomasso saw his friends decaying right in front of him, the smell, the insects eating them away, every gruesome little detail. Lorenzo didn't care if he was in the right state of mind anymore. "Today is your lucky day..." Lorenzo said, walking into the space with a big box. Tomasso's body had been so brutally infected that it had started to ooze pus everywhere and it smelt like death. Lorenzo had been providing h
Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old At night, Dario tossed and turned in his bed, unable to find solace in sleep. He glanced to the side, catching sight of his wife peacefully dozing. He released a heavy breath, caressing his face with one hand while the other gently pushed him upright. An unsettling feeling stirred within him, forcing him to get to his feet.It had been years since anyone so much as gave Carla and her sons a second thought. He had told everyone a lie, a fabricated story about them running away, and everyone had accepted it without question. He had thought he had left that part of his life firmly in the past, only to find it still lingering at the back of his head with dread.He nervously slid off the bed and trudged his way downstairs to get a glass of water, he hesitantly flicked the kitchen light on and poured himself a glass of water before he emphatically slammed the glass back on the counter with an ominous thud. He wanted a new life, he wanted to start anew. Carla and