Tanya's Pov For the next couple of days, I was bored and scared. I felt like the longer I stayed in the little cell of a room they locked me in, the more I would lose a piece of my mind. I was already feeling like I was going a bit insane. The man had not been courteous enough to give me a good enough room. Hell, he did not even let me stay in the room where we had had the not-so-pleasant conversation that led to the whole thing in the first place. No, he moved me into a smaller room, one that was dark and murky. 'Gloomy,' he had called it with a smile on his face before he left me to suffer and rot. It had high windows and damp floors. The walls were black and made of some disgusting material. I knew all that from when I could get a bright light to see by. The room was dark and foreboding, accentuating my torture. The door was only opened about twice a day to feed me. It was enough to tell that I was being malnourished, along with all the other things that contributed to my
Tanya's POV I was seated at the table facing Enzo, getting ready for whatever he wanted to say to me. Throughout, he had been eating ferociously, but I didn't have the appetite. "You should really eat," he said to me slowly. "This might be the last good meal you have." I considered his words carefully and decided that he was right. If he actually wanted to starve me after this, then it was very possible, and there would be nothing for me to do to prevent him. I should have a very good meal before that happens. I started eating, and he stopped, watching closely. "You are pretty, do you know that?" he asked slowly, as if to charm me with his voice. If that was what he wanted, then he could continue dreaming; it was never going to happen. I said nothing in response, focusing on the food as if it was more important than he was. "I'm only saying this for your best interest," he said to me. "Now, Dante has commanded us not to touch you, and you might be safe for a while, but
Tanya's POV "You will do well to reconsider your decision," he said to me in a voice that sounded dangerous. I knew that he was right and I should think about it rationally, but I couldn't imagine him with me in any way. I wasn't going to let it happen when I had the choice. "I'm getting your eyes away," he said, giving me a look that suggested it was definitely going to happen. I didn't know where his confidence came from, but I had a feeling that it was not unfounded. He was in control of me even now, and the only thing keeping him away was the order that I should be kept for Dante. When he came and saw me, I was pretty sure the order would be lifted. There was a good chance then that he would not care about anything done to me, even if I was raped every day by the men. "I'm not going to agree," I said, against my better judgment. I was definitely not going to sell myself for a day or two of enjoyment; that would only make it easier for them to break me. "Well, I am not al
Tanya's POV As expected, the room I was taken to was worse than the former one. I didn't know any words to describe it, but it was dark and foreboding. The window was even higher than the one in the last room, and as I had expected, the air was less compared to the former one. It was as if they were trying to punish me with suffocation, along with the others. The food that was given to me was a lot less than what I had before in the previous room. I was well aware that I would be punished for rejecting his offer, but I didn't think it would be this way. "Well, he should keep dreaming," I thought to myself as I passed the time by thinking about everything. There was nothing else for me to do throughout the days except to reflect on my past mistakes and think of what I should have done instead. "This is not fair," I said to myself in annoyance. It was as if I was sentenced to a jail term, but it was clear that I hadn't committed any crime. I did not deserve anything that I
Tanya's Pov We got to the room where we had had the previous conversation. I frowned, seeing Enzo on the very same seat as he had when he gave me the previous proposal that I had refused. I took a moment to think about what I thought of the deal now. Would I agree to it if he proposed it again? We started eating in silence, me trying to be a little cultured even though I was ravenous. It was as if I was never going to get a good meal in my life again, and from the way that things were going, it was possible. He ate like he was some prince. I tried not to watch him or show any emotion at all. It was challenging when I knew that soon, the fragile peace between all of us would be destroyed by the one question he would ask me. "Do you know what I want?" he asked me after a while. I wished he would stay silent and wanted to do so myself, but I knew that it could not continue that way for me. Soon, he would lose his patience with my silence, and then I would be a goner. "Yes," I
Tanya's pov My eyes widened at the command as the men came over to me. I tried to defend myself, but I was powerless against their brute strength. Tears filled my eyes as they ripped my clothes off my body violently. They were only following orders but were doing it with so much vigor and eagerness that I could not help but believe that they wanted it personally. I knew that they wanted to see beneath my clothes from the very first day I had come here, but I never intended it to be this way. Enzo seemed particularly happy as they stripped me of my pants and bra. "Please," I said, holding on to whatever clothing I had left. Dante looked passive, as if he had not heard me. The men did not stop for a moment, but seeing that I was holding on tightly, they stopped being polite— that is, if they were ever polite, to begin with. Now, they put their hands on me and started pulling everything on me away by force. The rest of my clothes— my underwear was ripped to shreds, leaving me s
Tanya's Pov I expected them to tie me up in the conventional method and start cutting through my flesh. I was concerned about how disfigured I would be almost as much as I was by how much it would hurt. Contrary to my expectations, he tied my hands and added one long rope, fastening it to support from above. I looked up to see the number of hooks on the roof that I had missed when I surveyed the room earlier. It was clear that they were there for this specific purpose. I still wondered what was going on when he started pulling on the rope. I found myself being forced to bend down involuntarily as he lifted my hands behind me before pulling the rope further and fastening the rope. I tried to stand upright, but the pain that assaulted me as a result of the rope forced me to remain in that position — forced me to bend forward. The men were still holding me. If not, I might have kicked. My hands were immobile, leaving me with just one weapon to defend myself. "Stop kicking, or I'll
TANYA’S POV "You are a psycho," I told him in anger and frustration. As it happened, that was a mistake because now he looked at me with a darkened expression. "I don't appreciate that." He started. "You should be thanking me for not doing what they expect from me." "Fuck you," I responded despite myself. It was just a bit too difficult for me to control myself because of the pain in me that was still building up. "That's it, we are taking it up a notch." I watched as he went behind me until he was out of sight. As I braced myself for another round of whipping, he loosened the rope a little. I struggled as much as I could during the time I was given, allowing myself to rest for the moment while doing so. Of course, he got back in control of the situation as he was more robust, and after that, he made me regret it. He kept pulling on the rope, lifting my hand higher and higher behind me and forcing me to bend forward until I could not bend any further. "You are