Sixteen

'Well of course you must know that there have been many before you and that just the fact that you're his mate makes no difference whatsoever, you mean nothing to him,' Roberto said, chuckling sadistically,

while Venus sat on the concrete floor silent, as her mate's own father spoke to her filth about his own son and mocked their bond.

She dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from lashing out at him, and because she was too weak due to the silver chains, it would be hard for her to fight.

A few days had gone by and still no signs of Dante, slowly all of everything was making her hope chip away piece by piece.

The constant stretch of days alone in an empty room, being force-fed stale bread and dirty water, her own thoughts and the words coming from her enemy's mouth.

She didn't want to believe them but her sanity was dying with her better judgment.

It felt like the end to her, and especially that she had started coughing out blood and would get beaten by her captor a few time