The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

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My world was a blur of darkness and pain, as I was fading in and out of consciousness. Different voices drifted by, sounding mutiled and distant, like I was underwater.

I couldn't tell who they were or what they were saying.

Every time I tried to focus, my mind slipped further away, pulling me deeper into nothing.

I gasped for air, but my body wouldn't respond. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out.

I tried to open my eyes, to see where I was, but it seemed like it was sewed shut.

Panic spread through me, a helpless feeling wrapping around my chest

What was this? Why couldn't I control my body?

I didn't know where I was. I didn't know if I was safe. I kept hearing voices like they were calling me, but I couldn't answer.

Something told touched my forehead but it seemed distant, like it wasn't real.

I could feel someone's hands on me, bu

but I couldn't make them out.

What was happening? Why couldn't I understand anything? I couldn't even open my eyes.

Voices came again, soft, and once again, it sounded far away.

It seemed as if someone was calling out to me to come to them, but each time I reached for the light, everything went black.

My brain struggled to keep up, but I couldn't make sense of it.

My consciousness slipped once more, and the world around me faded.

It felt like ages til

till I finally forced my eyes open. The room was dim, shadows moving across the walls.

I could hear voices around me, the room spinning

Was there someone in the room with me?

I closed my eyes once m

more, falling asleep this time.

The room was silent when I opened my eyes once more, and like the first time, it was dim.

I could barely see a thing in the dim room and the thoughts of Phillip watching me spread fear through my body.

I had no idea where I was but the fact I wasn't locked in the dungeon like before was a good sign, wasn't it?

The air felt heavy, my throat dry and burning like I hadn't spoken in days.

Water. I needed to drink water,

Thinking about water brought back memories of Phillip pouring water over my head, and for a moment, it felt as if I was drowning.

My heart dropped, and I struggled to breathe, shutting my eyes tightly.

It's okay Katrina, you're not there. It had ended.

1 said repeatedly, trying to calm myself down.

It seemed like ages before I opened my ey

eyes once more, tears sliding down the sides of my face.

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My eyes moved across the room and that was when I finally saw him.

Silas sat in a corner, his dark eyes fixed on me.

How long had he been there?

The sight of him sent a wave of fear crashing through me and I jolted upright with my heart racing.

My breaths were shallow and quick, panic flooding me.

The walls seemed to close in, and I couldn't get enough air, my chest constricting.

And just like that. I was having a panic attack.

"No... no, I gasped, my voice so low it could barely be called a whisper.

Why was he here? Phillip must have told him that I poisoned him and he was here to torture me as well.

He must have treated me so he could put me through more torture. That was the only explanation for the bandage that was wrapped around my knees and palms.

I wanted to be away from him. There was nothing I wanted more

My body was too weak to move properly, but I thrashed against the bed, trying to get away from him.

My mind raced back to the pain that Phillip had caused, to everything they had done to me.

Silas must have come to make me feel more.

He had kept on talking about how much he hated my father, this was his chance to take it all out on me.

Silas' eyes widened at my thrashing and he instantly reached for me.

"Katrina, stop. You're safe. No one is going to hurt you," He said softly but I wasn't about to believe him.)

Safe?

The word felt foreign, like something I hadn't felt in a long time. I wasn't safe in my father's house, and I wouldn't be safe with them.

How could I be safe?

I was with him. The man who had brought me into this nightmare.

Safe was a word I was never going to feel while I was here.

I shook my head violently, struggling against his grip.

I didn't believe him. I couldn't

My chest tightened as fear gripped me harder.

I didn't want anything more than for him to let me go.

Why was he holding ine so tightly?

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Maybe he wanted to suffocate me, to kill me off finally.

"Get away from me!" I tried to scream but my voice was too weak.

My throat was hurting, and I could barely talk properly; screaming was out of the question.

I had screamed a lot and swallowed plenty of water forcefully and this was the aftermath of it all.

I kept fighting even though it was no use.

I wasn't strong enough.

My limbs felt heavy, my body sore.

Phillip had chained me in an uncomfortable position for hours, torturing me in it.

It was a miracle that I was able to move my hands right now.

The more I moved, the more pain I felt but I didn't stop pushing Silas away.

Feeling his hands on my body made it itch and I wanted him to get it off.

The room spun fast, and I thought I might pass out again.

Silas's grip on my wrists tightened slightly as he pinned me down to stop my movements.

"Katrina, calm down," he said, his voice sharper this time. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep fighting me."

Tears filled my eyes, and I kept shaking my head. I couldn't calm down.

The fear wouldn't let me.

Just because I couldn't fight didn't mean that I wouldn't.

"No... I can't,"

The images of all they had done to me flooded my head and I still felt like I was drowning.

Before I could protest more, Silas pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

"You're safe with me. No one is going to hurt you anymore. I won't let anything happen to you, Silas' said, his voice holding

so many raw emotions.

I froze in his arms, too tired and shocked to fight anymore.

This was the first time that Phillip held me in such a manner and I still panicked,

What if they decide to hurt me?

And Phillip.

The sadistic look on his face as he tortured me will never leave my mind.

Silas' warmth started to creep in, pushing back the coldness I was feeling.

My body shook uncontrollably, and I couldn't catch my breath, but slowly, the fight drained out of me.

I didn't trust Silas at all

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How could I?

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He had times and times again told me of how much he hated me and how he would make life miserable for me.

Was this his version of making things miserable?

If it was, then certainly it was working.

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My breathing was slow and I was finding it difficult to breathe properly. My chest still rose and fell quickly and Silas held me

close.

"You're going to be fine, he repeated, hoping to calm me.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

My mind raced with everything that had happened. I couldn't shake the pain, couldn't ignore the fear that overwhelmed

I tried to weakly push Silas away once more, a pathetic attempt But he wasn't letting me go.

Closing my eyes, I let the stray tear slip from my eyes, sliding down my cheek.

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe Silas when he said that I was going to be safe, but how could I

How could I trust him when he had brought me here and let everything happen!

The pain was still fresh and I couldn't fully trust him.

Trusting him was going to be serving my head to him on a platter of gold.

And I very much wanted my head on my shoulders.

I wanted to believe him, but I didn't know how.

My body was too tired to keep fighting and as much as my mind screamed at me not to let my guard down, I couldn't help

Trust me, he whispered, his breath warm against my face. "I won't let anyone hurt you,"

It sounded as if he was sincere, but I couldn't believe it

How could the one who had threatened to destroy me, promise to keep me safe?