Angel's POV
As soon as Venom spoke, the two men began dragging me away, my gaze still fixed on the floor. I was filled with dread about what awaited me in the dungeon, trembling with fear as they pulled me from Venom's view.
"I don't think this is right," Zachary interjected. "The girl seems too innocent for the punishment you're planning. Why not just end it all and kill her now?"
"You have no right to dictate my actions. She'll endure the same suffering her father inflicts on my mother, wishing for death each day, yet it will always elude her," Venom said icily before walking away, leaving Zachary in stunned silence.
"Did he really just speak to me like that? This guy is insane and utterly baffling at times. That poor girl," Zachary muttered, a wry smile creeping onto his face.
Following Grandfather Cosimo, Venom emerged as the next in command, exuding an air of authority that overshadowed Zachary, Cosimo's son. Despite Zachary's lineage, both men have their own behavior, Venom's menace was evident, while Zachary's power lurked behind his charming smile, only revealing itself when provoked.
As Venom entered the dungeon, the dimly lit space revealed faint silhouettes of those inside. The moment he stepped in, his imposing presence filled the room.
He approached me; I was tied up to a chair, and he gripped my chin tightly, causing me to wince in pain.
With a firm lift of my chin, he brought my face closer to his masked visage, where only his mouth and eyes were exposed. Those eyes bore into me, and a sense of fear waved inside me.
"Are you really that eager to see your parents? Don't fret; I'll ensure you experience a slow death before you reunite with them," Venom murmured, his grip on my chin tightening as tears began to stream down my face.
He released my chin and stood tall.
"Strip her," Venom ordered one of the six men in the dungeon. The man approached me without hesitation, grasping my gown.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" I shouted, desperately trying to stop the man from tearing away my gown. But he ignored my pleas and swiftly ripped it off, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
"Untie her and place her on the table," Venom's commanding voice rang out once more. I turned to him, tears streaming down my face, feeling utterly helpless.
"Please, don't do this to me. I'm begging you. I promise I won't touch anything again until you decide to end me at once," I pleaded as the man untied me. It felt like I was begging a statue, as Venom remained unmoved in his position. The man laid me down on the table, forcing me to lie on my chest and...
Bound my hands above my head and stepped back, leaving me feeling exposed and ashamed in just my bra and panties in front of so many men. It was a situation I never imagined I would find myself in.
"Each of you should take a whip and strike her hard; you won't stop until I say so," Venom commanded, his hands in his pocket pants.
Panic surged through me as my eyes widened in terror, but before I could fully process what was happening, one of the men stepped forward and brought the whip down across my back.
My screams pierce the air, each one a painful reminder of the whip lashing against my body. It's a heavy instrument, and given my petite body, I know I won't be able to withstand this for much longer.
The whip continues to strike relentlessly as the first man shows no signs of stopping until he's finally tired, allowing another to take his place.
My back is already marred with bruises and blood, and despite my cries, Venom remains unmoved, standing there like a statue, unyielding.
The men continued to take their turns until I could no longer scream, my vision blurring as I felt myself drifting toward unconsciousness.
"Enough," Venom finally commanded after what felt like hundreds of lashes had struck my back.
"Don't call a doctor for her. Leave her here until tomorrow morning," he said, his tone devoid of any compassion.
"Understood, boss," the men replied. Venom shot me one last cold, heartless glare before striding out of the dungeon, followed by the others.
They turned off the lights, leaving me in the darkness just before I closed my eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.
The Next Day...
I slowly opened my eyes, still in the dungeon, but the lights remained off. A sharp pain radiated from my back, and I felt incredibly weak.
Tears began to stream down my face. "What did I do wrong? I can't take this anymore; I just want to die" I thought, but my mind couldn't linger on those thoughts for long before the door swung open and the lights flickered on.
A man approached me and untied me before pulling me off the table. I cried out in agony as he dragged me down, every part of my body screaming in pain.
I struggled to walk, as he pulled me out of the dungeon, ignoring my cries of pain.
Everyone around me seemed so cruel, but I couldn't shake Venom from my thoughts-he was beyond heartless.
As the man dragged me along, some bystanders began recording while others laughed at my misery.
"She looks so pathetic, but I bet she still has no idea that worse is coming," a lady remarked, prompting a chorus of laughter from the others.
"Yet, I can't help but be infatuated with her ass; I wish boss could let me have a taste of her," a man remarked, his words dripping with crude desire. The others laughed at my expense, tears streaming down my face in anguish.
"What did I do to deserve this? I wish I could hate my father right now," I thought, my heart heavy with sorrow as the man finally halted in front of the door to the darkroom I had exited.
He flung the door open, tossed me inside, and slammed it shut behind me. I hit the cold floor with a thud, and the pain in my body intensified.
I struggled to get up, but before I could, the door creaked open once more, and someone stepped inside, approaching me.