Epilogue . She will be the surrogate

Epilogue . She will be the surrogate
NIKOLAI'S POV

"Please, please, have mercy..." Leah groaned out, she could barely breathe but I didn't care as I jabbed another needle into her neck.

I frowned, mockingly. "How can I? You don't fucking deserve it!" saying that, I slammed a plier onto her nose, probably breaking it.

She let out gibberish as blood trailed down her nose, filling her mouth, and making her gag on it.

I was in the tunnels under Alessandro’s mansion, torturing Leah and the men she had sent again to completely kill me after the wedding. She was among the guests, during the wedding time. She thought she was smart but before she could ruin the night, Alessandro captured her.

I requested Alessandro to allow me , treat her the same way she told her imbeciles to treat me. Alessandro told me everything about the raping, how she ordered the men to ruin my ass and now I had no mercy for her.

I went into the corner to get the toolkit but Antonio appeared beside me in a flash, "Let me get this for you."

I smiled as we walked back to Leah Salvatore.

She shook her head, crying already knowing what was going to happen next. "Please Nikolai don't....",

Her lips trembled, swollen and split. She forced her mouth to work through the blood and tears, her words cracking apart:
“Y-You… y-you kill me, and my father… my father Paul… he’ll come for you… he’ll ruin you… he’ll burn everything you love…”

I crouched in front of her, the fluorescent light catching the sheen of blood on my hands. “Why shouldn't I, Leah,” I murmured, almost gently. “Is this not what you wanted? This is what you gave orders for.” I added and turned my attention to Antonio.

Then I turned my head back to her, my smile darkening.
“Your father Paul?” I whispered, tilting my head. “Leah… he already screamed for mercy before he died. You’re soon going to join him in the grave.”

Antonio opened the kit and before me; laid beautiful, the shiniest, and the sharpest blades in the fucking world. My husband, Alessandro has the finest taste in everything...

Leah tried to move her head, tried to shake it again, but the ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles made it impossible. She was shaking all over, her dress torn and soaked with blood and sweat.

I reached out and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her breath hitched violently. I tilted her head slowly, like admiring a piece of art, then smirked. “No words? What happened to all that power you thought you had, Salvatore?”

Antonio handed me a scalpel, one of Alessandro’s finest. The blade was immaculate, thin and cruelly sharp, catching the light as though it had been waiting for this moment. I turned it between my fingers, letting her watch.

“You know,” I whispered, leaning close enough that my lips nearly brushed her ear, "Thank you for ordering Marco to train me. I am this because of you",

Her shoulders convulsed with silent sobs. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, splitting it anew, but she kept her silence because she knew no sound would help her now.

I pressed the flat of the scalpel against her cheek, not cutting yet, just letting the chill of the metal sink into her skin. She flinched hard, eyes squeezing shut.

"Leah look at me", I whispered as I let the metal sink more into her skin.

Antonio shifted behind me, silent but ready for my orders. The sound of dripping water somewhere in the tunnel punctuated the stillness.

I traced the blade down her collarbone, slow enough that her skin puckered with goosebumps. Her chest heaved, her breathing shallow and erratic. Her eyes begged but her mouth stayed shut.
“You’re going to feel everything,” I murmured, finally dragging the tip across her shoulder, a shallow slice, just enough to make her gasp and jerk in the chair. A thin line of red welled up immediately, stark against her pale skin.

"Nikolai please don't.....", Before she could finish her sentence, Antonio handed me another tool, this one heavier. An iron Hammer. I wanted to split her beautiful finger nails to pieces. “This is only the beginning, Leah,” I whispered, crouching again so we were eye to eye. “You wanted to end me. But now… now I’m going to make sure you never forget who you tried to destroy.”

She thrashed weakly against the ropes, a strangled moan breaking through, but her voice was gone. Gone like her power, like her schemes, like her arrogance.

And I tightened my grip on the iron hammer.

“Let’s see how much you can take.”
Leah’s eyes went wide as I lifted her left hand from the armrest, forcing her fingers straight despite her trembling. Her nails, once perfectly manicured were chipped and blood‑streaked now. I brushed my thumb slowly over each one, almost tender, as though deciding which to begin with.

Her breath came in ragged, shallow bursts, her chest heaving against the ropes. Tears mixed with the blood on her face, running down in uneven lines.
“Shh…” I cooed, almost softly. “It’ll be over soon.”

The hammer came down.

The first strike landed squarely on her index fingernail. There was a sickening crack as the nail split and the bone beneath shattered. Her entire body convulsed against the ropes, a shriek tearing from her throat though it was raw and broken, more a ragged sound than a word.

Blood immediately welled up, dripping from the ruined digit, the splintered nail bending at an unnatural angle.
I lifted her hand again, tilting it to inspect my work. “One down,” I whispered, my voice low and calm. “Nine more to go.”

Her thumb trembled under my grip. I could feel her pulse racing, feel the tendons flex as she tried to curl her hand into a fist, but I pinned it flat again.

The hammer rose.
The second strike was harder and her cry nearly burst my ears.

"It's your useless cunt next", I hissed as I lifted the hammer again. Her scream started before it even fell but I didn't care. I was going to ruin her cunt with the big tools just like she had told her imbeciles to ruin my ass.

I dropped the hammer with a dull clang after some good minutes. The damage was done, her right hand hung limp, fingers twisted in different angles, nails split and blackening with blood. She stared at it in disbelief, trembling uncontrollably.

But I wasn’t finished. Not by far.

I reached for another tool.
A heavy, wooden implement, carved thick and smooth like man’s cock. A wooden dildo, bigger than a fist at the base.
Leah’s eyes widened in horror as soon as she saw what I was holding.

"Niko no....",
"Spread her legs, Antonio", I ordered. Antonio moved without hesitation.
But just as he was about to do it, the knock on the door interrupted us. My head snapped back to the door and I glared at it.

Antonio instantly opened the door and the face of Alessandro appeared making me drop the wooden dildo.
I walked immediately to him, my mood changing in an instant.

Antonio walked out , leaving us alone with Leah, broken and trembling in her ropes.
“Alessandro…” I spoke out.
Alessandro’s dark eyes swept over me first, lingering on the blood smeared across my shirt and hands, then flicked past me to Leah. A slow, approving smile curved his lips.
“You did a wonderful job, baby boy,” he murmured, his voice low.

His hand reached up, fingers brushing my jaw in a soft caress despite the filth and blood.

Then his gaze slid back to Leah.
She was still shaking, eyes wide and wet, her lips split open and trembling as she tried to form words she no longer had the strength for.

Alessandro took a step closer to her, his presence alone making the air feel heavier.
“You always wanted me, didn’t you, Leah?” he asked. “You thought if you took him from me, if you ended him, you would have me. Is that what you told yourself?”

Leah whimpered, shaking her head weakly, tears spilling over.

Alessandro’s smirk widened.
“You’re going to get what you wanted,” he whispered, crouching just enough that his eyes were level with hers. “You’re going to watch, Leah. Watch what you could never have. Watch what you failed to get",

Alessandro straightened and turned his eyes back to me. That look, dark, commanding, filled with a twisted sort of affection lit something deep inside me immediately.
I knew what he meant when he told Leah to watch.

To watch us have sex .... see Alessandro’s dick probably for the first time.
Leah’s eyes widened further, raw horror flooding her face as Alessandro slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

"After everything, the torturing... leave her alive", Alessandro’s voice dropped lower, almost a purr, as his fingers undid the zip of my pants.
"Her uterus will carry our son or daughter",

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