Chapter 10
**Steph's pov**
Alexi watches me while I eat the stupid cheese sandwich. I didn’t want to eat it, I wanted to throw it in his fucking face and laugh, but I can’t. I cannot risk being killed, not before I have the chance to escape.
I have to get back to my sister, no matter what, and no matter what I have to do for the mafia boss. Even if that means having sex with him. I will do whatever it takes to gain his trust enough for him to let his guard down.
Maybe it’ll take weeks, or perhaps months, but either way, and no matter how long, I will get away from him. Even if it is the very last thing that I ever do.
Sarah doesn’t understand this world, or how cruel it is. She’s small and innocent, and I want to keep her that way for as long as I can.
She’s only a child, the same age as I was when David let his goons take my body whenever and however they wanted. They ruined me, and have never enjoyed sex. I never had the chance to explore what I liked. Or do what made ME feel good. I was nothing but a body for them, a hole that they could fuck.
Maybe I am exactly that for Alexi, maybe that is what he wants from me. If it is, he can have it. My body means nothing to me. It’s already been broken. It’s already been defiled.
Alexi watches me as I forcefully swallow down the cheese sandwich, “there you go, it’s so much easier when you listen to me, isn’t it Malyshka?”
I nod, lowering my eyes, “yes master.”
His smile widens, and I want to punch him right in the nose. “Good girl.” He says softly.
I like it when he speaks softly, his accent is so thick, I can tell he’s a brute. Yet, when he calls me a good girl it does something to my insides. It’s like it lights a fire inside of me. A fire I don’t want.
I place the last piece of the sandwich onto the plate, unable to eat anymore, “I can’t do it.” I say, “I feel sick.”
He watches me for several seconds, and then he taps his ear, “you can bring it in now.” He says but not to me.
I scoot back on the mattress as the door opens, the massive guy walking inside, a needle in his left hand. “What’s that?” I ask.
Fucking shut up Steph. Whatever it is, they aren’t going to tell you.
Fuck. I hope it isn’t poison, or worse, one of those diseases people get that make their skin peel from their bodies whilst they are still alive.
Alexi smiles coldly, taking the needle from the guy I believe is called Jione. “You can go now, turn the cameras on, I want this on tape.”
Jione nods, scowling at me before he turns to leave, “right away boss.”
The door slams, and I jump, turning back to my new master. “Please don’t hurt me.” I say, hoping my plead would be heard.
“It won’t hurt.” He says, dragging me forward by my good leg, “it’s just going to make you tell me the truth.”
My eyes widen, “the truth about what?”
“The phone call for starters, and then the man you work for.” His voice is suddenly cold, calculating. “You’ll tell me everything I ask and you will do it with a smile on your face.”
I shake my head, trying to crawl away, “I won’t tell you anything!”
I can’t let him stab me with that needle. If he finds out about Sarah he will use her against me. She’ll become leverage. He’ll hurt her. And he will definitely hurt jack. He will kill him. Probably right in front of me.
I kick Alexi in the chest, knocking him backwards, and I lunge for the needle, trying to pry it from his hands. He holds me back with his empty hands, his eyes burning with rage.
“That was a mistake, Stephanie.” He says, “get the fuck off me.”
I stumble backwards when he pushes me, falling onto my backside, tears forming in my eyes, “don’t make me tell you, they’ll kill me.” I say, hoping my pleas would work.
But Alexi is a mafia lord, he doesn’t listen to reason, or pleas. He does not know the meaning of mercy.
He stabs me in the arm before I can react, holding me in place as he squirts the liquid into my blood stream.
I scream and I try to pull away, biting him as hard as I can. But he doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t make a sound, he just watches me, and when the needle is empty he pulls it out and shoves me back onto the bed.
“You’ll tell me everything, and when you have, you’ll be punished for your defiance.” He says, pinning me to the bed as he climbs on top of me. “And I’ll make it hurt, little malyshka.”
Tears slide down my cheeks as I scream, trying to push him off me, but he doesn’t budge. He doesn’t flinch, and he doesn’t let go. He just lays there, his crotch pressed against my stomach, and I can feel his dick getting harder as the seconds pass.
My pain turns him on. He’s sick. Twisted. Cruel.
He’s a monster, and I am his prey.