Inaya's POV

"Figlio di puttana!" Mr. Luciano mutters. "Someone take her away! You idiots, pull out your goddamn guns!"

As two men take Mr. Luciano to safety, the others march right into the war zone, forgetting about me.

I take this chance to run and find cover. Just as I was running, I hadn't seen a broken mirror piece sticking out. One of my fingers slashes right against it, gushing out thick, red liquid. It runs down my finger onto my hand and down my sleeve but I couldn't feel it because of the adrenaline rushing through me.

I manage to duck under a desk as I watch bodies hit the ground from being shot.

Dark red blood being splatters across the room, painting walls and floors in the colour of death. The blood gushing out of multiple people are creating pools of the liquid on floors.

Slowly, bits and pieces of human flesh begun flying around. Bile rises up my throat as I feel so sick that I want to throw up.

My mind is slowly paralyzing from the horrifically violent scene unfolding before me. I've never seen so much... death, blood and violence before.

I cover my ears and close my eyes shut. If I move one inch from here, someone will blow my brains out.

My mind trails to Benny and Lenny. I hope and pray they are alright. Then, an image of Dominic pops up in my mind.

A part of me hopes he's okay as well. I know he's done things that would equal to me wishing death upon him but I don't.

As I curl up into a ball, I feel a hand grab my shoulder.

Instantly, my arms and legs go numb until I hear the voice screaming.

"Get up!" Dominic screams.

I stare at him, blinking.

"Do you want to fucking die here? I said get up!" He grabs my arm and pulls me out of the table.

He intertwines his hands with mine and pulls me behind him. He hides behind pillars to not let anyone see us.

We pass by severely injured bodies, unconscious on the floor. The guilt in me is rushing through as I think about how I cannot help anyone in here.

"Run." He orders.

"Huh?" I could barely hear him.

"Run!" He repeats himself.

So, I did. I gripped his hand even tighter and ran as fast as my feet could take me.

When I manage to catch a glimpse of Dominic, I notice how disheveled he is. His sweater and jeans are ruined with blood stains and rips. His hair is tousled instead of neatly kept. Despite all that, he still manages to look handsome, maybe looks even more attractive like this.

We made it all the way to his car without being noticed. He had a second pair of keys for the car with him to unlock it.

I was panting and out of breath by the time we sit down inside the car.

"Lenny and Benny?! Are they okay?" I manage to ask once I catch my breath.

He scoffs. "That's what you're worried about after all that?" He goes silent for a second. "They're fine. They left the second everything went down."

After a few minutes of silent driving, I decide to ask, "Are you okay?"

He snorts. "I'm alive."

The rest of the drive back was quiet but a different kind of quiet. It was more of a grateful ride back than an anxious one.

Once we get inside, I thought I'd take care of any minor injuries.

"I'll go get the first aid kit." I say frantically.

"Don't bother." He shrugs it off.

"You're hurt." I furrow my brows in concern.

"Does it matter?" He rolls his eyes.

"It does. I'll be right back. Don't move!" I quickly

I didn't have time to do anything to my wound so I quickly washed my hand and disinfected it. The bleeding seemed to have stopped so I just let it be.

I run downstairs to find Dominic splayed out on the couch.

Thankfully, he only had minor injuries.

Maybe I should change my profession to nursing at this point.

I quietly clean the wounds on his arms. But I couldn't stay quiet for long.

My heart is aching from what he almost did. Not almost, actually, he already did.

"You sold me off." I say quietly, without looking up at him.

"I did." He says.

"But you came back for me." I whisper.

He leans in closer, "I did."

My heart begins racing. "Why?"

His lips are almost touching my ear, "Because you're my little whore, amore mìo." He says in a low tone.

I ignore his crude comments. I'm grateful that he didn't leave me there. Lord knows what other horrible things might've happened.

"Thank you. Thank you for not leaving me there." A tear falls on his arm and I quickly wipe away the remaining tears that didn't have a chance to shed.

"Your finger." He says.

I look up at him in confusion as his eyes are fixed on my wounded finger.

I look at my finger to see that there's a gaping slash across from it and the blood is slowly leaking from it again. "Oh, it's nothing. I accidentally cut it against a glass."

Before I could take a sanitary cloth to wipe it away, he grabs my hand and stares at it for a couple of seconds.

I freeze, not knowing what he's about to do. And let me tell you, I definitely did not expect what he was about to do.

He slowly licks the dripping blood from the bottom of my finger all the way up to the tip, with his gaze locked in on mine.

He, then, proceeds to put my finger in his mouth to clean off the rest of the blood with his tongue. His eyes never leave mine, making this whole act bizarrely seductive.

I should feel disgusted or repulsed by this act but, instead, my insides tingle.

I keep reminding myself: he enjoys this. He enjoys hurting me and then doing whatever this is. He's a sadistic guy with no taste for mercy.

He suddenly rests his forehead on mine, our nose touching as his lips hover over mine.

He grazes his thumb over my quivering bottom lip.

I'm paralyzed by his touch but my heart is beating so fast that I thought it might explode.

"You're causing more and more problems." His hand slowly fall to my collarbone at first. Then, he slowly wraps his large hand around my neck, putting on small pressure.

"Dominic..." my voice comes out breathy.

"It would've been a better idea to go along with Mr. Luciano. He only wanted a maid." He throws his head back to laugh in a menacing way.

He's psychotic.

My eyes widen, "Dominic, please, you're..."

His grip around my neck gets tighter and my airways begin to close up slowly. My body kicks into survival mood as my arms and legs start flailing while I inhale heavily.

"Dominic... I... can't... breathe..." my words barely making out of my throat.

He lets go and crashes his lips against mine, not letting me recover from my lack of oxygen. His lips are roughly playing around my mouth, his hunger evident in the way he presses his lips on mine.

His hands snake around my waist pinning me against him.

He pulls back, only to hover his lips right above mine to the point where I can feel his lips but it's not touching mine. "You're going nowhere, amore mìo. You're my little whore and no one else's. Today was your chance to escape, yet you didn't take it. Now, only I get to use you and break you as I please."

Chance to escape where? To another home to be tortured in?

I couldn't have escaped during the gunfight, I would've died trying. But maybe that was a better option.

However, he's right. I chose to go with him. In fact, I begged him to take me back.

My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. My lips go numb and I begin to think how he should've just gripped my neck harder to take me away from his cruel world.

"Why... why are you like this?" I whisper through a trembling voice.

A smirk appears on his face.

He glides his finger down the side of my face, "Because I'm a reincarnation of the Devil, amore mìo."

All I wanted was to survive but will I be able to, with a man like this in my life?

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Terms:

- Figlio di puttana: son of a bitch.

A/N: Dominic just keeps getting worst LMFAO. Y'all are in for a crazy roller coaster ride with this man! 😬

Next Update: Saturday, October 12, 2019.