Cora

He said he was out for revenge on me, or rather on Cara but he thinks I'm her, what did she do to him?

"What did I do to you"? I voice out in a whisper, I don't know how or where I got the courage to be questioning him but I hope I don't regret it.

"Enough questions already, you're not a guest here" he snaps out

"At least I'm locked up here, the least you can do is tell me why, what did I do to you"? I ask louder than I intended and I quickly regret it as he snaps his eyes in a hard glare towards me

"You don't seem to understand what is going on here, you're not here because I need you for anything, you're here because I want to show you what real torture and suffering is like" he mutters dangerously low.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'd wish you never crossed my path" he said his breath fanning my face

"More like you crossed my path, I didn't ask to be brought here" I muttered, it'll be a good thing to shut up now but trust my mouth not to.

I'm not always the talkative, I'm always quiet and shy but where I got the mouth to be yapping to Dimitri, I don't know

He growls out low before grabbing my neck with his hands, squeezing the life out of me, I try to free myself from his grip but there's only so much I can do when my hands are bound.

"You're really testing my patience Cara, I won't hesitate to end you right here and right now, Lorenzo will be thrilled to have your body parts chopped off and sent to him in a box" he grits out still gripping my neck hard, I'm finding it hard to breathe but if there's anything I've learned from Cara is to never show my fear.

If I'm going to convince him that I'm Cara, even if it's just to stall for time until someone comes to save me, I have to act like Cara, time to come out of your shell Cora.

"Go to hell" I choke out before doing something only an insane patient or a very pissed of Cara would do, I spit at him.

All that saliva in my mouth, I muster it up and throw it at him, it lands right on his face, dripping from his chin down.

Before I even have a chance to smirk and feel brave I feel my head come in contact with the cold hard floor and my chin is throbbing hard, only after a few seconds do I realise he just slapped me.

The force of the slap so hard that it sent me falling to the ground, my head feel heavy and hurting, I groan out in pain as I try to get up but it's hard, my vision is blurry and tears are blinding my eyes.

I see his shoes from where I'm lying down as he walks out with his puppet right behind him, he locks me in and the whole place goes dark as I finally pass out

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I don't know how long I was passed out for but I know I woke up tied in a chair, at least I'm no longer bound by that stupid chain, but now I'm curious as to why I'm tied to a chair.

I've been sitting in this God awful chair for a long while now, no one has come to tell me why I'm tied to a chair yet.

I'm still trying to wiggle out of the ropes when my prison door opens and in walks the devil himself, he's putting on yet another black long sleeve shirt, black pants.

He flicks on a switch and the lights blind my eyes, this will be the first time I'd be seeing any inclination of light in this room.

I squint my eyes to try and adjust to the environment, I look at the room very well and I notice blood stains on the wall making me sick to my stomach, I hate blood so much.

In the far end of the room is a table filled with......torture materials, knives, blades, sharp objects, basically anything that cuts ones skin open.

I cringe as I see it, before my eyes move back to the devil that just walks in, he looks at me for a while before he starts rolling up the sleeve of his shirt.

"That was a really bad idea, what you did the other time" he muttered walking towards the table of knives, obviously he was talking about me spitting on him, no shit Sherlock.

"Even after warning you that I have absolutely no use for you alive, you still went ahead to prove stubborn" he adds picking up one torture material to another. "You shouldn't mess with me, especially since you're in my home" he mutters seemingly stopping at a particular torture weapon looking it over.

It's a dagger, short ones like the ones Cara uses whenever she trains, I gulp visibly trying to squirm out of the chair, I don't even want to know what he intends to do with the knife.

Might I add, my face is still throbbing from the impact of the slap he gave me earlier on, he starts walking towards me with the dagger in his hands.

"You've suddenly gone quiet ПРИНЦЕССА, is there something wrong"? He taunts with a smirk on his face, he stops in front of me while I'm breathing hard and panicking.

He takes the knife and starts drawing lines on my arm, he's careful not to let the blade peirce me, but I'm still afraid and scared shitless.

He bends close to my ears before whispering "you shouldn't have disrespected me like that" he muttered and the next thing I know is the knife slowly tearing the skin of my exposed arms.

I grit my teeth together trying not to scream but it's hard since he's doing deeper with each move, he stops and I feel my warm blood trickle down my arm, I'm breathing hard and fast.

"You're right, I'm not going to kill you, but it doesn't mean I can't make you suffer" he says through clenched teeth before letting the knife drag once more continuing from where he stopped before.

This time he presses hard and I clench my jaw and close my eyes, tears are already spiling but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of screaming or even showing it hurts.

He stops at a point and just presses the tip of the knife more into my skin, making me gasp out and shut my eyes, this hurts like a fucking bitch.

He abruptly takes out the knife and inspect the blood smeared on it like it's some work of art, before standing up and walking back to the table.

"Next time you want to disrespect me, remember this is not your home nor your country and I'm certainly not Lorenzo" he tells me with his back to me.

"No..." I breathe out trying to catch my breath, "no you're not Enzo" I say making him turn to look at me "Enzo will never torture a helpless woman because his fucking ego was bruised" I spit at him, I know I should shut up but I can't and I won't.

I see his jaw clench before he turns back, "I see you still have a mouth to talk, impressive" he mutters picking out new torture weapons, possibly thinking of which you use on me

He starts walking towards me again after picking out another weapon, this time is a small pouch with little scapula sharp like things on them, they're like needles but bigger than needles.

He looks at me for a while before taking out one of the sharp thing, he starts using it to draw lines on my thighs, of course my thighs are covered with my dress but he's trying to raise it up, he's already raising it up and I know what he's going to do if he does but before he is able to do it, the door to the basement suddenly opens up and Vissarion walks in

I hear Dimitri growl out lowly before Vissarion walks to where he's standing, he whispers something into his ears and I see his whole face changes before he looks back at me as if contemplating if to leave me here or not.

He throws the pouch back on the table "Keep an eye on her" he says pointing to me before leaving Vissarion and I in the room.

My arm is still bleeding from the knife cut and marks, I look over to Vissarion to find him staring at my bleeding arm with.... Pity, does he actually pity me?

I doubt it, people like him don't pity anyone, especially when they think I'm Cara. I know Cara has done things to people, but what I really want to know is what she did to Dimitri that he so badly wanted revenge.

I look at Vissarion again and I take in his facial features, he's not really bad looking, actually he's very good looking, maybe a year or two older than Dimitri, but not half as good looking as Dimitri.

He stands maybe and inch shorter than Dimitri, but his chest is just as broad, he barely ever talk to me, something tells me he's very close to Dimitri and might know why I'm here but I'm not about to ask him.

What if he tortures me too? In here I'm a prey to everyone, not just Dimitri

I look back to my arm and I almost puke, the whole arm is covered in blood, my blood. I'm losing too much blood but of course no one cares.

I can smell my own blood from where I'm sitting, it feels warm against my palms,.Dimitri really did a number on me.

I've never been in a situation like this before and this one scares me. I hope whatever he went for takes long because I'm not ready for what he plans to do to me.

I know I shouldn't have spit on him, but like I said, what I did can only be done by an insane person and I think at that time I had lost my mind.

I shut my eyes with a heavy sigh, I feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. God please help me.

Never written a mafia story before, I read a few so pardon me if my torture methods aren't exactly five star 😁😁

I'm trying, I hope it gets better in the coming chapters