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Elena's POV;

I didn't expect it to be done fast though, because Antonio's men dragged Seth into the of course torture room. But one thing I noticed was that this room was different. Like he had built it for his special victims. It was less bloody than the other rooms. Then there was a table and I would have thought Antonio was joking about what he said the other time but how could I have been so dumb to even think he was bluffing about what he said?

The men and women came, nine of them. Three guys and four ladies. I looked at Antonio who smirked. Seth was tied to the table so he was lying flat on his back. One would think it was a tired and sleeping cat splayed on the floor. I chuckled at the thought.

Next time I wouldn't doubt Antonio's words. I watched as these guys surrounded the table. Seth's eyes were as wide as saucers. He looked around the room till his eyes met mine. I tilted as I stared at him as well. He looked much older than his age. He obviously had been on the run for so long, his sins seemed to be haunting him every night. He knew right from the start the right thing to do but then, he refused to listen to the voice that told him to stop. He thought he was much wiser than the devil. He was too cunning, telling you the pleasure of the beginning but never the destruction of the end. He'll certainly advertise it to you with a package tied with a red ribbon to look good so you will find it difficult to resist.

This was the destruction my father was now about to face. I felt no remorse for him, just fury and relief that he was finally getting a taste of his medicine. I smirked when he couldn't even get anything out of his mouth. He was too much in shock. Every single night I slept he was the cause of my nightmares, I was broken so many times. He was the reason I never wanted to trust anyone. He and my uncle. I would never forgive them both, whatever came for them is what they deserved. My eyes were on his before his gaze shifted to Grace's. He looked like he wished the earth could swallow him up at that moment. Grace only gave him a neutral look. Her expression gave nothing away, but I could just guess the hatred brewing within her at the sight of him. The revenge that she had wanted all along she finally got and I was more than certain this gave her as much relief as it was giving me.

"How did you enjoy your years of living, Seth?" Antonio asked darkly. "Did you think this was becoming too stuffy it couldn't contain you anymore?"

Seth shook a little like he had lost his voice, or had he? He had said absolutely nothing since he came in here, he only struggled. His fearful eyes were on Antonio, like he was trying so hard to speak but he couldn't. He had lost his voice. Something must have happened to him while he was on the run. I smirked. Isn't that satisfying? But then he could have lived his life so much better. If he had been a good father, who wasn't so obsessed with drugs, I wouldn't be in the mafia right now. I was forced to be in this position because of him and my uncle and I was sure as hell not going to back down till I found him.

He forced me to be the kind of girl I am today. He treated me like a toy. He sold my body to various people for money. He never cared about me, he never contemplated the consequences of his actions. Sometimes, it was really dangerous to live in the present and not consider the future, whether or not we were going to regret what it was that we were doing today. Of course, memories will always be there to either haunt or assure us. I'm certain his memories never assured him of anything good. He was haunted every single day of his life by the kind of life that he had lived and the life he had also given to his family. It was written all over his face. But it was too late to be repentant, having killed his brother and my mother, and the disturbing life that he gave me? I could never find it in me to forgive him, unless he died and I knew had been wiped off the surface of the earth, anything aside from that made it very difficult to forgive him.

"What do you intend to do with him?" Jessie asked.

"First he's going to be raped and I'm going to watch every bit of how he gets raped. After that, I cut his balls and fed them to him." Antonio said casually.

"Damn." Jessie exclaimed, but she wasn't loud at all. I understood her reason. Antonio was brutal even in the most casual way.

"If you can't stand it, I'll advise you shouldn't be here," Antonio said and I knew he was referring to me. Yes, I couldn't stand blood, but then, he stayed and watched every time I was taken by men who were twice my age. His demise isn't something I couldn't watch.

"I'd just leave when you're about to chop his balls," I said. I knew what I could and couldn't stand. The...I think the strippers were probably from Antonio's club. And he already paid them to do this. They all seemed giddy and excited about it. I had to be honest, if I was them, I wouldn't be as excited. Like did they know this man?

"You can start, remember not to have any mercy on him," Antonio ordered and I looked for a place to sit so I could watch. This was going to be fun.