Inhuman torture
Alina
A deep and gruff sigh escaped my broken lips the moment I felt a discomfort in my stomach. Sitting up straight, I pushed myself of the cold ground of the cellar and rested my back on its cold walls.
I don't even know how I had been surviving in here up till now, trapped in a muddy cold cellar with barely any light, rodents always running past my legs with just a bucket to pee and vomit.
It's been three days already and I am barely surviving here.
I am being fed with dried bread crumbs and little water.
Was this what my life had become?
Dante never came to check on me, not even for a single minute did I hear his rich voice resonating through the walls of the cellar.
The only person who came was Enzo and ever since that day, I had not set my frail eyes upon him again.
I greatly missed his company. I was all alone in this battle but his presence encouraged me.
Something bad is going to happen to me, my life was hanging on the balance I stood awake in fear of Dante killing me in my sleep.
A pained smile drew on my lips as I recalled his exact words to me that fateful night. He hates me now.
This pain I felt in my heart was too much to bear. If Dante really did ever love me then he would come down to see me.
His love for me couldn't have waned in just a single day.
At least I'm sure deep down in his heart, he felt this pain I felt and he wasn't totally convinced that I was guilty of these allegations.
My thoughts were cut short by the heavy thumping of footsteps approaching. It echoed in the silence of the cellar. I frowned my face, wondering who it was. Probably one of the guards.
After spending about three days in this cellar, my vision had adjusted to the darkness and somehow it gave me solace.
The nearer the footsteps approached, the more my anxiety to see whoever it was increased until the steps finally stopped in front of my cellar and my jaws dropped on who it was.
Dante!
I felt a surge of energy within me and quickly, I stood with a bolt, my chest heaving repeatedly. I watched Dante bring out a key and opened the iron locks of the cellar.
He took slow strides inside with his hands in his pocket.
His nose scrunched at the foul odour mixing with the air.
"Dante you came for me" I said with a hint of excitement in my tone.
I knew he thought of me. His love for me couldn't fade so easily.
"Please Dante I'm innocent. Please. Don't kill me" I pleaded with tears brewing in my eyes.
"Really? You are innocent? You are a filthy whore"Dante spat at me. crumbling all hopes I had of him still loving me.
I became robbed off my speech and my lips quivered. "I--i--am not. I pr-prom..."
Dante didn't let me complete my statement as he interrupted me rudely.
"Enough!" he gritted his teeth in anger.
His eyes blazed with fury and resentment coated his facial features.
Dante took predatorial steps towards me and before I knew it, he immedately grabbed me by my neck.
I gasped for air, holding his hand and trying to writhe myself free from his iron grip.
"D-dante...." I gasped, the pain hitting my senses.
"You disgust me Alina. I hate everything about you. Every single thing. It spites me. You are the biggest whore I've met. You fucked me just to get information about my mafia. Fuck you are irritating" Dante maniacally said with a murderous look in his eyes as his grip tightened.
"I am-m not l-like that p-please. I-love y-y-you" I struggled to speak with tears forming in my eyes.
Dante suddenly let go of my throat, making me fall to the ground and breathe in sharp intakes of air, clutching on to my chest tightly.
"You asked for a swift death unfortunately sweetheart, you aren't getting it" Dante baleful uttered causing jitters to spread around my body.
"You would be skinned alive till the last drop of blood leaves your body. Your body will be decapitated afterwards and sent to your father by six pm tomorrow.
I trusted you. I loved you. Yet you betrayed me and faked everything. I'll make sure I make you regret ever knowing me. I'll become your worst nightmare" Dante added with a savage glare and murderorus tone that scared the wits out of me.
How did my life become this?
I was enjoying my marraige one moment then the next moment I had been framed for a crimes I never committed.
I cried even harder, my throat aching me and my eyes growing weak.
"Water. I need water please" I pleaded, trying to push my body up to get a good view of his face which seemed blurry in my vision.
Without saying a word, he left, leaving me once again to my disheartening thoughts.
I didn't even know if he would come back or not.
Minutes later, he arrived with a bottled water.
"Do you want to drink water?" Dante asked in a sarcastic tone.
I nodded with a whimper. "Yes please" my voice was low but Dante perceived my reply.
I forced myself to stare at him for a while, wondering if this was the man I married standing right in front of me.
"What's the need of giving you water when you will be executed tomorrow?" he scoffed.
"Please I need water. Please" I whimpered, caressing my throat.
Dante gave me a sadistic smile and proceeded to open the bottled water.
"Here drink" he said to me, passing the bottled water.
I forced my body up and held out my hand but suddenly, Dante tilted his hand and the watery content poured on to the cold cemented floors.
My body shook in terror and I shuddered at Dante's cruelty to me. His rich chuckle filled the air as the water trailed to drench my dress.
"Drink it from the ground"
Dante emptied the bottle right before my eyes and proceeded to walk out when I quickly grabbed him by the leg.
"Just kill me please. Kill me already today. I don't want to go on living again" I pleaded out.
I was tired. Absolutely tired of everything.
"Your soul will breathe under my feet until you die so you enjoy your few hours" He blurted those words at me before pushing me back and walking away.
I watched Dante leave and my heart stung with pain. Slumping on the floor, I found myself gasping for air and my vision slowly had dark dots appearing in them.
"Someone please help me" I cried in my failing tone before everything went black.
