Chapter 4
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I was chained to the wall.
I didn't know how much time had passed before the iron door clanged open.
Sophia walked in.
"Well, Elena, cozy enough for you?"
She walked up to me. I stared at her coldly. "Sophia, you better pray I don't get out of here."
Sophia laughed manically. "You think you're leaving?"
She suddenly lifted her sharp stiletto and stomped hard on the back of my hand resting on the ground, grinding her heel into my skin.
The piercing pain made me cry out.
"Can't these hands hold a gun?" Sophia ground her heel harder, speaking viciously. "Let's see how you compete with me once I cripple them!"
Blood oozed from under her sole.
I gritted my teeth and stared at her. "Torturing a family member without sanction is a death sentence. If Marco finds out..."
"Marco?"
Sophia crouched down and patted my cheek.
" He thinks marrying me gets him into high society, but my family is nothing but an empty shell."
She leaned close to my ear, her voice cold.
"The loan sharks are waiting outside. Tomorrow, I'll get my hands on his money to pay my debts."
"Do you know why Marco dumped you for me so fast? It's not just my background. And..." Sophia smiled, full of triumph.
"That's right. Five years ago during that fire, you were the one who carried him out. But I took your handkerchief and stole your name. "
Sophia stood up and lashed me viciously with a whip. The dirty water made the wounds sting and burn.
"Enjoy yourself. I'm going upstairs to keep Marco company. He can't stand to be away from me for a second right now."
Sophia left after tiring herself out.
Not long after, sounds drifted down from the ventilation duct overhead.
Marco's master bedroom was directly above this dungeon.
Sophia's voice was exaggerated.
"Marco... you're so good... mm..."
"That killing machine wouldn't know passion like I do... She must be like a corpse in bed, right?"
"Don't talk about that buzzkill bitch... You're the only one for me now..."
A rat climbed onto my knee; I kicked it away.
Since you want to play dirty, don't blame me for what comes next.
I used my tongue to push hard against the loose molar on the left side.
Five years ago, worried about my safety, my brother had a micro-transmitter installed there.
Once crushed, the Corleone family would receive my coordinates.
I closed my eyes and sent the distress signal.
