Chapter 2 Episode 1

~5 years later~

Ariana's POV

"Eat the fùck up!" He bawled,  I flinched against the bed as I was startled by the roar. I turned my gaze to my left to see one of the guards hold a plate of food as he stood at the foot of my bed. I gulped, getting rid of my parched throat as I searched his hands. I exhaled out a breath of relief when I saw a glass of water in his hand, ready for me to just chug it down.  I close my eyes as I realize that another day has come by and nothing yet has happened that would change my life for the better or worst. I felt as though my fate had been sealed years ago but I still had a little bit of hope that soon, I would be out of this misery. I've remained in this room that I've been kept in for the past 5 years and ever since that day, my freedom had been snatched away from me. This room was his and mine, and I certainly did not like the idea. I wasn't allowed to leave the room without his permission and I hated it, I wanted all of this to just end. I had a lot of thoughts to kill him in his sleep; to just wrap my hands around his neck and just squeeze until he is unable to move but I didn't have the courage to do so. I know that if I did attempt it, I would be taking a huge risk and place my life at stake.  Whenever he did enter the room, I'd always be intimated because of his demanding behavior that I loathed, I always try to hide away from him but I fail as I'm frightened to hell to even stand up to him because the second I do, I will be dead. A lot has happened in this room and I was never allowed to forget them, in fact I was forced to remember them because he would remind me every second of everyday of what he would do to me. He would even threaten me and still would do anything to hurt me because he didn't care, not at all.  I quivered against the sheets when the guard dog walked around the bed to reach me. I was silent when he hovered over me with the plate still in his hand before he shoved the water in front of me. I take the glass with my shaking hands before I hear the plate of food just clatter on the wooden drawer next to the bed. "I want everything eaten on this plate. If it's not, ya klyanus' bogom, ya ub'yu tebya sam!" He muttered with a very thick accent just clinging onto his voice, confusion ran past my face as I glance up at him. I had no idea what he said but I knew for sure that it was something very unpleasant because he's face was very... expressive. He growled under his breath before he rubbed his chin, I knew I thwarted him because I was very slow with my actions but to be honest, I really did not care what these men did to me, it didn't frighten me as much as it did when he would do anything. My body shivered as I reach out for the plate while the man held me under his scrutiny. Even through the slightest movements, my body hurt so much that I winced however I bit my tongue. I grabbed the plate from the bedside table and bought it to my lap. I look at the food that was provided to me and instantly felt nauseous, the food was not really appetizing. On my plate there was a sandwich, yogurt and fruit. I went on to grab my sandwich however, I stopped in my tracks when the door swung open to reveal what I feared most to this very day. Antonio Luciano.  The repulsive man that is called to be my fiancé.  Antonio was first introduced to me as my fiancé by my ruthless father the year after I had lost Enzo. That day was the day I lost myself because not only did Enzo leave me, but torture entered my life when Antonio was introduced to me. I still remember the day he was introduced to me; I didn't have a choice, I had to accept my fathers choice. When I had first met him, I was frightened because after what my father had done to Enzo, I knew I couldn't trust him at all. However, my first encounter with Antonio was not bad at all, in fact I thought he was an understanding man, but little did I know. The day I met Antonio was the day I learned that he was betrothed to me since I was thirteen without my consent and I was definitely oblivious to everything.  "In no time, Antonio shall be properly betrothed to my Ariana." I still remember my fathers hurtful words to this day and it shattered very single brain cell I had in my head because he repeated it to me every single day, reminding me that I was his and only his. The words really killed me mentally and I was sick and tired of it. Antonio was leaning on the door frame with an evil demeanor while his arms were folded against his chest. The look he gave me only indicated that he had evil intentions and I tensed when my heart dropped to my stomach that he was here again. I gulped as I examined his appearance and noticed that his white shirt was cover in fresh blood. My gaze moved to his hands and I realised he was holding a gun.  Realisation filled my system when I close my eyes and felt a tear just slide out of my eyes. Though it was in my natural instinct, I still knew what he had just done and it shattered my heart a thousand more times. The fresh blood that was sprayed all over his clothes definitely belongs to an innocent person and I couldn't do anything about it, in fact I would have to watch this heartless monster kill someone. He would force me to watch him slit every throat, force himself on every victim that was a woman and watch him shout abusive language to people that did nothing to him. However, today was different because I wasn't dragged down to his basement to watch him kill anyone today.  "What on earth is going on in here?" He questioned with curiosity and it only made my body tense because he was here, few feet away from me.  "I brought her food up for her." His men replied as he walked away from the bed, "But of course, I could always take her food back down so you can eat with her."