Chapter 3 Episode 2

Antonio glared at the man who lowered his head while he stood in between us. Although this man was nothing but ruthless to me, I still did not want Antonio to do anything to him because I hated witnessing someone experiencing their own death. Whenever I did, it would leave me with PTSD for days.  He approached the man that stood in between and smacked his hand on his shoulder when he reached him.  "Voz'mi yeye yedu vniz, ya khochu, chtoby ona yela so mnoy." Antonio muttered to the guy before he gave him a firm nod. His turned his gaze to me as he approached me and then took the plate away from me. Once he did, he walked past Antonio and headed for the door before he left us alone.  Antonio's eyes softened when he returned his focus on me after the man left, he gave me a smile as he was trying to wipe the blood off his shirt because he knew I hated that. I blink up at him before I look away and tremble under his scrutiny, I had to remain calm in order to prevent him from taking any drastic measures in order to 'punish me', or so he says.  "How are you feeling detka?" He asked while he shut the door behind him, I look up at him as he turned back to approach me and gave him a weak smile.  "I'm fine..." I whispered, "It was just a cold." I curl up against the headboard as I bring my knees close to my chest before my arms wraps around them. I felt the bed in front of me just sink in and I flinched when he touched my head. I was cold, very cold that I developed a fever yesterday. I needed to be cared for in an appropriate manner but Antonio wouldn't let anybody see me because I did not 'deserve it', whatever that meant. I shrugged my shoulders and curl away from him again, part of my legs were exposed to him so my hand reaches down to my trousers as I pull it down to cover the exposed part of my skin. I wore a plain white, long-sleeved top with a pair of cotton trousers.  I glance up at him and catch him staring at me like I was his. I shivered inwardly as I look away and just close my eyes.  "Come and join me downstairs, food will be ready on the table." He said and I glanced at him again, his eyes just twinkled with anticipation. "Just you and me."  "I really don't want to eat. I feel sick already and eating will only make me more sick." I reasoned as I move away from him again,  "What?"  My ears were burning hot when I stare at the small space between my feet, that tone of voice frightened me. My stomach dropped when I thought about the things he does just to release his anger. His whole demeanour changed rapidly in just a matter of few seconds and I knew what he was going to do next.  I rise my head from my crouching position and look at Antonio to see that he did not seem happy at all. His face dropped in disbelief at my refusal that he began to clench his teeth and tighten his grip around the gun he was holding from earlier. I was clearly able to tell because his knuckles turned white.  "What did you say?" He bellowed and it intimidated me, my stomach hurt from the bundle of nerves that gathered. I was genuinely fearing for my life because when Antonio was angry, I knew that I would be dead at the end of the day. When I didn't answer him, Antonio began to load his gun. Once he did, he cocked the gun and then unexpectedly shoved it down my crotch. I gasped and snapped my leg closed at the spontaneous contact however, his hand was placed on my knees to keep my legs wide open. I squirmed when my gaze traveled between my legs, I was frightened for my life when I felt my heart just hammering violently against my chest that it began to hurt. "I said, what did you say Ariana?" He repeated himself but this time, the tone of his voice lowered more as his gaze turned into a glare.  "I-I don't wa-want to eat, A-Antonio." I stuttered when as I began to move against the gun. The tip of his gun rubbed my opening very harshly through the fabric of my clothes and it hurt so much that I cried out in pain. My lips broke out a cry as I watch him with a desperate look of plead to just let me go. My eyes welled up from the excruciating pain between my legs but all he did was pressed harder and glare at me.  Antonio kept his firm grip on that gun as he scooted closer to me, his face was inches away from mine as his eyes bounced between mine with a glare stirring with passion of hate. His other hand travelled to my face to caresses it but all I did was whimper as beads of sweat rolled down my head. I inhaled as I focus on the pain, but it hurt so much I couldn't take it anymore so I pushed him away, it was a natural instinct to do which I deeply regret.  Antonio was shoved away from me harshly when finally, his gun was away. I closed my legs and whimpered in pain as I curl away from him again, however he did not stop there. I heard him chuckle when he scooted himself closer to me again. His hands traveled to my face again before the other one grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head down so I was facing him. "What was that Ariana?" He growled as he caresses my face with this tip of his gun, "What did I tell you about refusal? Did I not teach you well or did you not listen at all?"