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Chapter 6 : Predator And Prey!

Camelia's POV:

I forgot when I slept so peacefully last time. Every night was nothing but horrid torture to me. They took me and most of the time I used to pass out. But it didn’t stop them from having their way with me.

I was a doll to sate their sexual need, perverted fantasies, nothing else. My opinion, my feelings, my pain were never considered.

Each morning I could see, I could feel the vile traces of their lustful torture all over my body.

However, I woke up in this new place and went to the bathroom. To say the truth, I was feeling a bot better. Even though my body still hurt, I was feeling better. The pain lessened.

After getting fresh, I returned to the bed and saw a maid was already standing there.

"Good Morning, Miss. It’s time for your breakfast. We have made pancakes, bacon. If you want to eat anything specific, please tell me. I will prepare it right away."

They were keeping me here forcefully but acting as they cared for me. Hump.

"I have already said that I have no preference. And honestly, instead of worrying about my breakfast, why don't you let me go? I am being kept here without my will. If you can do that, it will be helpful."

"Miss, forgive me on this. I can't help you or let you go. Our master ordered us to keep you here. Disobeying his order results in death. Please understand my obligations. Besides, our master isn't hurting you. He is treating you so you can get better. If you don’t have any specific taste, I will be bringing your breakfast now." Saying, she exited the room.

He is not hurting me now. But who knows what he will do later? He may rape me or sell me when I will be healthy. He was fattening the lamb before slaughtering it. I thought.

The maid returned with a tray and placed it on the table.

Removing the lid, she said, "Miss, quickly have your meal. You have to take medicine."

There were two pancakes, bacon, sausages, an omelet, beans, and tomatoes on the plate. My eyes watered watching the plate. It kinda reminded me of my home.

Every morning my mom made breakfast for us and nicely plated them. But I could never finish them all. Mom nagged me, scolded me saying teenage girls need to eat more for their body growth but I couldn’t finish them all.

This plate was exactly the same replica of what mom made for us in the breakfast. I dragged the plate closer and put a piece of bacon in my mouth.

The pancakes were good but not as tasty as my mom's. I ate everything slowly.

"Miss, are you alright? You are crying." The maid remarked.

I quickly wiped my eyes.

"Yes, it's nothing. Kinda this breakfast reminded me about my home. Thank you." I responded.

After drinking the water, I took the medicines. I was resting on the bed, planning my escape then a middle-aged lady entered the room. The woman was short and petite.

"Hello, I am Dr. Melissa. I am here to check on you." She smiled kindly at me. Her eyes were warm and refreshing.

I forced a small smile and told her to sit. She sat beside me.

"So, dear. How are you feeling now? Any pain or any discomfort?" She queried.

"My body pains, in ribs, elbow, knees, legs," I told her.

"Your body was beaten badly and bruised. But I don't think it's fractured. It will get better if you take rest. Now, the important thing, your head was slammed against something hard. Do you have any pain or discomfort in your head? Like feeling dizzy, spinning head, or hearing difficulty or speaking problem?" She asked.

"No." I shook my head.

"But still I think you should come to my hospital and get your head checked, a CT scan and MRI will be better. I will tell him about this." She spoke.

"Dear, now I want to speak about something sensitive. I hope I am not making you uncomfortable." She mentioned.

"Yesterday, when you were brought here, your body was covered in bruises. I came here to give you emergency treatment. When I checked you, I had to examine your body. I know it wasn’t ethical, I should have taken your consent. But at that time you were unconscious and it was urgent. So, I had to check your body. Dear, please don't feel uncomfortable with me. I am around your mother's age. Do you feel any pain or any discomfort in your intimate parts?" She asked.

She checked my whole body while I was unconscious. Even though I was her patient, I didn’t feel quite comfortable with it. To say the truth, I was more hesitant to talk because she saw those ugly bruises, traces of brutal torture and must find out that I was raped. I was silent. They saw me naked, they raped me countless times. They played with my body like I was a plaything.

I didn’t want to tell anybody about me, about the torture. I didn’t want to see sympathy in their eyes. I didn’t want any fucking pity. Because at the end of the day, everyone was the same, selfish.

"Dear, it's okay if you don’t want to talk about it. It's totally fine." She smiled.

"Doctor, can you help me get out of here?" I asked not looking at her.

"Sorry, dear. I don't have such power here. But I can assure you that no one will hurt you here. You are safe." She assured.

I let out a sigh.

I wasn’t surprised, I kinda knew it. I also knew that these VIP treatment, nice bed, good food- these weren’t for free. There was nothing called free lunch in this world.

Regardless of what they told me, I didn't believe them. When Derek took me, he forcefully married me, I cried a lot. He told me that he wouldn’t hurt me, but he not only hurt me himself, but he also let another person hurt me, in the most brutal way possible.

I must escape before they do something worse with me. I couldn't be sold.

I heard it from servants that Derek had a cartel and he sold women and forced them into sex slavery, prostitution. One day Derek threatened me to sell me in the sex slave racket when I resisted.

Misfortune would never leave me alone. Or might be more misfortune was waiting for me. I just couldn’t understand what I had ever done to bear so much.

My dreams were broken, life was ruined. When other girls of my age were completing their high school, planning for admitting universities, here I was trapped, struggling to survive.

Then the person who kidnapped me entered. The ambiance of this room shifted instantly, he stood tall with all the aura of the power and authority he held.

I still didn’t know what his name was. He looked at me directly. But something in his gaze made me self-conscious. He stared at me in such a heated way, I squirmed uncomfortably. I remembered the kiss from yesterday and instantly looked away from him.

"How is she?" He questioned.

"She is fine except the aching of her body, but her. But I insist you take her to my hospital. Her injury can cause complications later." The doctor answered.

"I will take her tomorrow. You make sure she gets better soon." The man replied. I was sitting on the bed but all of a sudden, my head spun. Everything before me was blurry.

"Can I rest for a while? I am not feeling good." I mumbled.

"She is right. She should rest. We better leave her alone, for now." Melissa told that man. They both excused themselves and I was finally alone.

I lay on the bed, trying to sleep. But felt a strange type of feeling. The way he looked at me, I was scared. His eyes looked like the eyes of a predator who was about to pounce on his prey. The mere thought sent a shiver through my whole body. I was scared of him and determined to escape from this place, tonight.

Lucifer's POV:

I never felt guilty before for lusting for a girl. When I fucked for the first time in my life, I was just sixteen. The woman was six years older than me.

After that sex, I became addicted to sex. Three things gave me immense pleasure. Blood, sex and power.

Being a mafia heir, I got the huge mafia legacy all to myself. My father made sure to give me the harshest upbringing to make me strong. But the upbringing he gave me not only made me strong, but it also made me ruthless, cruel, emotionless. When I was 15, I killed a person for the first time in my life. But I didn’t cry or feel guilty. I accepted my life and who I was.

The killing was a part of my life, a mandatory one. But what stirred me later that, I felt pleased when I saw blood. When I saw blood spilling out of someone's body, it created a strange type of sensation throughout my body. I felt like spilling more blood.

There was time, I couldn’t stop killing. To forget this, I tried to indulge myself in sex. Even now, after killing someone, I needed a good fuck to clear my head. I needed to fuck someone until I couldn’t think anymore.

I knew that I was fucked up. But that's who I was and I was proud of being like that.

Moreover, most women were easy. If I wanted to fuck any girl, I never had to wait or get rejected. Girls were more than willing to spread their legs for me or to suck me off. I never felt any intimacy with any of them. They were just to satiate my carnal need.

But today I felt low, for the first time in my life. For lusting for the girl who was already tortured, battered and broken. I was unsure if even I would be able to save her from my inner demons. The attraction was instantaneous and dangerously strong.

Last night when I kissed her and touched her body, I was hard. I had to masturbate after a long time. Even today morning, I got up with a huge boner and again took care of it myself. I even imagined myself in between her legs, pushing my length deep inside her.

After 16 I never touched myself. Why touching myself when real pussies were always before me, ready to be fucked?

But this girl was so tempting.

My lusting for her might be low but it wouldn’t stop me from wanting her and taking her. Her destiny was sealed the day I brought her to my mansion. She was bound to be mine.

I heard from my father that there is no absolute fairness in this world. But I didn't agree with this. According to me, the world is unfair to the point it can suck up your will power to live. It was heaven for the strong and worse than hell to the weak people.

Being a mafia was a blessing. It gave me supremacy, power and saved me from redundant morality. And the little birdie which was trapped in my web, no way I was letting her go before devouring myself.

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I entered Camelia’s room to check if everything was okay. Melissa was already there to check on her. Camelia still looked so pale and weak.

We exited her room because she wanted to rest.

“Lucifer, I have something to tell you,” Melissa spoke.

“What it is?” I asked.

“The girl is actually pretty young. It’s obvious that she was abused and tortured. But she doesn’t want to talk about it and I didn’t press her. I think her mental condition isn’t very good. For better treatment, we must know that.” Melissa informed.

“Tomorrow send her to my hospital for the tests. And I want to run a dope test on her.” She mentioned.

“Dope test?” I raised my brow.

“Yeah, I think she was exposed to drugs, forcefully. I didn’t tell you yesterday as still, I am not sure.” She voiced.

“She is already so hurt, she can’t afford to get more hurt, Lucifer.” Melissa stared at my eye.

“What do you want to say?”

“Lucifer, I don’t know who she is. But she looks innocent. She wants to leave here.” She said. I didn’t know why when I heard that she wanted to leave, my jaws immediately clenched.

“But who is letting her leave?” I enquired.

“What are you saying, Lucifer? Don’t tell me you will forcefully keep her here.” Melissa uttered. Her eyes were suddenly concerned.

“Melissa, you are a doctor. Then do your duty as a doctor. Don’t try to be her fairy godmother. Because what is bound to happen, will happen eventually.No one can stop it. You better make sure she becomes healthy soon.” I admonished her.

She lost her courage and made her mouth shut. Disapprovngly, she shook her head and left my house.

Little birdie, let’s see how can you leave. I will make sure officially you belong to me, no one else.

I took my mobile out and dialed Ryder. I would pull away and destroy everything that would try to take you from me.

“Hello, Boss,”

“Ryder, Capture Derek and bring him here.”

“Yes, boss.”

“And also make sure to capture one or two Italian financiers who dared to help him,” I instructed and cut the call.

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