CHAPTER 4
Isabella’s POV
I sat in a corner of the dungeon, my knees drawn up to my chest. The searing pain from the lashes on my back had dulled to a persistent ache, but my spirit felt more broken than my body.
The dim torchlight flickered on the damp walls, casting long, eerie shadows that seemed to mock my despair.
My thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and disbelief. Every moment in Hell’s pit felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. The other girls were quiet, their faces pale and eyes hollow. No one spoke because words offered no comfort here.
The heavy iron door creaked open, and the sound of heels clicked against the stone floor. My heart sank as Octavia entered, her piercing gaze sweeping over the group of girls before landing on me.
“Isabella,” Octavia called out my name, her tone as cold as the dungeon air. “It’s your turn.”
“My turn?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Octavia’s lips curled into a cruel smile.
“Your first client will arrive tonight. Your client is a middle aged man in need of a breeder.
“Congratulations, dear. You’re finally useful.” She said.
The room seemed to spin as my breath hitched.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Please, don’t make me do this.” Octavia stepped closer, her heels echoing ominously. She crouched down to meet my gaze, her expression devoid of sympathy.
“This isn’t about what you want, girl. You’re here to serve, to obey. Your body is no longer yours—it belongs to Hell’s pit.”
My chest tightened as tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give Octavia the satisfaction she wanted.
“You have an hour to get cleaned up,” Octavia said as she stood. “Don’t make me come back for you.”
As Octavia left, the other girls avoided my gaze, their silence heavier than the dungeon walls.
I felt a crushing weight settle over my chest. My fate was sealed. There was no escaping it.
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I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed my hair, my hands trembling as I tried to steady my breathing. The hour Octavia had given me felt like a death sentence, each passing second dragging me closer to the inevitable.
When the door creaked open again, I flinched. Octavia entered, her expression smug as she motioned for me to follow.
“It’s time,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion. My legs felt heavy as I stood, my movements slow and steady as I followed Octavia down the dark corridor.
I had no idea who awaited me or what horrors the night would bring. All I knew was that this place had already claimed my body. I couldn’t let it take my soul.
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Alessandro’s POV
The hum of the engine filled the air I stared out of the tinted windows. The sprawling estate of Hell’s pit loomed in the distance, its high walls and iron gates created a barrier to the darkness it concealed.
I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored suit, my mind focused on the purpose of my visit.
The King of the South, as many called me, doesn’t take unnecessary trips. I had come to Hell’s pit for one reason—a breeder.
The car came to a smooth stop, and Carlos, my trusted right-hand man, opened the door. I stepped out, my tall frame exuding authority. My face hidden in a stoic mask, my eyes scanned the area as I strode toward the main entrance.
The scent of blood and despair hung thick in the air, but I was unfazed. I had frequented Hell’s pit before, drawn to its raw violence and primal energy. But tonight was different. Tonight, I had a specific need.
Octavia greeted me at the entrance, her lips curving into a flirtatious smile. She was dressed impeccably, her cold beauty matching the aura of the place she managed.
“Don Lucifer,” she said, inclining her head. “To what do we owe the honor?” I ignored the nickname, my voice cold as I replied,
“I need a breeder.” Octavia blinked, her mask of composure slipping for a fraction of a second.
“A breeder?”
“Yes,” I replied, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Her curiosity was palpable.
“That’s not like you. You usually prefer—”
“I didn’t come here for small talks Octavia,” I interrupted, my voice sharp. “Do you have what I need, or not?” Octavia straightened, her flirtation replaced by professionalism.
“We’ve just brought in a new set of girls. I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Good.” I said my gaze as cold as steel. “Have her ready.”
Octavia hesitated, as if she wanted to press me further, but the look in my eyes silenced her.
With a nod, she ushered me into a private bar, I took a deep breath, my jaw tightening as I leaned into the cold chair.
Octavia poured me a glass of vodka in silent before she disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone in the dimly lit bar. I used to love this place, but I hated the darkness it represented now. But my needs outweighed my disdain.
The curse that plagued my family loomed over me like a shadow, its grip tightening with every passing year.
Finding a breeder wasn’t a choice; it was a necessity.
As footsteps echoed in the distance, I shoved the last glass of vodka down my throat.
Whatever it took, I would get what I need.