Chapter 8: MY BROKEN HEART

DIANA'S POV

It's been days of great torture, memories of that night kept occuring and I found it difficult to sleep, my Father's lifeless body, Maria's plea for help,My mother's butchered body with blood oozing all over, D’Angelos mansion filled with blood.

How could I sleep knowing the person who did this to me was the man I once loved with my heart and soul, someone I could lay my life for. Enzo shattered me completely, he had brought me so much sorrow that I doubt I would ever be alright.

Would I ever have a happy life?

My thoughts were caught short by the presence of Franco, he brought a tray which I guess was containing food and dropped it on the table.

“You haven't touched all the food sent to you for days, do you want to starve to death?” His words, harsh and piercing.

I ignored him and turned to the other side of the bed, sniffing and rubbing my nose.

“I have a message from Mr Enzo and he says if you don't eat, he's going to have your finger cut.” Franco spoke and I immediately turned to him, frightened at the words he spoke.

Why would Enzo do such a barbaric act simply because I didn't eat?

“I hope I die while he does so.” I muttered stubbornly and Franco banged his fist on the table, shifting the cover of the food a bit. I could see some shreds of cheese n. And I could guess the food was pasta with sauce and shredded cheese.

My stomach betrayed me by growling loudly and I could see Franco let out a smirk.

“Seems your stomach is against your wishes Miss Diana. If you don't eat now, I don't promise your safety as Mr Enzo is not in a good mood today.” Franco announced and I shrugged.

I glanced at the food again and truly I wanted to grab the food and munch on it as my life depended on it right now. I have refused all food for the past two days now.

The door swung open again and Enzo walked in slowly, his hands pocketed as he glanced around.

“She has refused to eat again.” Franco reported and I waited curiously to see what Enzo would do to me.

“If she doesn't want to eat, force her to, call in two or three more Men, hold her together and feed her. If she is still stubborn, Wipe her with the leash meant for the dogs.” Enzo spoke and bulged my eyes in shock.

“What? Isn't that what you want? Been treated as a slave because tell me how much more stubborn you would get!” Enzo yelled.

“You have to eat now or else we would force you.” Franco threatened seriously and I gulped nothing down my throat.

I could feel sweats dripping from my neck and head, their cold and stern gazes piercing through my skin was enough to challenge me.

My hands were shaking as I picked the plate and opened it. As soon as I saw how the food fit my imagination, I salivated and took a spoonful in my mouth, munching slowly. I looked up at them and felt very uncomfortable.

Them watching me eat was another level of torture, nevertheless, I continued eating to gain strength for my escape but first, i have  to show them how vulnerable I am.

After I finished eating, I watched Franco leave the room for the two of us. My hatred for the man called Enzo burned as I dared not to make eye contact with him.

Ever since he came that night, he never came back again, his presence made me remember how he tried to take advantage of me, that was a different Enzo from the one I grew up with.

“If you keep getting difficult,I won't hesitate to punish you.” I heard him say.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice betraying me with a weak tone.

“You're my prisoner, doesn't that explain everything?” Enzo asked with a smirk on his face. “ Also, you are mine and I can do anything I want to do with you… A puppet I guess” His last words pierced through my heart as tears filled my eyes.

“How could you do this to me?” I broke down softly as I glared at him.

“If crying could save, it would have saved me when your Father took everything away from my family, he  killed my family and spared not even the dogs!” He yelled.

“That doesn't mean you should do the same to me!” I yelled back.

“This is what I lived for, revenge, that was why I was given a second chance, my Father's dying wish was to battle with your Father in the afterlife and I granted it.” Enzo spoke with no remorse on his face.

“You mean nothing to me and don't think I spared your life because we were childhood friends.” I heard him say. “The reason I let you live was because I want you to suffer the same fate I did, I want you to know what it means to lose everyone you love!” Enzo yelled hysterically and I shivered.

“I will make you feel hell on earth and do you think of escaping because there won't be for you.” He concluded before storming out of the room in anger.

My sob  became loud as I cried uncontrollably, I felt so much pity for myself, my heart which was shattered was stomped till there were no pieces left, it ached in sorrow and grief.

I just needed to die, probably that would end everything. Standing up hurriedly from the bed, I sighted the mirror Hung on the wall and shattered it on the floor. I let the broken pieces pierce my skin as I looked for a perfect edge to stab myself.

I picked up a perfect piece, my hands fidgeted as I held it tightly, blood dripping from my hands just as I was about to bring it to my chest, a hand prevented me…