LILLY

I don't know what happened in that dining room earlier but whatever I said to him might've saved my life. He was so angry when he walked back into that room and the way he held me, I felt like he would've broken my arm like a twig.

I was back in the cell, in the same body suit. He wouldn't let me change and just pushed me in again. Telling me to stay put like his dog. I hated when he treated me like one. I am a human being but what do they know? How do I expect them to know when they sell or buy human beings like their dolls that can be played with however they want? I can't still forget the way Romano gifted that girl to that man named Sinn like it wasn't a big deal.

I hate it here. I hate him. I hate this. There's no way out. I'm trapped and the walls in this cell feel like they're closing in little by little every single day. The cell is getting smaller and the ceiling is getting lower. This is torture and I can't do anything but cry and cry. Dance to his tunes, let him do whatever he wants, let him touch me however he wants because I'm his. I'm branded. I'm his all the way. Would it be easier to not care and let him do anything he wants? Would it be easier to put on a smile and let him pull on my strings? Should I just stop fighting?

Fighting... I was never a fighter. I always give up too soon. Too damn soon.

The cell gets colder as every minute passed and the silence was thick. It made my heart sink. The silence, the darkness, the coldness, they were insufferable. Carter Romano is a monster. He forever will be a monster. I was so exhausted, mentally and physically, that I can't keep it in anymore. I couldn't stop anymore. The anxiety of it all caught up to me and I stayed in the corner crying loud, begging god that someone will help me. That this will be over if I just open my eyes. If I just wake up.
My body shook and I began shivering. My heart beat too fast in my chest that it felt like it will stop any moment. And I wanted it to stop. I wanted to stop breathing, I wanted to stop living. At this point, death was my freedom. It was my only way. End it all, end me, and everything will be okay.

Everything will be okay.
Everything will be alright.
End it and the pain will stop.
It will stop.
It will stop, right?
Will it stop? Will I be free?

I gasp at my thoughts when I hear a gunshot. It was close yet it was far. What's going on? What- I hear screams of agony and pain. I hear more gunshots. I hear- I hear a bang and I hear his voice "There you are. I've been waiting for a while." The cell door opens and I still don't know where it was going until he steps in. Dressed in a white suit, holding a gun, and blood all over his face. Smiling like the devil. Russo.
He keeps the gun back in his holster and says "I did tell Romano that if I don't have you by midnight, I'd attack. He thought I was bluffing. Hope he dies and I get to have you." I stand up suddenly and press myself to the wall. All the memories of him forcing himself on me that day were crashing into my mind. I hated the way he touched me, the way he was too close to raping me until Romano showed up.
I shriek as I hear more gun sounds but Russo chuckles "So jumpy. Come now, let's go. You're coming with me." His eyes go down to what I was wearing but I shake my head. He looks down at himself, at his pants getting tight, and then up at me, smiles, and closes the cell door, "Maybe after one little taste."
He gets closer but I make a run for it. Going around him and running to the cell door. He's quick in wrapping his arm over my stomach and pulling me in, putting his palm pressed on my mouth so I would stop screaming. Seconds later, he pushes his tie in my mouth and I hear his belt being unbuckled.
I take this time to pull the tie out of my mouth to scream, he slaps me across the face and pins me down on the floor, using his belt to tie up my hands and push my tied hands above my head.

He won't come this time, will he?

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CARTER

I was sitting peacefully in my room when I hear a gun going off. My anxiety hits me and I go down on my knees, putting my hands on my ears, trying damn hard to block the sound.

The gunshots, her, she got shot because of me. All because of me.

I scream but the damn guns won't stop. I begged in my heart for Elijah to show up but no one came.

"Rafael, don't make Carter watch this! Please, don't make him watch this!" I was held back by something that I didn't know but I look up, I watched thirteen men in the cell. She was tied to the table. Naked, legs apart. Crying loud that I feared her voice would disappear. She begged "Rafael, get him out of here! He doesn't need to see this! Don't make him go through this." I hear the man saying behind me "It's all your fault, Marlene. You betray me once, shame on you." He walked into the cell and leans down to look her in the eye "You betray me twice, I will fucking kill you. But death is too easy. Too fucking easy. I will break your soul until you beg me to kill you. But I still won't. And when you know I won't, you'll beg Carter to do it. Your blood will be on his hands because you couldn't keep your fucking legs closed."
He looked down at me and then said "Inizio (start)."

One by one, all thirteen of them, raped her until dawn. They raped her until she was spent bleeding. But they kept going, Rafael never told them to stop and he never let her explain herself. I cried and screamed for them to stop but Rafael was their boss. They were Rafael's bitches.
I kept trying to get up but I was weak, too damn weak. My insides burned and god knows how many times I threw up on my lap as I was forced to watch them rape her. Eight hours, it kept going on for eight hours. She would faint but they kept going. She was out of breath but they kept going. She choked on her vomit but they kept going. They kept laughing and kept fucking her nonstop.

"Carter!" I hear my name again. This wasn't a memory, someone truly spoke my name. I see Elijah kneeling, screaming at me "Get the fuck up!" He pulls me up to my feet and I hold on to his arm before I faint. It took some time for the ringing in my ear to stop but when it did, he said "Russo is here!" It took my brain some time to understand. He continues "I told you! I told you that you should've given them Lilly!"

Lilly... my Lilly.

As soon as he said her name, I remembered that day. The day she knew what was wrong with me. The day she blocked my ears and kissed me as she cried in fear. She didn't have to do it but she did. She... fuck! Lilly.

I look at Elijah and anger coerced through my veins. Lilly. I focused on the rage and there was a new ringing in my ear. But I loved it because it blocked out the gunshots. Lilly. I looked at Elijah "We need to get her." He screams "Are you out of your fucking mind? We need to get out of here, Carter. We need to keep you away from this." I ignore and I'm going down the stairs and out of the room. The gunshots are loud but my anger is louder in my ears.

I can't hold a gun but that doesn't mean I can't hold a fucking knife. I take my knife from my thigh holster and as the first man comes in my way, screaming with a gun, I grab it, throw it away and stab him in the side of the neck three times. Duck as another ran at me and swiftly sliced off his hand from the wrist. My white shirt turned bloody and I wiped away the splashes of blood away from my face. The man screams in pain but I'm there in a second, stabbing him in the eye and pulling out the knife.

I needed to get to her.

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LILLY

"Baby, you need to learn how to enjoy this or it will only hurt you."

I cry out when he pulls the buttons at the crotch and pulls the fabrics up to my breasts. He smiles and I can't even move because he had pinned my legs pressing them with his knees. I still struggle and when he puts his weight on my knee, I cry out in pain. Even after all the screams, I could hear gunshots coming from outside, no one comes to help me or distract him enough that I can get away.

His hand squeezes my breast as he laughs "I have dreamed about these a lot." He leans in and takes my nipples between his teeth, biting them down. My throat burns when I scream in pain. He bites down hard on my other nipples as well. When I scream louder, he presses his weight of his knee right on the muscle of my left thigh which was in excruciating pain. His grip on my hands loosens and I bash my fist on his head. He cries out, and falls to the side, holding his head where I hopefully wounded him. When I'm about to sit up, he straddles me, slapping me across the face and choking me "Bitch!"

He only let his grip loose when my face turned blue. A sinister smile spread on his lips "That keeps you quiet." He choked me again. He kept again, only loosening his grip when I turn blue. All the oxygen draining from my brain at that moment when I couldn't make sense of anything.

And when I finally come a little to my senses, he smacked his lips to mine, bruising my lips, trying to push his tongue in. I bite it hard so that I drew blood in my mouth and he pulls away, spitting the blood out on my face. He slapped me again and gripped my neck, pulling me up and then slamming my head against the concrete floor. I cry in pain and then I see spots in my vision. My body felt heavy at that moment. He smiles again and moves down, spreading my legs apart enough that my core was stretched for him. He unzips his pants, strokes his cock, and aligns it with my opening. I feel the tip push in and just as it does, he's pried away from me. My legs drop to the floor and I stay there.

I gather some strength to just lift my head and I see someone beating up Russo. I didn't know who until that person's face came to light.

Carter.

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CARTER

I barely made it into the cell. And when I do, he's on her. Her head bleeding on the floor and blood was on her face. I saw nothing but red.
He has his cock out and as he's pushing it in, I run in and pull him away from her. She's too spent to even get up.

Russo takes a second to understand what happened and when he sees me with a knife clutched in my hands, he goes for his gun. I kick it out from his grip but that bastard brings out a knife he had hidden in his boot. He slices my ankle and I hiss, can't let the pain get to me now. I block it and kick him in the chest. He cries but rolls away from under my boot, and stands up, his knife still in his hand, coated with my blood. I stumble, it fucking hurt, but I kept my balance.
I look over at her and her bodysuit was ridden up to her chest. Fuck. I look back at him but he smiles "Come on Romano. Let me have her." I spit out the blood on the floor and say once "Off limits."

"My offer still stands. We can both fuck her together. Make our bond stronger."

"Off limits."

I needed to kill this bastard. Slice him into pieces till his fucking gang can't recognize him. This piece of shit.

He glances over at her and then looks at me "You're going to ruin the bond between a Romano and a Russo just for this bitch?" I smirk "Not for her. I've been wanting you dead for decades now." He smiles "Is this because of her?" He wasn't talking about Lilly. He was one of the thirteen men that night. I bite "Fuck you!" He laughs "Still miss her?"

"Fuck you!"

"I have to tell you, when I pushed my cock inside her that day, I was in heaven. Maybe I'll be in heaven again when I push it inside this bitch."

That was it. I saw red and came at him, swinging the knife. He blocks me and knees me in the stomach but I'm faster in catching his leg and elbowing his knee. He grunts in pain and catches himself before he falls. Clutching onto his knee, he runs at me. I move out of the way and grab him by the nape of his neck, bashing his head against the iron bars. He screams and pulls away from my grip, advancing at me again. I grab the knife tighter and hold him by his shoulder, pushing the knife swiftly into his stomach and three times again in his ribs. He groans and his white shirt turns bloody. He couldn't keep up anymore. He was swinging on his feet and then falls to his knees. I knock the knife out of his hand with a kick while he clutches the wounds.

I throw my own knife and grab him by his face and dig my nails in his skin. He yells but he's too weak to even move. I say it to him, darkly, rage in my voice, slow enough so he would get it through his thick head "Fuck with me or what's mine will only get you pain and suffering." And push him away from me. He falls on his back near her legs while she sobs covering her face, and crosses her leg over the other.

I stare at them and then only at him. This humid cell, him, her crying while being naked, it all brought back memories. He fucked out her life that day.

Pathetic son of a bitch.

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LILLY

Russo lay beside me, heaving for breath. I cry hard as Romano stares at us. But his rage is directed at Russo.

Romano bents down to pick up his knife and kneels beside Russo. The knife was hard in his grip. Russo's cock was half out. Romano smiles sinisterly and grabs it, pulling it out. Russo tries to scream but nothing comes out of his throat. Romano places the blade at the base of his cock and one gentle swift, Russo's cock was in his hand and Russo wailed in pain.
Romano's face was painted with blood as well as his clothes, and the way he laughed like a maniac, holding Russo's cock had me in fear. He says, "Possa tu bruciare all'inferno (May you burn in hell)."
And I almost gag when he pushes the cock between Russo's lips and slaps on it till it reaches his throat. Russo chocks on it and then it was sudden death. Romano kept laughing like it was something funny, he kept chuckling and looked up. He laughs when he whispers to the ceiling "Nove in meno (Nine down)." Then he looks at me.

I still had spots in my vision but I feared him the most at this moment. I pulled down at the body suit and he just watched. Couldn't even move a muscle properly and I cried at how defenseless I was. He gets to his feet and walks over to me, his knife gone, hands dripping with blood. He keeps stumbling but eventually squats down and gathers me in his arms, picking me up and then walking out of the cell. He says, with dark calm, without even looking at me "If you don't want to see a massacre, hide your face." I kept staring at his side profile, holding onto his neck, trying to understand it all.
But I did understand it all when he walked out the doors. I saw it all. Many have died on the floor. Some his men and some Russo's. They were either beheaded, shot in the face, or stabbed in the eye. I even saw a hand and its owner laying away from it. Dead. I shut my eyes and bury my face in the crook of his neck. He didn't mind.
But I hated this. I hated the tinge of blood and sweat that came from him. I hated the expressionless face he wore. I hated everything.

The walls were covered in blood and so was every piece of furniture we passed. The hallway was too quiet but I knew their souls haunted the place.
He enters inside a door and I release a breath when I see where we were. The same place as before. The place where I was too stupid to make a deal with him for comfort only to be snatched away from me.

He doesn't let me down at all. Walks up the stairs silently and we enter a room. A different room. A room I didn't see. White walls and black furniture. Too simple. There is nothing but a bed, a nightstand, and a dresser.
He gently puts me down on my feet and walks to the dresser, opening the drawer and pulling out a t-shirt and sweats. He makes his way back to me again and takes my hand, puts the bunch of fabric in them, and then walks to the bathroom. He struggles walking but he still does.

I watch him take a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, keeping it on the stool beside the bathtub, and open the faucet to let hot water fill the tub. Then he slowly undressed. Takes off his vest and then I watch as he unbuttons his shirt. When he pulls it down his arms and lets the shirt drop on the floor, I gasp. It wasn't just their blood on his shirt, it was his two. Large cuts on his back and a lot of bruises that were turning purple. He pulls down his pants and I see another stab wound on the back of his thigh. A deep cut on his ankle.

He stands there naked and looks at me over his shoulder but ignores me. Taking cautious steps towards the tub, he slowly gets in with a hiss and sits in it, stretching his legs and laying his back against the porcelain. He grunts but then eases down. Grabbing the pack of cigarettes and popping one between his teeth, lighting it up. He runs his wet hand through his hair to keep them back from his face as he inhaled a large drag with shaky hands, exhaling the smoke as he looks up and closes his eyes.
I stand dumbfounded and look down at the clothes. There was a faint streak of blood on the white T-shirt. I swallow and wear the sweats first and then change from the bodysuit into the T-shirt.

I change and not once does he glances at me or open his eyes.
I take a step into the bathroom and from my view, the water was turning a dark pink. The steam coming out of it made me know how hot the water was. His skin turned red from blood and the hot water.

Knowing I will change my mind if I don't do this, I walk out, go down the stairs, and get the first aid box from under the sink. I climb back up and walk into the bathroom. He doesn't even acknowledge my presence but as I take a step near, I stop in fear. Clutching to the blue box tightly. He opens an eye to peek at me and then closes it "Out."

"You're hurt."

He takes another drag, ignoring me. I try again "You have serious wounds, Romano." He exhales the smoke through his nose "I know." I try again "It could get infected."

"I don't care."

I had to suck up my fear this time. I grab the clean white towel and get on my knees beside him. When I put my hand inside the water, I pull back with a cry. It was burning hot and I was amazed he didn't even care. He looks at me again, his expression calm but empty. Tilts his head to watch me. I bite my lip and push my hand in the water again, pulling out the plug and letting the water drain. It takes time while I dip the towel in the remaining water and begin to clean around his wounds. He says "I told you to go." I shake my head without looking up at him "One thing I hate most in this world is debts. I owe you this and this only for... you know." I could barely say it. He lazily smiles and lets me wipe down the blood from his chest. I grab his hand and swipe down his arm and then his other arm.

I ask "Can you please sit up?" He puts the cigarette between his lips and sits up for me, leaning forward while I clean his back.
I push on his shoulder so he would rest on his back again and he complies without sound.
I wear the gloves and I get to it. I slowly stitch up the cut on his stomach, then his upper torso, the stab behind his thigh, the one at his ankle, and the one on his back. He just stays there watching me, letting me do whatever I want and letting me say whatever I want.

I start at the last cut under his collarbone and he mindlessly plays with the ends of my hair, rolling the strand between his thumb and forefinger. I let him without a sound. Then he grabs the bloody towel that I kept on his thigh and dips it in the little bit of water I left in the tub. He wipes at my cheek and then under my jaw. My hands stop with the stitch and I just look at him. He doesn't care that I am and he doesn't care that I stopped. He just wants the blood off my face.
He lets the towel drop between us and lays back, looking up at the ceiling again. I come out of my trance and pull the last stitch, cutting off the thread and taking off the gloves. Whispering under my breath "Debt paid." He lazily chuckles but doesn't say anything. I get to my feet and I'm tempted to leave him here but the other half of me didn't want to. I hold onto his arm and say "Let's get you to bed." He nods and slowly stands up. He almost falls but I'm there to catch him. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and I hold on to him as he puts one leg out and then the other one too. Groaning at the pain when he puts his weight on his wounded leg.

We slowly walk out and I make him sit on the bed. He catches his breath and I'm walking to his dresser, getting a pair of sweatpants out. I kneel in front of him and help him put one foot in and then the other one, sliding the pants up to his thighs and then looking up at him. He gets it when he uses his strength to lift his hips and I slide the sweats to his waist, letting go of the elastic.
I walk back into the bathroom and come back with bandaids, sticking one to the small cut at his cheekbone. And the other one under his jaw.

My voice cracks "You need painkillers?" He shakes his head and sighs. Looks up at me. I suggest "You should lie down." He nods and lies in his bed. Groaning loud. He turns to his stomach because his back stung. I could leave and be gone to the other room but I didn't want to leave. Just wanted to stay for a while. I sit at the corner of the bed. My hands are on my thighs and I look straight. My eyes filled with tears as I digested what had happened and what could've happened today.
I hear the sounds of light raindrops outside and I watch them trail down the window in silence.

I sit for a couple of minutes more, begging myself to move into another room but I don't. I stay there. My back strained when I feel his hand travel up my spine, gently caress, then down, he rolls my hair and then lets it go. Then trails his hand down my spine again. He grips the hem of my shirt and gently tugs at me. I turn my head to look at him but he tugs at my shirt again.

What did he want? I didn't have to ask him to know. I just knew.

I gently lay down but I keep my distance from him. As soon as my head hit the soft pillow, I came down with a headache. Every part of my body ached. My throat hurt as well did my face. His slaps were brutal. And the way he gripped my neck was painful.
The room was dim with lights but I still could see him. He was staring at me, so silent, so unmoving, his eyes showed no pain and no softness. Just... blank. Utterly empty.
This was the man who was laughing as he castrated a man but right now, this same man, he's calm and quiet.

He stretches his hand towards me and I flinch, he waits for me to get used to his hand close to mine. And when I do, calm down, he gently caresses the bruise on my cheek then traces his finger down my jaw and then my neck, "I should've been there sooner."

I tell him, "At least you were there when I expected less." He asks "Was that enough?" The sound of the heavy rain against the window made my heart race and when the first thunder strikes, I clenched my hands into tight fists. He notices it but doesn't move. Just waits patiently. I snuggle a little close and shriek when another thunder strikes, I move closer.
He grabs my hip and gently pulls me closer, pressing me to his warm skin, his hand trailing up my spine and he grips the back of my head, pulling my face closer till my cheek is against his chest. He didn't smell like blood anymore. He smelled like cigarettes and citrus.

He asks again "Was it enough, Lilly?" I nod and close my eyes "It was more than enough, Carter." Focusing on his warmth as thunder kept striking outside.

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Not a healthcare professional so I don't really know medical stuff. This all is just made from my head.

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