Because fuck you that's why.

Kye ^
We hate him

Serina POV

It hurt to fucking breath, some skinny dicked motherfucker wrapped a roped around my chest so tight that It hurt to expand my chest. They tore away my shirt, so I was bare from the waist up.

I was trembling and I hadn't stopped since we got here god knows how long ago, it felt like weeks but I knew it can't be more then a few days. One week at most.

My hands bound together behind me as I sat slumped in a metal chair, the tightness of the ropes caused blood to pour from my raw wrists which were now crusted and bruised.

My ankles stuck to the chairs legs with duck tape, that made my skin itchy and red.

Tears welding in my eyes like acid, I hated crying but It was the only thing I knew I could do right now.

If this wasn't rock bottom then I didn't know what the fuck was.

After I hit my head on the vans door I blacked out, and woke up In shackles and binds. I screamed and yelled for them to let me go, I even foolishly called out Lorenzo's name hoping he was somewhere in the darkness.

But as I watched as strange men came out of that darkness and stood over me as they watched me squirm In my binds, their hands running over my naked skin. I lost that hope.

I had tried to kick and screamed but the restrains kept me down. They had laughed and joked before treating me like a punching bag.

Serina the punching bag doesn't have a rig to it

They were a smaller gang—found out about me from moles and spy's. They seized the opportunity to take me as soon as I ran.
I regret running.

I saw the regret in Lorenzo's eyes as he walked away, but he did it to keep me alive I think.

I wonder if he is looking for me. I wasn't quite sure if he would after what happened, but a part of me prayed that he was.

I tried to remember each intricate detail of his face, but the chilling emptiness of the room was distracting.

The man who had taken me was one of five men who would come in here and hit me, each time I'd stay as quite as I could. Screams and whimpers left my lips—but words I kept down.

But being me I sometimes cursed them like a trucker which of course only made it worse for me.

My face hurt and I knew It was bruised, through the darkness of the room I knew I was bloody and cut.

They used knives and scalpels—saline to burn the wounds on my thighs. This only added to my fear of doctors and their pointy tools.

But I didn't dare beg them to stop. I wanted to, the word could so easily fall from my lips.

It reminded me of shows I would stumbled upon late at night;

those shows where people would get tortured and I thought how well they handled themselves, how easily it looked to not submit—but I was so mother fucking wrong let me tell you.

So I just waited till they got tired of my silence and left, and each time they left I had peace for a little while.

At first the adrenaline numbed the pain but with each day it faded and the pain got worse.

I hated that I wanted Lorenzo to come and save me. To rip the ropes that held me and scoop me up and take me back home.

The cell was a lot like the one Lorenzo had put me in when he first had me, pitch black and concrete. Rats scurrying across the floor and water dripping in a rhythm from a busted pipe.

I had gotten a cough probably from air gonorrhoea or maybe just a cold. Being next to naked in a cold damp room would do that.

There was one door, a steel one. Bared shut and always locked. Like I was precious cargo.

Men came in though every few hours, and each time I was terrified they were going to rape me. I saw how hungry their eyes looked.

I thanked that I didn't have my hair cut shorter like I planned, or else my tits would be on full display. I felt my dignity slip each time like a mask however as they would pull at the string of my pantie.

The door swung open and I whimpered, I squeezed my eyes tightly together as I fought to clear the tears from my eyes.

"Miss me?" The man who kidnapped me voice's came through the darkness again. When I first got here he was the second to greet me.

I brought my eyes up to watch him, as he stood in front of the open door with his hands tucked into the pockets of his suit. "Sorry I took so long, I was thinking about ways to dispose of your broken body once this is all over." He smirked, as he watched me frown.

"You sure you weren't blowing yourself off? Sticking sticks up your ass?" I retorted back and he grew angry, his eyebrows contorting.

He had quite a temper, and got really fucking mad when I didn't answer any of the questions he demanded from me.

He didn't have enough men to get hold of anything from Lorenzo so he thought he'd beat something out of me.

But it wasn't like I had anything to tell, Lorenzo would never tell me that stuff. I was too "untrustworthy" and "snake like". And even if I knew anything I'd never tell this crack whore—I would never betray Lorenzo even though a part of me wanted to.

He took a few steps towards me, and I whimpered in bitter pain as it shot through me in an instant as he kicked me in the stomach which caused my chair to fall backwards.

The bang echoing through the room. "I am getting tired of your disrespect." His voice was nothing close to mellow, instead is was harsh and held fragments of hate and evil.

My jaw chattered as my head rested against the floor, the wet ground freezing my skin. A tear sliding my my face.

"You really should stop protecting him. He isn't coming Serina, he doesn't care about you." He smirked as he walked over so he could crouch down beside me.

Lorenzo was coming, he had to. If he wasn't then prepare for me to go fucking schizophrenic.

Looking up at the ceiling, my lips cracks and dry I say. "By the way—"I uttered "your psycho prison sucks."

He looked at me for a few seconds before kicking me in the ribs, causing me to cry or in pain.

"Lorenzo will kill you when he finds you." I whispered "and for what? Money? Power? Is your head on a steak worth that?" My words cut like knives and I loved the conviction they held.

"Your father is willing to pay quite a tab to get you back Serina." He bypassed my words as he stood up, but I stayed watching him. "I mean he thought you were dead, he thought Lucas had killed you along with your prostitute of a mother. Come to find out Lucas had been hiding you, threatening you within an inch of your life every day—it's astonishing really how you are still even alive today ."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I coughed, my lungs burning. I fucking hope I don't get an Infection because that will kill me faster then this sick fuck can. "What do you know about my family."

"Oh Serina you are so clueless. So Naive." He smiled, and I wanted nothing more then to punch him in his throat.

He is a sleazy piece of garbage and nobody should believe a word he says.

"You are the definition of dog shit. And not normal dog shit, smelly dog shit." I said loudly, which caused him to come over to me and grab the rope around my chest and pull me back up, my face meeting his. I winced as the ropes rubbed against my raw skin

"I know that your Father wasn't faithful, I know he got a prostitute pregnant and Then bamb." He smirked as he gripped my shoulders "your murderous brother popped out."

His eyes were ravenous and wild, the sickening blue colour looked twisted and I knew by they way he looked that he was capable of doing very cruel things.

"Fuck you." I growled.

He had a scar running down the one side of his forehead, it's clear white outline like marker on paper. "What you fail to realize is that I have all the power here. I can destroy everything you are—" He whispered as he trailed his finger across my jaw. I tried to tilt my head away, but it was pointless.

He gripped my face with his hand as he smiled "Maybe I'll carve you out as you scream or maybe I'll just make you my personal body to fuck senseless until there is nothing left of you."

That shut me up real quick.

He stared at me with amusement, cold bitter amusement. His eyes lighting up at my silence. He thinks I was scared of him, and although I was timid I wasn't scared of this fucker.

He made it clear that whatever he has planned, It is not good. So I might as well live my life.

I gave him a smile, my teeth stained red. I looked crazy, but I didn't care. I slammed my head into his, and he stumbled back as My laughed echoed through the room. "There is a special place in hell for you, and it's up Satan's asshole."

His eyes became fire, and he tensed up in his fist and shoulders. "I am going to-" he muttered as he took a step away from me.

"You are going to what—cry?" I smirked, I felt the flames of my inner crazy spark up. I am not going to die here, and this douchebag will not scare me into submission.

I am Serina Accardi— and Serina Accardi doesn't just lay down and accept her death. I am a bad bitch.

I felt my jaw clench, and my hands tense. "You are going to die. And you can bet that it will be me who kills you."

He looked at me like I started something I shouldn't have, like there was words that's didn't need to be said. But I said them and I don't regret them, This fucker will die.

One way or another Karma will bite him in his tiny dick. I will make sure if it.

I watched as he shook his head as he picked up a blade, not before bringing his walkie talkie to his lips. "We are moving to phase two—I'm getting tired of this bitch."

"Kye, it was planned for next week. What we are doing is already—" The man spoke from the other end, he seemed weary. He didn't like this plan it seemed.

But I found out through his words that this sloppynut donkey fucker in front of me was named Kye.

"I don't care." Kye yelled and the other end went silent . "Do it."

"Yes boss."

Kye looked back at me, before me smiled. The blade glinting as he moved towards me, And I closed my eyes—before my screams echos around the walls once more.

Lorenzo POV

"They are going to torture her undoubtedly." Marco said with a wince as he crossed his arms, he stood in front of where I was sitting. I sat still, and my entire body burned.

She was gone. I had let him take her.

I watched as her eyes pleaded with me to help her, then as they pleaded for me to walk away. I had no idea where to start looking for her, I had no idea if this man was working alone or for another group.

Because anyone would kill to get their hands on Mr.Accardi's daughter.

I had never felt this way before, the uneasy and pained feeling that sunk deep in my chest. It started as soon as I couldn't see her face anymore, and it hit me like a freight train.

"Or they are going to kill her—to send a message." Diablo added and I clenched my hands into fists. The image of Serina dead on the floor, alone and terrified before her demise, made the want to kill somebody greater.

I could practically hear her screams as they echoed in my head over and over.

My head pounded, and all I could see was red. I sat at my desk, wanting nothing more then to get her back. I had sat at this desk for a week straight, I couldn't sleep—knowing that she is somewhere other then with me.

"She is scared of doctors—tools. Tweezers." I whispered as I stared forward in an empty glance, my hands clenching and unclenching.

I thought that was stupid before, because how could a girl so brave and cunning be afraid of such a stupid thing? I get it now. I felt my body tense as the thoughts of blades being dragged across her beautiful porcelain skin.

But I knew that she wasn't the type that would give in and beg for the torture to end, she would take it and talk back just like she did with me. And I knew that would only make things worse for her.

But Serina would never beg, she would never give up her morals and strength in herself at the hands of a man. That was one thing that I liked about her, that beautiful fight she held in her eyes.

Most woman would give in, cry and plea—not Serina. She would tell you to fuck off, she would fight back and she would be willing to dominate you in an instant.

"They won't kill her, if they know who she is then they won't kill her." Marco sighed as he ran his hand over his mouth, before turning to face me.

Marco had been my friend my entire life, from kindergarten to now he was one of the only people I trusted with my life. Marco cared about Serina, maybe because she reminded him of the things he had lost.

Marco looked at Serina like she was family, and he cared for her more then I wanted to admit. "Why did she run in the first place." Marco asked as he looked towards me, he had a suspicion but he didn't dare challenge an answer out of me.

He may be my friend and my second—but nobody disrespects me.

Marco knew I had shot Rosario. I had known Rosario for just about as long as I have Marco—but he touched what wasn't his, so he had to pay for it.

I closed my eyes as the moment replayed in my head. I had never felt so furious then I did as I watched her pull him to her lips, his hands brushing her body like it was his

All I saw was red, and It didn't fade until I realized she had ran and Rosario was slumped against the wall with a bullet in his shoulder wincing at the pain.

But the way she kissed him—As I watched as my woman brushed her lips onto his, before pulling away and looking into his eyes like she did mine—I snapped.

"Rosario touched what wasn't his." I growled as I stood up from the desk and turned away from them, moving so fast that he chair fell beside me. "So I shot him—and she took off."

I had called her a slut, and I watched the hurt manifest in her eyes.

Serina didn't like being called things that she wasn't. But I knew it would hurt her, and in that moment I wanted her hurt like her she did me.

"Oh so you were serious about the whole no touching thing." Diablo jokes lowly and I shot my eyes to him, and he put his hands up in defence as he froze.

Marco had told me how flirtatious he had been towards her the day him and Serina met. I had wanted to shoot him like a dog, but I knew if I killed every man who noticed Serinas beauty then I would have to shoot my entire mafia.

"Everyone get the fuck out, I want every available person on this—I want her found and alive and I want the ones who took her up in flames."

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I don't really have anything to say today

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly