Rivalry above love-- a dark sketch of mafia life by Bluesky Idea (books to read in your 30s txt) 📖

threw it towards her with all the rage he could muster. It landed neatly on the wall right next to her ear after grazing it. She winced in pain, ofcourse, she felt pain. 

 

A new emotion dawned on him with fire. He couldn't see properly as his head blazed with hostility for her. Fuck Anita, She was going to speak. He was going to make her. He was Erhard Eberstark. He was crazier than this bitch.

 

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She woke up startled as a piercing cold overwhelmed her body-head to foot. She saw him plunging a bucket full of cold water and waited for it to land on her. She opened her eyes when it didn't and her eyes met a sadistic smiling face as he hurled the bucket to her face. This time, it landed and she was rendered blind for a moment. She couldn't see as the prickling pain blinded her. It took a while for the pain to sink in and the cold to surface. Her head shook rigorously after it did. Then there were several blows exactly the same but the pain multiplied with each blow; the cold made her head go numb for a while and brought back the pain again to which she screamed achingly. Her whole leather clothes were soaked and she felt an urge to urinate.

 

"Speak" He caught hold of her chin digging his fingers in them. "speakkk" He growled. Her eyes were still looking at him but there was no twinkle in them. They looked dead.

 

"No." She muttered. Erhard reached to the point in his rage from where he couldn't come back. He was not taking any shits now. This happened often while he tortured people; he couldn't stop until he was satiated, until his hands were decorated with blood. He was not a sadist naturally but once he meant business, he meant business.

 

Now, he was just an inch away from her. Erhard pulled out the dagger from the wall and brandished it in front of her making left and right carvings in front of her pale face. Calliah was scared, she was. He placed it on her jaw line and started slicing her skin from below her ear to her chin, slowly savouring every slice. She screamed her head off and he was smiling as his eyes flickered with passion. He was enjoying it.

 

"Speak and I'll make your death easier." He talked quietly but the passion was still there ;the quietness made him sound even more deranged, if possible. He had gone into a trance; a murderous one but he moved away from her. She knew her fate; she knew there was no way out but relief flowed in her eyes all the same. She couldn't have been more wrong. Calliah screamed in pain as the cuffs around her wrists tightened. Now, she couldn't even move her hands. 

 

Never had Calliah witnessed such situation. She thought she was good, better than anyone but over-confidence can be a nasty thing. All she could see in front of her was death. She was going to die-a slow painful death. All those years of torturing people and now karma had caught up with her, she thought. Tables had turned. She had to go through it. She felt hands blocking her windpipe; she was lifted on the wall. One last time into the satan's eyes and she drifted back to sleep.

 

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Erhard Eberstark sat on an armchair in front of his trailer looking at the greenery around him. He looked frustrated as he took another gulp of whiskey from the bottle in his hand. He was running out of patience. She wouldn't speak. She just wouldn't. But a nagging voice which had nagged him a lot since yesterday spoke again ,you haven't tried everything. But he couldn't. He thought he could but he couldn't. After she passed out last night, he couldn't go to torturing mode again. He hadn't tortured a woman ever-- but then no woman had tested his patience like this one. His crotch vibrated and his train of thoughts broke.

 

"Erhard?" Tab- his right hand man and friend spoke. He had been calling him since yesterday morning, since the fight.

 

"yeah, Tab." Frustration was clear in his voice.

 

"Chef wants you here. He needs answers." Tab spoke. Tab was always straight with him. He didn't call Erhard boss and Erhard didn't mind-except for a moment like these where he wanted to kick his nose out-Tab was from one of the families and they had grown up together.

 

"I am trying to extort." He said gritting his teeth.

 

"Trying?" Tab retorted. "Erhard. Go to your killer mode. Do whatever. Cut off his dick." Erhard stood still. He had lied to his gang about kidnapping a girl. He knew they would judge him weak. "Listen." He continued.

 

"Just kill him and come back. It's not a sin to disappoint Chef once in a while. Just kill him and come back."

 

Erhard nodded.

 

"Fine."

 

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No pain, no gain

 .Her every senses were telling her she was a lost cause; she couldn't see properly as the room around her spinned; her ears produced a shrill ringing and she couldn't feel several parts of her body. 

 

When she looked down to see if she really is connected to her parts, Calliah was horrified. Her clothes were gone. She was lolling in shackles with just her bra and panty on. She was petrified as fear started eating her up from inside. 

 

How can he do this to her? He couldn't do this to her anymore. It was forbidden and yet she was there at his mercy. 

 

Tears started forming in her eyes and panic started building up; she was shivering. She saw a man approach. He would break her, he would shatter her into pieces until there was nothing left of her. He would make her tainted again.

 

Count up to five hundred, honey. It will go away.

 

It will be over soon......

 

Count up to five hundred.

 

Calliah saw her and she was smiling, breathing kind words in her ears.

 

You are my strong daughter.

 

A hot breath on her neck brought her back to her traumatizing reality. She couldn't stop whimpering at the gentle circles he was making on her stomach.

 

"You are so hot,you know-- I could take you right now." He caught hold of her hair and planted wet kisses behind her neck.

 

"But I want you hotter."

 

What happened next was beyond her expectation and she had quite an expectation.

 

She let out an agonizing scream mixed with the rattling of chains. This pain was new to her. She hadn't experienced this one before. Her stomach burned in scorching pain which radiated all over her body --from toes to her head. She was squirming in the hopes of reducing the pain but he had caught her body tightly. Her burned part met his shirt and the charring pain threatened to pierce her stomach. She looked at his merciless eyes.

 

"Guess where this is going to land next." He threathened and his lips were twitched upwards in a sadistic smile. She saw what he was holding-- a smoldering iron staff about the length of his hand. Tears rolled down her eyes as she realized what had caused the pain on her belly.

 

count up to five hundred.

 

Count up to five hundred.

 

He threw her to the wall, her wrists threatened to detach from her hands. He came so close that not even air could pass between them and Calliah was crushed between the cold wall and his hot chest which bulged out of his unbuttoned shirt. He pressed her breasts with his chest even more and Calliah tried to fidget in pain. His eyes were full of ardor as he kept gazing her lips. Calliah couldn't utter a word as she kept eyeing the iron staff. He slowly lowered the staff and dread was vivid in her eyes. He pulled the front of her underwear with his cold index finger. She closed her eyes and wished she could disappear in to the wall behind her.

"I am giving you a heads up this time, babygirl!" He whispered as he trailed the scorching staff up her right thigh. The teaseful burning blinded her as she screamed. 

 

She knew what was going to happen and he wouldn't stop. She was scared out of her mind, more than she ever was in her life and he was wasn't stopping. The staff was about to reach the front of her pussy.

 

"Stop!" She wailed.

 

"Stop, please." She continued her agonizing cry and he let go immediately.

 

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The woods was silent with just intermittent sounds of distant animals howling. There lay a small worn out cabin surrounded by green trees and soft sobs were heard coming out of it. A girl sat hugging her knees at the corner of the cabin inside. She was naked except for her undergarments and her head was buried in her knees. A soft wince of pain could be heard now and then. She was shivering bad. As the first ray of sun penetrated the cabin from a small window, her blue eyes shimmered; her head was out from hiding. There were black trail of tears on her cheeks and her eyes were smeared in blackness.

 

It was a tough night for Calliah. She was broken in the end and so easily. This was not what Nicholas had taught her but her captor had touched a nerve and it all went downhill from there. 

 

She had hallucinated him into another person. 

 

Now she felt cowardly. She had challenged him and he broke her so easily. Calliah tried to stand up on her feet. Her head felt light and her body threatened to collapse but she held her ground leaning on the wall. Her heels were bruised badly from staggering on the rough floor and her ankles held red marks of the manacle.

 

Get up! Get the fuck up! She chastised herself.

 

" Walk." She croaked.

 

"Water." 

 

She needed to get out of that room. Calliah took a first step and second. She winced at the second step as her thighs connected and the burn from last night ached. She limped towards the door which stood ajar. As the first morning light hit her face, she closed her eyes. She hadn't realized she was in the cold room for so long.

 

It was beautiful.

 

Calliah was mesmerized by the beauty she was surrounded in-- even in her vulnerable state. There were tall trees everywhere except for a little space surrounding the cabin. The sun glinted from between the tall leaves. Birds chirped happily.

 

What is this place.

 

A gurgling sound could be heard and she wondered if it was a waterfall. Her eyes caught something else which made her immensely happy at that point.

 

A tap.

 

There was a tap. She made her way towards it and her heart pounded in her chest. What if there was no water in it?

 

But she neared it and was relieved when she saw a few drops hit the grassy floor.

 

Calliah drank until she was quenched. She cleaned herself next. There was a long red cut trailing her jawline, a burn in shape of an iron rod on her belly, bruises on her cheeks and chin, red marks on her wrists, ankles and heels. Also a burning trail ran across her upper inner thigh towards her lower region. It was not bad at all. 

 

Calliah knew and had witnessed, the kind of torture people