The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina's POV

I could see stars dancing in my vision as I slowly slipped out of consciousness.

Just when I thought I was about to die, the inhaler was put into my mouth, someone pumping it hard.

I sucked in as hard as I could, feeling the burst of medicine rushito my lips.

My hands wrapped around the person's lips as though I was afraid that the inhaler would be taken away from me.

Relief came slowly, but the grip on my chest tightened just a bit and I let out a shaky breath.

coughed violently, my whole body shaking as I struggled to breathe properly again.

I needed to take it one more time. I needed to bring relief to my farming lungs.

The inhaler was pressed to my lips a second time, and I inhaled the medicine more deeply, feeling my lungs expand slightly, the world tilting back into focus.

I let out a breath of relief, letting go of the person I was holding

I thought I was going to die. My chest constricted with the realization that I was so close to dying and I clutched my clothes tightly.

I wasn't dead yet, so it was alright.

If I could somehow convince Phillip. If something was to happen to save me from all these. Then.....

I finally opened my eyes, and the first thing that came to sight was Phillip's face staring at me with a smug look on his face.

My eyes flickered between his hands, which held the inhaler, and his face.

He was the one who had given me the inhaler. But why? I thought he was going to let me die.

"You didn't think I'd let you do so easily, did you?" He asked, his lips pulling into a maniacal smile.

I would take you to a state so close to death and bring you back each time. I wasn't going to let you just die off easily. Katrina. Until you tell me what I needed to know," He was enjoying this too much and it made my blood boil.

Fuck you," I spat weakly, tears streaming down my face.

What did I do to deserve such treatment? It wasn't my fault I was in this house, it wasn't my fault Silas had forced me to get

arried to him. It wasn't my fault that Marcos was my father.

> why do I deserve such hatred directed at me? He couldn't even let me die peacefully and would rather see me eaths.

illip was a sadistic monster who took joy in seeing me in pain and I hated it

ated that I had to be in this position, hated that I was too weak

tated myself too.

elt myself go weaker with each passing second and I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I passed out.

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"Don't think I forgot about your torture, Katrina. You refuse to accept poisoning Silas, and I won't rest until you confess it, The promised, his eyes glistening evilly,

I didn't-" I slurred, too tired to make a proper sentence.

My vision blurred and I tried to fight to stay awake, but my body was shutting down slowly. Keeping my eyes seemed harder than it looked, and the darkness called me to come to it

I tried to keep my eyes open, but they kept dropping, words struggling to come out from my lips.

I was too tired to protest, too exhausted to say anything.

The whole place spun and the last thing I save was Phillip smiling at me before everything went black.

The pain was the first thing I felt when my eyes peeled open. My armis burned, and my shoulders felt like they were being rolled apart.

I tried to move but my body wouldn't respond the way I wanted.

Where was 1:

My head was hung low with my chin touching my chest, and it took A while for me to realize why.

I wasn't on the ground, I was hanging.

"Are you finally awake, Princess?" Phillip's mocking voice came from below me and I gasped, the confusion I had felt washing away

I was tied up, dangling in the middle of the room. I was suspended by chains that bit into my wrists and ankles, my arms stretched painfully above my head with my legs pulled apart in an imitation of a star.

This position left me completely exposed and vulnerable. The metal cuffs dug into my skin and sent jolts of pain with every slight movement I made, no matter how small it was.

"What is this Phillip?" I asked, ignoring the pain I was feeling.

I didn't know how long I had been hanging for, or how much longer Phillip had planned to keep me here, but my entire body screamed in protest to this.

It's exactly what it looks like. You have until a few seconds to start confessing before I decide to start, Phillip looked at me ike he was doing me a favor by giving me another chance to confess to a crime I didn't commit. But I knew better than that.

My breaths were shallow and ragged and the sharp pain in my ribs made it harder to take in enough air.

You've made this difficult, Katrina," Phillip's voice was smooth as he circled me, the sound of his boots tapping lightly gainst the floor.

gave you every chance to cooperate, and yet, here we are." He firted, shaking his head.

e looked as if doing this was you g to put him through pain but I knew he was going to enjoy every bit of what was to

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ad no idea what to expect and my heart beat wildly in fear.

illip stopped in front of me and I looked away, avoiding his gaze.

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"Don't think I forgot about your torture, Katrina. You refuse to accept poisoning Silas, and I won't rest until you confess it, he promisest, his eyes glistening evilly..

"But I didn't=" I slurred, too tired to make a proper sentence.

My vision blurred and I tried to fight to stay awake, but my body was shutting down slowly. Keeping my eyes seemed harder than it looked, and the darkness called me to come to it

I tried to keep my eyes open, but they kept dropping, words struggling to come out from my lips.

I was too tired to protest, too exhausted to say anything.

The whole place spun and the last thing I saw was Phillip smiling at me before everything went black.

The pain was the first thing I felt when my eyes peeled open. My arms burned, and my shoulders felt like they were being rolled apart

I tried to move but my body wouldn't respond the way I wanted to

Where was

My head was hung low with my chin touching my chest, and it took A while for me to realize why.

I wasn't on the ground, I was hanging.

"Are you finally awake. Princess?" Phillip's mocking voice came from below me and I gasped, the confusion I had felt washing away.

I was tied up, dangling in the middle of the room. I was suspended by chains that bit into my wrists and ankles, my arms stretched painfully above my head with my legs pulled apart in an imitation of a star.

This position left me completely exposed and vulnerable. The metal cuffs dug into my skin and sent jolts of pain with every slight movement. I made, no matter how small it was.

"What is this Phillip?" I asked, ignoring the pain I was feeling-

I didn't know how long I had been hanging for, or how much longer Phillip had planned to keep me here, but my entire body screamed in protest to this.

"It's exactly what it looks like. You have until a few seconds to start confessing before I decide to start, Phillip looked at me like he was doing me a favor by giving me another chance to confess to a crime I didn't commit. But I knew better than that.

My breaths were shallow and ragged and the sharp pain in my ribs made it harder to take in enough air.

"You've made this difficult, Katrina," Phillip's voice was smooth as he circled me, the sound of his boots tapping lightly against the floor.

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"I gave you every chance to cooperate, and yet, here we are" He arted, shaking his head.

He looked as if doing this was you g to put him through pain but I knew he was going to enjoy every bit of what was to

Come

I had no idea what to expect and my heart beat wildly in fear.

Phillip stopped in front of me and I looked away, avoiding his gaze.

"Thave plenty of ways to make you sing, Katrina. And Silas would be more than happy when he wakes up to find out about

When he wakes up! So that means Silas was still unconscious.

"You would regret this Phillip,' I gritted out, my ribs bursting to flakes with each word I said.

Phillip turned away briefly, walking over to the metal table that sat on the far side of the room

My heart pounded as he picked up a long, thin device, a baton with a crackling electric charge at the tip.

The faint blue ares of electricity flickered along its surface, sending small sparks into the air.

The sound of the electricity buzzing filled the room, and my bly instinctively recoiled, even though I had nowhere to go.

What was he planning on doing with that?

I knew the answer far too well and I fought the chains that held me.

It's useless to my give up, Phillip said as he stepped closer to me

Isn't this beautiful!" Phillip asked, looking at the baton crackling with electricity

1 shook my head as tears streamed down my face, silent cries escaping my lips.

I felt the first drop of sweat slide down my back as I watched him raise the baton, my breath catching in my throat.

No, no.

My mind raced, searching for a way out, any way out. But the chains held me firmly in place.

I was helpless, completely at his mercy with nowhere to go.

"Don't worry," he continued, his eyes glinting with sadistic amusement.

I'll start slow

The baton touched my side and the world exploded in pain.

I let out an ear piercing scream as my body spasmed uncontrollably.

It seemed as if my whole body was on fire, the pain searing through me as it threatened to tear me apart.

Phillip pulled the baton away, a sick twisted smile on his face as he stared at me.

1 slumped forward, my body going limp as I gasped for breath. Each inhale was a struggle as my whole body burnt.

"This is just a taste, Katrina. I wonder how much more you can take before you break," Phillip said, staring up at me.

I panted softly as I stared at me, sweat breaking on my body. My clothes were soaked with my sweat

Told you.

I didn't poison Silas," I said weakly, but I knew there was no chance for him to believe me.

He wanted me to be the culprit so it was easy for him to believe that

Pullip let me recover for a moment, but I knew it was only to prolong the torment

He wanted me to get myself and then he'd start the process all over again.

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My mind was a scrambled mess as it tried to steady itself, but the shock had left me disoriented, my vision blurring.

1 panted heavily, my limbs aching badly.

I tried to speak but no words left my lips. My body was trembling uncontrollably, sweat dripping down my face and stinging

Phillip raised the baton once more, this time, he pressed it against my thigh.

The pain was worse this time, more intense. As if the first was nothing more than a warm-up to get me ready

I screamed again, my voice hoarse with tears burning my eyes as thrashed against the chains.

My wrists and ankles ached from the force of my struggling, but the metal held me in place.

My vision flickered, and I could feel the blood pounding in my ears as Phillip pulled the baton away.

My body slumped forward and I was hanging by the chains, too weak to support myself..

"Please Stop, Leroaked, forcing out the words through my sore throat

I couldn't Like any more of this, one more time and I might die

"You could end this" Phillip said, circling me. "All you have to do is confess to poisoning Silas. It's not that hard is it?

My breaths were heavy as I forced out a no.

If I said I had poisoned him, I would be executed immediately, and that seemed to be what he wanted.

I didn't. I coughed out.

Phillip let out a sigh behind me, sounding disappointed.

""Sust yourself,

I don't want to do this, you know. But you left me with no other choice. It's your fault, Katrina,"

Without warning, the baton was pressed against my lower back.

This time the shock was longer.

My entire body seized up, muscles locking painfully as the current spread through me.

I screamed once more but the sound barely registered in my ears over the deafening sound of pain.

Was that me screaming? Or was it someone else?

Every inch of me was on fire, burning from the inside out and I felt like I was being torn apart.

The baton was finally lifted and 1 sagged in my chains. My body went limp as I barely held on to consciousness.

Tears streamed down my chest and I couldn't hold back the sol that wrecked my chest.

"Please... Just stop Please.. I begged Phillip once more, hoping that something, a more humane part of him would finally believe me.

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He lifted my chin with the top of the baton, staring straight at me with cold eyes.

"I'd stop when you give me the answers I want," he whispered, his voice cold.

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I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I could barely think lass the pain I was going through as my body screamed for it to stop.

"I didn't do it." I croaked, begging for him to believe me.

Why would I try to kill Silas and leave the evidence in my room? It was obvious that I was being framed.

But he wouldn't believe me.

They all hated me enough to commit a crime just to blame me.

Phillip's eyes hardened, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

"Wrong answer,"