The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 29

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.

wasn't on the

Phillip's mocking voice came from below me and I gasped, the confusion I had felt washing

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

dug into my skin and sent jolts of pain with every slight movement I made, no matter

I asked, ignoring the pain

long I had been hanging for, or how much longer Phillip had planned to keep me here, but my

start, Phillip looked at me ike he was doing me a favor by giving me another

the sharp pain in my ribs made it harder to take

difficult, Katrina," Phillip's voice was smooth as he circled me, the sound of

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

pain but I knew he was

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idea what to expect and my heart beat wildly

front of me and

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torture, Katrina. You refuse to accept poisoning Silas, and I won't rest until you confess it, he promisest, his eyes glistening

I didn't=" I slurred, too tired to make a

slowly. Keeping my eyes seemed harder than it looked, and

to keep my eyes open, but they kept dropping, words struggling to come out from

to protest, too

saw was Phillip smiling at me

felt when my eyes peeled open.

but my body wouldn't respond

Where was

low with my chin touching my chest, and it took A while for me

on the

finally awake. Princess?" Phillip's mocking voice came from below me

my wrists and ankles, my arms

and sent jolts of pain with every slight movement. I made, no matter how

is this Phillip?" I asked, ignoring the

much longer Phillip had planned to keep me here,

like he was doing me

pain in my ribs made

this difficult, Katrina," Phillip's voice was smooth as he circled

1

gave you every chance to cooperate, and yet, here we

you g to put him through pain but I knew he was going to enjoy every

Come

what to expect and my heart beat

stopped in front of me and I looked away, avoiding

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plenty of ways to make you sing, Katrina. And Silas would be more than happy when

that means

this Phillip,' I gritted out, my ribs bursting

table that sat

picked up a long, thin device, a baton with a crackling electric charge

faint blue ares of electricity flickered along its

room, and my bly instinctively recoiled, even though I had nowhere to

was he planning on doing with

answer far too well and

my give up, Phillip said as he stepped closer

this beautiful!" Phillip asked, looking at

down my face,

down my back as I watched him raise the baton, my breath catching in

No, no.

raced, searching for a way out, any way

was helpless, completely at his mercy

he continued, his

I'll start slow

my side and

let out an ear piercing scream as

was on fire, the pain searing through me as it threatened to tear

baton away, a sick twisted smile on his face as he

as I gasped for breath. Each inhale was a struggle as my

Katrina. I wonder how much more you

softly as I stared at me, sweat breaking on my

Told you.