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.

the

from below me

the room. I was suspended by chains that bit into my wrists and ankles, my arms stretched painfully above my head with my legs

my skin and sent jolts

Phillip?" I asked, ignoring the

Phillip had planned to keep me here, but my entire body screamed in protest

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

in my ribs made it harder to take

made this difficult, Katrina," Phillip's voice was smooth as he circled me, the sound of his boots tapping

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

him through pain but I knew

5

to expect and my heart beat wildly in

and

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Silas, and I won't rest until you confess it, he

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

down slowly. Keeping

they kept dropping, words struggling to come

tired to protest,

spun and the last thing I saw was Phillip smiling at

eyes peeled open. My arms

my body wouldn't respond the

Where was

hung low with my chin touching my chest, and

wasn't on the

voice came from below me and I gasped, the confusion I

my wrists and ankles, my arms stretched painfully above my head with my legs pulled apart in an imitation of

skin and sent jolts of pain

I asked, ignoring the

much longer Phillip had planned to keep me here,

seconds to start confessing before I decide to start, Phillip looked at me like he was doing me a favor

pain in my ribs made it harder to take in

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

1

and yet, here

as if doing this was you g to put him through pain but I knew

Come

no idea what to expect and my heart beat

me and

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

So that

gritted out, my ribs bursting to

metal table

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

electricity flickered along its surface,

the electricity buzzing filled the room, and my bly instinctively recoiled, even though I

was he planning

far too well and I fought the chains that

give up, Phillip said as he stepped closer to

asked, looking

streamed down my face, silent cries escaping

sweat slide down my back as I watched him raise the baton, my breath

No, no.

way out. But the

at his mercy with

worry," he continued, his eyes glinting with sadistic

I'll start slow

my side and the

let out an ear piercing scream as my

as if my whole body was on fire, the pain searing through

pulled the baton away, a sick twisted smile

gasped for breath. Each inhale was a struggle

is just a taste, Katrina. I wonder how much more you can take before

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

Told you.

but I knew there