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 ground, I was

from below

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

into my skin and

Phillip?" I asked, ignoring the

didn't know how long I had been hanging for, or how much longer Phillip had planned

ike he was doing me a favor by giving me another chance to confess to a crime I didn't commit. But

sharp pain in my ribs made it harder to take in enough

circled

chance to cooperate, and yet, here

put him through pain but I knew he was going to enjoy every bit of what was

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idea what to expect and

of me and

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poisoning Silas, and I

too tired to make

and I tried to fight to stay awake, but my body was shutting down slowly. Keeping my eyes seemed harder than it

my eyes open, but they kept dropping, words struggling

tired to protest,

I saw was Phillip smiling at

I felt when my eyes peeled open. My arms burned, and my shoulders felt like they were being rolled

tried to move but my body wouldn't respond

Where was

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

on the ground, I was

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

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

vulnerable. The metal cuffs dug into my skin and sent jolts of pain with every slight movement. I made, no matter

Phillip?" I asked, ignoring the

Phillip

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

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

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

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cooperate, and yet, here we are" He arted,

g to put him through pain but I knew

Come

idea what to expect

stopped in front of me and I looked

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plenty of ways to make you sing, Katrina. And Silas would

So that means Silas

I gritted out, my

over to the metal table that sat on the far side of

heart pounded as he picked up a long, thin device, a baton with a

flickered along its surface, sending small sparks

electricity buzzing filled the room, and my

planning

well and I fought

up, Phillip

Phillip asked, looking at the

my head as tears streamed down my face, silent cries escaping my

my back as

No, no.

for a way out, any way out. But the chains held me firmly

was helpless, completely at his mercy

his

I'll start slow

side and the world

out an ear piercing scream

seemed as if my whole body was on fire, the pain

the baton away, a sick twisted smile on

my body going limp as I gasped for breath. Each inhale

taste, Katrina. I wonder how much more you can take before you break," Phillip said, staring up

panted softly as I stared at me, sweat breaking on my body. My

Told you.

Silas," I said weakly, but I knew there was no chance for him to