The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 112

Katrina’s POV

“Ethan? What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes on the blade. My heart thumped fast in my chest, goosebumps filling my body.

He was doing the same things Silas had done to me, but while one was meant to please me, the other brought pain.

“Isn’t it obvious what I’m doing?” Ethan’s grin widened as he pressed the knife harder against my arm, the sharp tip threatening to pierce my skin.

I bit the bottom of my lip, trying to force myself from groaning in pain.

I didn’t know how far Ethan was willing to go to get what he wanted. I didn’t know if he would actually hurt me badly, but I hoped Silas stopped doing whatever it was he was doing and tried to save me.

Or what if I tried to save myself? I’m not some damsel in distress that needs saving.

“Come on Katrina. I want to see you scream in pain. I want you to beg me while knowing I wouldn’t give you any chance of mercy,”

Ethan pressed the knife tip deeper into my skin, blood trickling down my arm.

I clenched my teeth, my eyes squeezing shut. But yet, I didn’t make a sound of pain.

“Still going to play tough, Katrina?” he asked, his voice almost casual, as though this were some twisted game.

Maybe to him, it was a game because he seemed to be having fun. A game to find out just how much pain Katrina could take.

But why was it always me? Why not someone else? Heck, why not Silas‘ betrothed?

I’m certain Silas would show much reaction if she was the one who was kidnapped.

“Katrina… You’re making this boring,” Ethan drawled out my name, his eyes falling on mine like he was actually bored.

“If you need entertainment, why don’t you go to a playground?” I spat out.

I was getting tired of being the subject of torture.

“That’s because I want you

Katrina,”

movements as he reached

from my arm and I let out a sigh of

expected to keep

I started, but his eyes

he would possibly know about my current relationship with

scare him

you actually threatening me, Katrina?” Ethan mused like it was the most hilarious

he would do it, would he? But as I stared into his

Marcos didn’t give two shits about me, then maybe I was

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to let him see any flicker of fear. But the burn of the blade against my

blade away. For a brief moment, I felt relief–until he grabbed a

my neck straining as he forced me to

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taunted, his breath hot against my face. “With total control? I bet he

wave of shame through me, and I have never felt so

you, Ethan,” I spat, the defiance in my tone masking

he sneered, shoving my head forward. My scalp burned, but I bit my lip to

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turned away briefly, rummaging through a small toolbox. My stomach twisted at the sound of metal

and I watched as it

between

was set. I wouldn’t care this time, I’d be ending his life

started, pulling out a pair of pliers, “torture isn’t just about pain. It’s about breaking the mind. And

toy he couldn’t wait to use. He crouched in front of me,

you’ll last without screaming,” he murmured sliding the pliers over

dare,” I snarled, my voice trembling now. I tried to thrash around, but my movements were doing

tightening the grip on the pliers. I braced myself, my teeth clenched so hard I thought

echoed through