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,”

by hand movements as

knife was pulled away from

I expected to keep going through

father would-” I started, but his

relationship with my

scare him

actually threatening me, Katrina?” Ethan mused like it was the most hilarious thing he had ever

it, would he? But as I stared into his eyes, I didn’t

knew that Marcos didn’t give two shits about

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of the blade against my flesh came as a shock but I clenched my fists behind my back,

Ethan mused, pulling the blade away. For a brief moment, I felt relief–until he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my

straining as he forced me to meet his

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breath hot against my face. “With total control? I bet he does. You’ve always been drawn to power, haven’t

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

I spat, the defiance in my

head forward. My scalp burned, but I bit my lip

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rummaging through a small toolbox. My stomach twisted at the sound

and I

eyes darted between Ethan

could get my hands on those then I was set. I wouldn’t care

he started, pulling out a pair of pliers, “torture isn’t just about pain. It’s about breaking the mind. And you, Katrina, seem to have

pliers like a toy he couldn’t wait to use. He crouched

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

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

only smiled, tightening the grip on the pliers. I braced myself, my teeth clenched so hard I thought they’d crack. The pressure on my finger grew unbearable, and

bang echoed through the