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,”

were followed by hand movements as he reached for something in his

moment, the knife was pulled away from my arm and I let out a sigh of

long am I expected to keep going

father would-” I started, but his eyes immediately turned to me,

relationship with my father. So if I

scare him

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

way he would do it, would he? But as I stared into his eyes, I didn’t know what to

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the burn of the blade against my flesh came as a shock but I clenched my

silence as bravery,” Ethan mused, pulling the blade away. For a brief moment, I

pain, my neck straining as

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hot against my face. “With total control? I bet he does.

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

I spat, the defiance in my tone masking the

My scalp burned, but I bit my lip to stop a gasp from

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a small toolbox. My

the knife in his away and I watched as

between

hands on those then I was set. I wouldn’t care this time, I’d be ending his life with

about pain. It’s about breaking the mind. And you, Katrina,

toy he couldn’t wait to use. He crouched in

see how long you’ll last without screaming,” he murmured sliding

I tried to thrash around, but my movements

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

echoed through the