#15

MEDDIE’S POV

‘Fuck I’m gonna die!’

“Fucking leave me Damiano!” I gasp.

“Igor is leaving for Russia right now. We are gonna go down there and give him a farewell. You are going to fucking behave or I will have your family beaten to a pulp and broadcast it live in front of your eyes.” He paused.

“You understand me?”

I claw at his hand. ‘He’s fucking bruising my neck.’

“Fucking fuck yourself you cunt.” I scream.

“Do. You. Understand. What. I. Fucking. Said?” He pronounces each word while squeezing my neck harder and harder against the wall.

“Yes.” I gasp out barely.

..........

I was having dinner with Fia. She didn’t leave with that Igor ‘The Bastard’. She made delicious spaghetti, meatless for me of course. “So Fia you never finished telling me what made you enter a loveless arranged marriage with that dunce.” I stated.

“How did you-“

“Know about your arranged marriage?” I finished.

“Yes.”

“Well I assumed seeing as that monkey’s asshole doesn’t deserve the beauty that you are.”

She smiled her sweet smile. “The Russians and Italians have been fighting over power for a long time now. My marriage to Igor was a way to stop the bloodshed on both sides. My family is the sovrano dominante. All the regional bosses used to report to my padre. Now they report to mio figlio. Igor’s family has the same position and power in Russia. Our marriage and the child resulting from the union were seen as the solution to stop both sides from killing endlessly. Now Damiano is the capo di tutti in Italy and his older brother Nikolai is the same in Russia.” (Dominating ruler. Father. My son. Boss of all bosses.)

“That bandar has a sibling?” I ask. “Siblings. He has an older brother and older sister. Twins.” She replied. (Monkey.)

“Divulging family secrets already Fia?” Interrupted the bandar. (Monkey.)

“Ek bandar gaya aur dusra haazir. Hello.” I gave him a sweet smile. Fia snickered beside me, knowing I just insulted her nitwit son. (One monkey goes, another arrives.)

“What did you say you beggar?”

‘That’s a new voice.’

“Bas yahi sunna to bacha tha.” I sigh. “What?” She screeched again. (This is all that was left to hear.)

“Oh god! Stop your bleating. Bhenchod!” I turn to face Damiano. “Are you actually capable enough to lead anything? Fucking fuck this is such a cliché. Who is she? Your fuck buddy? And you-“ I point to the standing goat, “-you think you’re his girlfriend and that you’ll marry him. But that I ‘stole’ him from you so now you come here to stake your ‘claim’ on him and ‘get me out of the way’.” (Sisterfucker.)

I stop ranting but everyone’s already looking at me. “How dare you talk to me like that? Damiano baby did you hear what she said? Do something baby! You cannot let her go unpunished for talking like that to me, your regina!” the goat bleats yet again. (Queen.)

“Oh look a delusional bitch.” Just as I finish, Damiano is squeezing my already bruised neck again, my head banging on the wall. My hands automatically going to his.

“You have been challenging my authority from the beginning. It’s time I put you in your place. Everyone out. I need to teach my wife a lesson.”

“Damiano-“

“Get out Fia. You too Vittoria.” He seethed.

“Now what should I do with you tesoro? Hmm? Tell me. How should I treat you? You won’t do your duties as my wife. You won’t respect me.” Pause. I turn my head to the side. “Tell me.” He forces me head back to look at him. (Dear.)

“You tell me Damiano what I should do? I am 21 years old, married against my will to a mafia boss. I’ve spent the last 3 years of my life worrying about my future, dreading everyday until I would have to enter a forced marriage and what it would look like. I have no idea what I’m doing in a foreign country, living in a house with strangers, living a life I didn’t want. You know the funny thing? I’ll tell you. I can’t even talk to my family or friends normally. Because all they see when they talk to me is a damsel in distress, in need of being rescued from a criminal family. But they can’t even do that. Can they Damiano? So tell me Damiano, what should I be doing according to you?”

I pause. Looking at his face for some expression. Nothing. As expected. They really know how to teach children from the beginning to not show any kind of emotions. He looked into my eyes for a few seconds then left the room.

I fell to the floor. Crying. What’s new nowadays anyway? The river has been the only constant.

He returned a few minutes later with something in his hands and Leo behind him. The same guy who was with him all along from the duration of my captivity in the USA to being present in my ‘marriage’. The bitch who threatened Stuti multiple times.

Damiano clicked his fingers. And like the perfect pet he is, Leo moved towards me. He stood behind me.

“What are you trying to do now you fucking bitch?” I steady my eyes on Damiano. Angrily dashing the tears from my eyes.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson. You don’t respect anyone. You speak in an unladylike manner. You cuss all the time. You don’t follow any rules. You act like a rampant pet.” Pause. “So I’ll treat you like one.”

He brings forth a collar in his hands. “You can’t be serious Damiano. You can’t do this. You’ve already taken me from everything I ever knew. You can’t possibly be so low as to treat me like a dog now.” I’m truly disturbed with the way he thinks.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you behave exactly how I want you to. This is a very special kind of collar. Every time you swear, every time you say no to me, every time you disrespect me, every time you disrespect anyone, if you try to step out of this house, every time you displease me, it will send small bursts of electrical shocks through your system.”

“Don’t do this Damiano. Stop. Please. I’ll do what you say.”

“Too late.” He gives me a nasty smirk. Just as he finishes saying this Leo holds both my arms behind me in a tight grip. Leaving no wiggle room for me.

“No don’t come near me Damiano.” I throw my legs out to kick him. Trying to keep him away from me.

“Leo.”

Leo places my body against the wall. Still holding my arms in a vice like grip. He parted my legs with his knee inbetween so I can’t move my legs. Being the Hulk that he is, this paralyses my whole body from making any sort of movement. Giving Damiano the perfect opportunity to place the wretched collar on my neck.

Just as the collar is secured on my neck, I feel a shock in my body. “Oh, did I tell you?” Damiano pauses, putting his finger on his lips. Dramatic as ever. He waves his hand, dismissing Leo and grabs my chin bringing my face closer to his, our lips only a breath apart.

“This collar also has a manual mode. This was only a demo of what’s to come my dearest Meddie.”