Blame it on the shame Part 2

Chapter 32 (Lou-Lou)

 

The room is spi

The table I'm bent over rattles with his next punch and the room spins once more.

I cough up blood and it begins to pool in front of me, growing bigger until it spills over the table and onto the gray floor of the basement. DeLuca presses my head into the table until I begin choking on my own blood.

Then he rams into me again and I cry out in agony. It hurts so much, I'm certain he's going to split me right in two.

"You." Thrust. "Better." Thrust. "Get." Thrust. "Pregnant." Thrust. "Cunt."

He slams into me one final time. "Or I will fucking kill you." He yanks my hair, forcing my head to the side to look at him. "Understood?"

When I don't answer him, the man holding my arms drops them and moves to the side.

DeLuca flips me over and slams me down on the hard surface. He delivers another punch to my face and I can hear the blood gurgling in my mouth.

Somewhere behind me, I hear Marlene screaming. She's pleading for him to stop.

To my surprise he does, but only so he can reach for his gun and point it at her. "Shut the fuck up." He pulls the trigger and I hear Marlene yelp. "If you want this to stop then track down that fucking witch."

"I've been trying to," she says through sobs.

"I was promised it would work." He smacks my cheek with the gun. "The only way it wouldn't have is if you lied about actually loving me."

I stay silent and continue accepting my punishment. I'd rather die than ever tell him I love him again.

Both of his hands wrap around my throat and he begins strangling me. The blood on the table is causing me to slide with his movements.

"I should have known better, because little whores like you don't know how to love."

I want to tell him that if little whores like me don't know how to love, then evil men like him can't either, but he begins cutting off my air supply.

"That's what you want, Bambina?" he asks, finally releasing his grip. He sniffs and takes a step back. "You want to be a little whore instead of my wife?"

For the first time since this whole ordeal started, the tremors begin because I know something awful is going to happen.

"Fine," he continues when I don't answer. "I'll treat you like the whore you are then."

I don't know what he has pla

He pulls out his phone and flips me back over the table so I'm laying on my stomach again.

"Get down here," I hear him shout. "All of you."

I feel myself drift in and out of consciousness briefly before I hear multiple footsteps coming down the spiral staircase.

Due to the angle and the discomfort I'm in, I'm unable to tilt my head to see what's going on.

"Line up," Deluca barks as I hear him tossing something to them.

My eyes co

"Fuck her," DeLuca orders as Marlene screams again.

I feel someone's presence in the back of me then but it's not DeLuca because he moves around the table and squats down so he's directly facing me.

Then he undoes his belt and fastens my hands together, his gaze never leaving mine.

"I want you to remember this moment forever, Bambina," he declares. "I warned you if you crossed me I'd do something much worse than him."

He leans over my ear, "And this is only the first part." He laughs low and sinister. "I still owe you a heart."

"You can't," I choke out. It's the first time I've spoken since it's started. "I'm still not pregnant, remember? The council will be even more pissed at you for killing the next in line."

He glares at me and I give him an evil smile of my own. His retort is to smash my head face down against the table again. This time, I feel what must be my nose break right before more blood gushes out and spills onto the floor.

I begin dry heaving the second I feel someone's presence directly in back of me.

DeLuca lights a cigar and a smile stretches across his lips. He's still kneeling in front of me, his eyes cutting into me—making sure I have no choice but to look at him while he orders his men to do this to me.

I hear the sound of a buckle being undone and feel the tip of some unknown man begin to enter me.

I cast another glance at DeLuca, silently begging him to stop this from happening. When he only continues to smile...my desperation outweighs my strong will and I falter. 'Please," I beg. "Please make him stop, Bruno."

And that's when the tears begin falling. Because yet again...I can't help but rely on him to be my savior.

Suddenly, DeLuca makes a face and his eyes darken. Then he points his gun at the man.

Marlene's screams are almost as loud as the sound of the gunshot going off.

I wince when what feels like 200lbs falls on top of me before DeLuca yanks the body off and I hear a thud hit the floor.

He points his gun at whoever is still standing behind me. "Let this be a warning," he says. "Her pussy belongs to me. No matter how much this little whore tempts you. If any of you touch what's mine, you die."

"Now get out!" DeLuca shouts, firing his gun twice more into the ceiling. "All of you!" I hear the footsteps of the men scattering up the stairs, including Marlene.

DeLuca walks behind me and I freeze on instinct. I hear the sound of him lowering his zipper and I cringe.

"You're just like her," he screams as he enters me. "You deceived me just like she did. Only worse." I feel something wet hit my back. "This is all your fault."

Maybe this is my karma, I realize. My karma for choosing Ricardo instead of my baby.

I deserve this, I think as he continues thrusting into me, his screams never letting up.

I deserve this, I think as his gun enters my other entrance and unbearable, burning, pain slices through me.

This is it, I think. This is when he finally kills me.

He thrusts the gun into my sphincter again and I feel blood trickle down my legs. My ears ring and the room whirls around me. My breath leaves my lungs and I welcome what's about to happen.

I want to be free. I wish over and over again.

But then it occurs to me.

Death is a freedom I don't deserve.

Not anymore.

Because it is all my fault.

 

"What have you done!" a woman's voice screams. Followed by Marlene's voice, "I found her."

I try to open my eyes but it feels like bricks are weighing them down.

A shiver runs through me and it triggers an enormous painful sensation throughout my entire body.

"You said it would work," DeLuca's gritty voice answers. I soon hear the sound of someone choking before he sneers, "Mark my words, I will end you. Just like I did to the other members of your family, witch."

Now it makes sense why she hates him so much.

"I told you not to hurt her," what I can only now assume to be the witch says. "You can't harm her or it will not work."

I hear the sound of a fist hitting flesh before DeLuca screams, "It didn't work anyway!" I hear the sound of a glass crashing to the floor. "Because she lied."