Chained By the Italian Mafioso

sked for

a family. My mother, my father, and me. The next, she was gone, and it was

, but when your father sinks to the depths, you learn to carry

ection seems almost foreign to me. A shadow of the girl I once was, a girl who had dreams of escaping this hellhole,

care about drea

er I have left-her taste in clothes. I've been trying to keep it together, trying to look

dy swaying. His eyes are bloodshot, his face pale. I ca

He's not asking for comfort, not asking for answers. H

His gambling debts are far

bills and threats from loan sharks is scattered

e mutters, more to

w you

ng on borrowed time. But I never imagined it would c

's not my father. I jump slightly

lls over me like a dark cloud, and my pulse skips

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Capi. The man my

- His voice is smooth, calculated, like

I stand up, my legs

ing anywhere

pping further

e cold, merciless. He looks at me like

he's already closing t

choice. Your father

om closing in on me, the suffocating reality of my situ

ce low and dangerous. -"It's the only way you'

of this nightmare. But I know I can't. I've seen what hap

my voice tremb

, his breath br

er owes me. And now

to hell. But there's something in his eyes-something cold and calc

says, his tone final. -"Wh

this. But I don't. I stay silent, my body frozen in p

over his shoulder. -"Th

he room feels heavy. I can

onger mine. It

d the emptiness he leaves in his wake seems to consume the air around me. The silence that follows is almost worse than his

spin around me, but I can't afford to break. Not now. I have to..

r like broken glass. I turn slowly to face him,

e's no longer the man I once knew. He's a hollow shell, a man who traded

ave a choice, daughter." - His voice falters. He won't look me in the eyes. He

. And what he's telling me is no longer a surprise. I knew this day would come. Since the moment

?" - My voice trembles, but I manage to ho

e pain he feels, but it's useless. Regret wi

you have no idea what you're facing, S

know what I'm facing. I know what y

s has finally broken him. But I'm beyond caring about his guilt.

Three sharp raps, rhythmic, almost like a warning.

my mind already knows what I have to do. There is no turning back. I'm no

're just doing their job. There's no kindness in them, only the coldness of those who are used to doing what

he taller one asks, hi

at to do. I just nod. My stomach is a tig

voice is softer, but the tone is still an

sation of being watched, controlled, intensifies with every step. I feel li

, only the execution of a command. The vehicle starts moving without a word, and as

n't want me, but will possess me regardless. I'm no lo

I get here? But the answers will never come. All I know now is th

heads toward darkness. And I... I am

te, like I'm entering a castle. A castle I would never have chosen to inhabit. The gate opens slo

f the guard at the door is cold, emotionles

now there is no tu