Chained By the Italian Mafioso

ythm of the house, to the silences that followed every command Máximo gave. He was a master of

couldn't help but wonder: How long before I stop fighting? How

my mind, like a slow poison that I couldn't escape.

like another step closer

t greeted me each morning. Sometimes, I wondered if the sun even existed anymo

where. Watching.

is office when I w

rating off the marble floors. Each step felt heavier than the last, as

before pushing it open. He was seated behind a massive desk, pap

e was calm, almost too calm, l

ing, my heart already

ce him, I saw his eyes o

it d

ap. The silence between us was thick, oppressive. He didn't speak right away, ju

ver, don't you?" - he said finally

yed here, the more I felt the walls closing in, the more

his voice hardening. - "But I'm running out of patie

o muster any defiance when his gaze was so overpowering,

," - I whispered, more

smile tugged at his lips. -

ver down my spine, but I

voice shaking, but I wasn't about to give up without

aced with something darker. - "Oh, I don't need

said that. It wasn't a threat-it was a promise.

ll beg for my approval. And when you do, I

el my breath catching in my throat. I couldn't let hi

, my voice low, steady, but a tremor

circled around the desk to stand beside me. His hand reached out, brushing the hair

you'll realize how much you ne

nd was already on my arm, holding me in

ar, his lips brushing against my skin. -

couldn't. My body betrayed me again, trembling under h

my voice breaking, but it was too w

almost amused. - "You'll beg

ing. Every second felt like an eternity, the walls clo

ady breaking. Slowly. An

for a moment, but then h

ssive. I didn't know if it was a punishment or just his way of

ady, but I didn't look back as I

ilence of the house remained. The air felt thick with everything left unsaid,

dn't e

.

chest, my breath shallow. The door behind me slammed shut, and the soun

ike it brought me closer to the edge, closer to

But the worst part wasn't the fear. It wa

t that I could

They weren't physical. They were psychological. And they were starting to pile up,

s a strange comfort. At least it was mine, in some twisted way. But even that small sense of control felt like

breathing. My fingers dug into the blankets

ords he had whispered in my ear

ng day, it became harder to remind myself that I wasn't his. Tha

d them as if the act of holding myself would somehow

r, slow, deliberate. My pulse quickened, and

xi

cknowledge him before step

isobedience. His gaze was cold, unreadable, but I could

m, pretend he wasn't there. But I kn

oward me, his steps deliberate, predatory. - "You think you have

nstead, I focused on the bed, the way the covers lay there in

fingers gently tilting my chin up to force me to face him. - "You thin

n as he leaned in, his lips

t, no matter how much you push back, you'll never be fre

r into my chest. But I refused to let him see how muc

" - I whispered, my voice barely audi

cruel smile that ma

was soft, almost coaxing

ng the curve of my cheek. I tried to pull away, b

if he were disappointed. - "But that's what mak

t a shiver run down my spine. I wanted to scream. To las

re. I had to

ath and finally lo

I said, my voice trembling but res

his eyes unreadable, and then he st

rous, but it was also laced with somethin

lence of the room, the weight of his prese

an eternity, my heart still rac

ry ounce of strength I had left. But deep down, I k

I was being broken by him... or by my own fea