“A reason is given you to discern good from evil” - Dante

Giulia De Angelis

It shouldn't hurt, but it hurt every cell in his body the fury, the pain in his dark eyes and the way he pronounced my full name with disgust, somehow he just knows something is wrong and tried to pull the truth out.
But the truth is that the only culprit here is me, a factory defect causing problems since forever, I would like to apologize, but my choice has always been them. Even with the friction between our bodies and the memories of his desire, affection and concern for my pleasure trying to destroy this bubble is no stronger than family and this is my family.
The lie between us created a wall all night, none of the ten songs we danced to were able to break it, none of us was willing enough to break through the obstacle, in case he pretended to believe in me and I continued to act like one. lying bitch. I get out of the car with my head down, knowing the flaws, maybe I was stupid for imagining it would be worth it, but at what price?
We go through the heavy wooden doors announcing the horror show and walk towards the office listening to the footsteps behind us. It's all so fast and Giovanni and Vincenzo's anger is so great that they just grab the bottle with the white candy that helps a lot at these times by throwing it into the fireplace. A clear warning of pain, the inevitable pain that becomes painful despair as Vincenzo walks towards the trapdoor, I feel my chest heaving rushing towards him receiving a cracking, hard slap feeling my head spin my cheeks burn against Giovanni's stern gaze .
All because of me
I feel the tears falling like a waterfall mutilating all the scars in my soul when the blue eyes appear with the skin too pale due to lack of sun, the bones protruding from the lack of nutrition and the thin lips cracked by the lack of water.
my greatest love
my biggest pain
my biggest sin
NO, please Fratello, leave a. She's ours please.
The women, so identical to mine, open a sneer, silencing their voices out of fear, closing the steps between us, undoing the hairstyle done hours ago, quick hands pulling a knife to cut the dress, exposing my body to the child there, silent, silently following everything with attentive eyes being guided by Vincenzo who takes her to the sofa and sits with her on his lap.
I should have thought of her earlier. - The voice against my skin ripped any part of hope, he knew.
Somehow I was unable to look away from Giacomo, his hand firm against my waist and our eyes in silent discussion in that long dance and now the only innocent being will pay for the mother's sins. I lowered my head without the strength to destroy her innocence, being unable to deny what I was born to do, that's the way things are and that's my burden for being born a woman, for having enjoyed giving my body to Giacomo.
His hands lifted my head to watch our girl as I was pushed onto the marble table placed there just for my punishments, the ropes being tied to my wrists against my ankles causing the toe of the heel to hit my ass beginning the torment of discomfort. slow and steady.
No lube, not ready, I couldn't contain the scream as the flesh was forced to give way so brutally.
Who do you belong to Giulia?
His hand pulled me by the hair lifting my face to the watering eyes of the child with her legs apart under her uncle's lap, taking off her frayed blouse.
Yours, only Yours, don't leave Giovanni, she's too young please.- I pleaded once more with a choked voice.
I will not wrong her like I wronged you you whore, if I had put you in line at her age I would not have let that shit touch the body that belongs to me.
The deep voice with the heavy breathing to my ear sinking everything to hurt more was firm.
Didn't you think of her, Sorella, didn't you think of our bambina? Didn't you think about me, you bitch?
I was unable to respond as the sobs escaping in a steady stream filled the room staring down at the thin, naked body.
You sinful whore, you tried your own brothers until you conquered what you wanted and now you condemned your own daughter.
Vincenzo's words trampled on the shards that remained of what was once my heart.
I felt his penis sinking until he reached pleasure
I felt the belt snapping through the flesh
I felt the pain of the bites
felt everything
But nothing will ever overcome the pain of seeing the baby I'll see inside me being touched in a rotten way by the uncle sticking his fingers through her intimacy causing her to cry it was inevitable to hold back the bile, the vomit came hot gushing out like a poison.
They laughed like it was just a joke taking the innocent being back to his prison and with just a few words throwing me into the fires of hell.
Vincenzo came back taking his time licking his fingers causing another wave of vomiting, the liquid oozing out of my mouth and dripping onto the table, no air, no hope, no light, the pain stopped for a moment and I finally noticed the two of them looking at me I noticed the conversation silent and understood that there would be no forgiveness, not tonight.
Vincenzo took off his clothes, turning around when he penetrated with force I screamed hoarsely with my throat scratching, Giovanni approached like a jaguar stalking its prey being careful not to step on the vomit, he pulled my hair forcing me to stare, bringing his hand to the hard flesh moving, roaring my name in ecstasy I realized the size of the dirt in the soul, with its liquid running down the face giving the clear message.
I belong to them
I owe them my life
It took me a while to return to orbit prevented from being trapped in my thoughts by the lack of candy, the shrill sound of the cell phone started, Vincenzo stopped and I did my best to keep my head up. It was so fast that I didn't hear it, I sighed thinking I had managed to escape until the sound of the door slamming and being locked again to the beating of my heart.
You know, Sorella, I can't believe Giacomo didn't fuck you like the whore you are.
Vincenzo…
Without strength, I let go of his hand in a whisper, preventing my speech by sticking his fingers in my mouth.
Shut up bitch, when that enforcer started sending roses I convinced Giovanni to have another bambino, one of mine this time.
I lost my breath struggling, his fingers turned into tweezers holding his tongue tightly penetrating the aching flesh.
On your last visit for your shot last month our doctor sped things up a bit by giving you a shot of hormones. - I couldn't hold back the tears with his voice so close to my skin the urge to vomit once again winning. - Sorella, it's good that this time there's a boy, because unlike Giovanni, I don't want another whore in this house and I pray that she doesn't have the slightest chance of being Giacomo's son...
The threat was what was missing, I vomited once more what was left in my stomach, dripping through his fingers, he pulled his hand, taking my hair dirty and pushing my face against the dirty liquid, I felt the tears flowing, the bile corroding even without having nothing else to put out.
That's where you deserve to be, dirty as a whore and stinking like the garbage you are.
I couldn't say anything against it or even think it when I just felt it, its thrusts with force marking the skin more and more.
mentally counting
the first enjoyment
The second cum when you screamed
The third pleasure of rubbing my hair in the dirt
He left leaving me tied up, sore and dirty, I felt when he came back a while later the smell of alcohol in the air mixed with something different.
i wish i was unconscious
I wanted that candy
I wish I had died in their place
Is there any difference between the hell I live or what would be condemned after death?
I felt the gaze burning my skin like acid, I managed to fix our gazes without taking my face off the dirty marble in fear of another dose of humiliation, for the first time in my life I was lucid enough to see with all clarity the hatred reflected by the intense glow of the blue eyes .
And contrary to everything I've experienced and been taught for the last fifteen years, I prayed, I prayed for anyone who is capable of attending to conceive Giacomo's child. Between choosing the demons, I prefer the one who looks at me with affection, as if reading my thoughts, his face has transformed once more.
Mentally thanking him for having enjoyed the first attack, I waited for the beating of frustration and thanked him once again listening to the sound of the cell phone ringing.
With no strength to move I just closed my eyes choosing the easy way out like the great coward I'm holding my breath being finally embraced by darkness.