"Wake her." I heard a familiar voice in my sleep and slowly opened my eyes.
"Oh, she's awake." The voice said. I looked at Matteo as he stared at me.
He knelt in front of me, grabbing my hair back to view my face.
"I went out for a few minutes to get back, being told you beat one of my subjects. Where did you keep such strength?."
I didn't reply to him, the last time I did, I got a slap that made me forget my name. I was being careful now.
"But I must give it to you, looking at you I didn't know you were this feisty. Too bad, I could have kept you but I'm not going to leave you here alive."
He talks a lot, Matteo's words kept going just as it came, I wasn't listening to him.
"I haven't stated why you're here." He stood up.
"I hate to break it down that you're my half sister."
Okay, that was the only word he said that I heard.
What the fuck is he trying to say now?
Sometimes, I wonder if he's actually okay in the head. Considering that he was never serious, he laughed like a psychotic dick and leaves me completely bewildered.
"Are you listening?." I heard him ask me.
"Where were you?." I asked back.
I had taken him for a complete fool.
He got angry, so instead of hitting me as always, he began pulling off his suit. He handed it to a man beside him, I watched him start taking his white shirt off. Fear gripped me once again, is he trying to rape me himself?.
My eyes landed on his wrist, I saw that tattoo. My world instantly became silent, that tattoo, I had seen it on that murderer, the man who killed my mom.
I swallowed up the spit I didn't know I had, staring at his wrist.
"It was you who killed her. It was you." I yelled in his face.
"You killed my mother." I yelled again, tears starting to spill down from my face, how I could not find out so soon?. Seeing my mom's killer left me helpless, the man that I wanted to kill was in front of me and I couldn't do anything.
"How did you..ooh you saw me that day."
I stayed calm. There were many questions lurking in my head. All beginning with why?.
"Elisa was such a sweet soul. I'm doing this because you looked like her."
"Sorry, I look nothing like my mom." I countered.
He shook his head, "Physically you looked like her, I could have let her live but I was doing what my mother wished for in the grave. You see, Douglas isn't your real father, he's actually your step father. He married your mother and she became part of our mafia, but my father, your father wanted her." He laughs.
"He raped her until she became pregnant with you, you were the mistake that took your mom's life."
I didn't know how to bring everything together, the fact that he said Douglas wasn't my real dad which I didn't even doubt, because we had nothing in common, or the fact that the hell he referred as my father raped my mother into giving birth to me, or the fact that he was trying to say we share the same father.
Hahaha, he must be crazy, a very crazy man.
"You don't believe me?."
I laughed, "Obviously."
He turned around and left the room. I sat there, watching the men as they watched me.
It didn't take minutes before he walked back in with a large book. He threw it at my feet.
I pushed the book closer, opening it to see my mother. Those were her wedding photos, she looked so beautiful in her white sleeveless wedding dress. I turned to another page and saw my dad holding her, he looked so different, so happy.
Then standing beside him was a man, a replica of Matteo, just that he looked older. I looked up at him and then back at the photo, those familiar eyes, I had them too. I was so close to believing this man.
"The way he treated Elisa, he never did that to my mom."
I tried to laugh.
"Ofcourse she didn't got raped, did she?." I asked.
"Yes, She did, she was actually raped by his men. Even when she gave birth to me, he continued raping her, also asking his men to take turns with her. My dad called me a bastard, he said I was filthy, that I was a mistake."
"Now I see, you both have something in common. You asked your men to rape me."
He shook his head, "Yes. You'll suffer the fate my mom suffered, because you're the daughter of the woman he likes, you'll suffer. And don't worry, I killed that bastard, he paid for both the sin he committed against us."
I just stayed that way, wishing for death to finally visit me.
I don't want to face the same fate his mom faced. I do not want these std infected morons to have their turns with me.
"But because Zavi already killed 53 men of mine, I'll get him the benefit of watching. I'll make him see you get raped." He walked away without taking the picture.
***
Two women walked in after he left, both looked the same age, both blonde but not related. Their faces were unreadable, all humanity was stripped away from them.
They grabbed me and went into the bathroom, they threw me into the running shower, I yelped in pain as I felt the cold water splashed on my dirty wounded skin, the women pulled my clothes off my body and began scrubbing hard on my skin.
I cried, screamed at the pain I was getting as they continued, oblivious of how they touched my sore wounds.
They dragged me out of the bathroom naked and led me to a mirror. I was grateful there wasn't any man in the room, although there was no need. I was going to be raped.
I saw how horrible I looked in the mirror, my skin had gotten red, cheeks swollen and lips cut.
"Don't worry, we'll cover your bruises with makeup." One of them said,
I watched as they zipped up a red gown up my body, I didn't even care to ask them for any underwear.
The women began doing my makeup and hair, covering up every single mark, making me quite beautiful.
My hair was straightened, brushed free of tangles until they flew freely on my shoulder.
I turned around to see Matteo standing by the door with a glass of wine in his hand.
"Good, get her into the bedroom."
For the first time in many weeks, I left that room, they took me to a larger bedroom.
I watched two men on the other side, with a video camera. Matteo pushed me forward and asked me to lay on the bed.
I hesitated.
He walked toward me and slapped me hard.
"Lie now!." He ordered.
I do not take orders from anyone, I only let out a sob. That slap wasn't like anything to what I had been passing through.
He looked at his men and two grabbed me and held me down on the bed. I tried to fight it, but my strength was nowhere close to theirs.
I watched Matteo sit in front of me as he gave orders to the others.
One of them went on the bed, and crept towards me, the other one gripped my left breast and pressed it so hard that I screamed.
"That's it, are you getting this on the camera?." He asked the one with the video camera.
"Si." He nodded, laughing.
My gown was pulled up, my private part shown to them, the other robbed his hand on my lap to my clit.
"No. Don't…" I couldn't finish the word as a slap went across my face again.
Just when he was about to enter me, there was a hail of gunfire.