My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16: 16/Silk Shield

Chapter Sixteen:

Julie’s Point of View

I ran down that long hallway which, for some reason, refused to end.

I was running from Robert, from his room, from myself, and from my fears that had suddenly awakened to gnaw at my chest.

My feet were moving with a frantic speed, yet I felt as though I were still standing there, in the middle of his room, under the influence of the shock of his disgusting words that had planted terror in my depths.

Those words... how did he dare say them? I felt as though I were standing completely naked before him—not the nakedness of the body that I feared before the doctor, but the nakedness of the soul.

He reached out to the place I try hardest to forget and toyed with it with lethal coldness; he constantly reminds me that he bought me from my father to become a whore he rents out to men in his disgusting club.

My body collided with Olivia, who was standing in the hallway.

She stumbled back and looked at me with a shock tinged with curiosity mixed with jealousy, and said:

— ’Were you in Mr. Robert’s room?’

I was in no mood for another confrontation with Olivia; my pride had suffered enough from Robert.

I ignored her completely and dashed down the stairs at the speed of light, as if the demons of the earth were chasing me.

I headed to my room, which, in the intensity of my pain, felt better within its prison-like walls than his cursed room.

As soon as I entered, his pajamas slipped from my hand and fell to the floor like a lifeless corpse.

I threw myself onto the bed, burying my face in my pillow, trying to stifle my muffled screams.

At that moment, my imagination surrendered to the darkness; I imagined myself in full adornment, wearing that provocative performance outfit I had seen in my closet, standing behind the curtains waiting for a customer who had paid the price for his ’pleasure’ to enjoy my body for one night.

I imagined the scene repeating every night... strange faces, heavy breaths, and different men who see in me nothing but a violated body.

I felt nausea coursing through my veins, and my skin crawled at the mere thought.

Robert had injected this poison into my mind with mastery; he made me realize that my rebellion, my shouting, and even my singing would not change the fact that in his eyes and my father’s eyes, I am merely a ’deal’ waiting for delivery.

I gripped the pillow tightly as if trying to protect my body from those fantasies, and asked myself with bitterness: Will I be able to close my eyes tonight without seeing Robert’s face as he smiles coldly and says:

’Isn’t that so?’"

I stayed awake all night, fighting my thoughts and struggling to silence the echo of his words in my mind.

I had told him that I do not fear death; I claimed strength and indifference, while the truth is that death terrifies everyone, and I am one of them.

But I did not lie when I felt that the coldness of the grave is a thousand times more merciful than the heat of a stranger’s breath in his disgusting club.

Death is an end, but what Robert is planning is a torment that renews with every dawn.

What gnawed at my soul most now was that he had become the holder of the secret key to my fear; he had discovered my weakness, and this kind of man never leaves a weapon unused.

A bitter doubt haunted me that he would not grant me the luxury of time, nor would he wait for the wound marring my face to heal... for in his world, even ’damaged goods’ might find a buyer, or perhaps he would consider breaking my pride while I am at the peak of my weakness to be his greatest victory.

I rose from the bed with heavy but steady steps and went to the bathroom.

I stood before the mirror and saw my reflection; I looked like a complete vagrant, my eyes were withered, my hair was chaotic, and the bandage on my face reminded me of all yesterday’s breakages.

I looked directly into my own eyes and, in a whispering tone carrying a promise of revenge, I said to myself:

— "You cannot collapse, Julie... not now. You will fight until the last breath, and if you fail... then you must kill yourself, for that is thousands of times more merciful."

The decision was as clear as the sun, and this clarity granted me a strange strength.

I began stripping off my clothes stained with the remnants of yesterday and turned on the shower.

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