Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 6

Present

The sound of the bedroom door opening pulls me out of my mind. There is no need for me to look up as I already know who is here.

Even if I didn't recognize the sound of his shoes as he walks toward me. I never could, but now I would know.

Not from the scent in the air of his cologne but from the evil aura of death that clings to him like a second shadow, a silent man, for a silent monster, the evilest of its kind.

“Already waiting for your punishment. Very good, but today I don't have time. I need to leave in ten minutes so let's make this quick, shall we, stand up and face the window.”

This is the Lucca I know, this is the man who married me by force with a gun to my head, who left me in a ditch naked so his men could rape me and torture me with fire and metal rods.

This is the man who lives in my hell. My very own demon.

Obedient, I do as he says.

I don't flinch as I once did when I hear him slide his belt out of the hoops of his pants.

My back does not arch as he grazes my spine with the buckle.

I shut my eyes, focus on the colors I see mixed between the blackness and open my mouth as the first lash of the buckle hits my shoulder.

This is my monster, my familiar evil.

He is the reason why I couldn't be the girl for Zero or any man.

Why I call myself Beggar.

Lucca Sanati is the reason why I chose the streets over my family,

Why I would never hold my daughter.

The buckle of the belt hits my shoulders, my spine, my hip bone, over and over again. It doesn't stop.

There is no words as he belts me.

I keep my silence in this empty room, but my mind is screaming. My body is howling for this to stop.

Saying that one gets used to this is a lie. No one gets accustomed to this type of torture, not even a filthy beggar like me.

We just learn to bury it deep within us, remember to breathe through it, and understand that it is what it is- A fucked up part of life.

The door bangs open again and I jerk from my thoughts ready to do damage to anyone who walks in. Only it is Magdelaine and her eyes are frantic as she rushes to me.

“You have to leave now Mia, Lucca has left with Marone, this is your chance, you won't get another one, please come.”

She starts pulling me up from my crumpled position. If I had some humanity left in me one could say she was a witness to my fall.

Magdelaine flinches, noticing the blood that drips on the floor in splatter. But I got to give her credit when she grips my upper arm and still helps me get up.

“Thank you,” I croak, even a filthy worthless beggar like me knows some manners.

My voice though, ain't going to get better than what it was this afternoon when I last spoke to her.

The steps I take are dodgy, my back throbs from the beating it took just a while ago like I have five different heartbeats at the same time.

I don't bath as I normally do after my whipping. Instead, I sit silently and allow Magdelaine to clean my wounds on my back with a face cloth.

The gray t-shirt and jeans are a mission to get on. My mind is blank in this damp scented bathroom. I can't think even if I wanted to.

My head feels empty.