The Mafia Don's Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance by Rosa Milano

Author:Rosa Milano [Milano, Rosa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

Ellie

I don't know who I am anymore. I remember this one time a caterpillar decided to take up home in the corner of the prison yard. No one else had noticed it but me. I was sitting as far from the other inmates as I could get and it was crawling along like it was on a mission.

I sat watching as it climbed up the side of the wall until it got to the underside of a window ledge. Still no one else had seen it. It was just this black and white spiky furry thing and then it changed. I sat there and watched it make a chrysalis out of nowhere. It was like alchemy.

Every day during exercise time I thought someone would spot it and flick it away, snap it off and there would go the caterpillar.

I kept watching, trying to look like I wasn't looking. Then one day out of nowhere, it was gone. I never saw it emerge. I just saw the chrysalis peeled back, and I knew a butterfly had flown away, up out of the prison yard, disappearing to wherever it had to be.

I don't know what kind of butterfly it was but I do know it came into the prison a caterpillar crawling along the ground and it left flying on its own wings. I like to think it was beautiful but I'll never know.

I feel like the caterpillar must have felt inside the chrysalis. I'm trapped in this room. The windows are barred, and the door is locked. There doesn't even seem to be a lock on this side for me to pick. I'm guessing he's bolted it on the outside, knowing I'm bound to try and escape.

I wake up in the morning, and I don't know who I am. I don't know what I am. A caterpillar? A butterfly? A criminal? A kidnapping victim?

I sit up and I can still feel the sting from where the paddle hit me. What does it say about me that I felt like I deserved it? That I deserved the pain? That it felt good at the deepest level inside me? Christine used to hit me when I was little and she's drag out arguments for days. He paddled me and that was it. Punishment over. So different. So much better.

I can still tell where the plug was. I'll be feeling it all day. What does it mean that when he said he would fuck my ass, I wanted him to do it?

I need to get a hold of myself. I need to not fall for whatever black magic he's using on me. There's something about him that is like more like alcohol than drugs. Just being in his presence gets me hammered. I get drunk on him, on the way he speaks, the way he acts. Everything about him changes me. It's only when I'm alone that I get the hangover from it all.

He kissed me last night.

He thought I was asleep. I was listening to him read and trying to forget everything that had just happened.

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