Chapter 5

Anastasia luckily sneaked out of her room without anyone seeing her. She quickly, in a fast pace walked to the garden side where Pablo had requested they would meet.

She stood at a place while her eyes searched around the garden for him. " I'm right behind you." She shivered. " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

She chuckled. "It's nothing."

" Never thought you'd show up." He said.

Yeah, neither did she. Micheal has made it a compulsory attitude that she must not leave the basement for any reason. And she was ready to bare whatever punishment he was going to give to her as far as he didn't stop her from seeing Pablo.

" You know, your brother never lets me leave the basement. I'm pretty sure he's gonna have me dead if he finds out I'm not in my room."

" It's okay if he finds out, I'll handle it."

" He's never gonna listen to you. He thinks we have something in common."

" He does? "

" I'm not sure. Just that, on the night you return, you held my hand. So he came to my room and he had to question me why I had to look at you. He thinks I was having feelings for you already."

Pablo laughed. " Seriously? He asked you that? " He continued laughing. " I'm sorry, this is funny." He stops laughing. " Well, I won't blame him, he is only trying to protect his slave."

" That's not protection, that's torture. I know my father made a big mistake, and I know he deserves what he got from your father but, I don't deserve any of this. I don't even know my father made a bargain with your father. And now, I'm serving the consequences of my father's mistake. And that day, your brother chose to torture me and two days ago, he raped me. He broke me, he took away my pride, my dignity. So, I don't see any of these as protection, it's a life no one wants to live."

Pablo listened. He could feel the pains in her voice.

" You're different from the others. Since I knew you, you've been kind to me. No one has ever smiled at me, or look me in the eyes and have a nice chat with me. But you did, not just now, other times."

" I'm not so gentle as you think." He said.

" It doesn't matter. You have been, and you are still gentle and kind to me. And I appreciate it."

He nods his head, returning the smile. " I'm happy. I'm happy that you're happy and that you are really an obedient girl." Anastasia looked confused. He rested his both hands on her shoulders, "When I say obedient, I meant you're really good at following rules. I remember telling you that you should maintain eye contact with me while I am talking and you're doing it. I'm impressed."

" I. . . I'm not so good at maintaining eye contacts especially with men. I barely even look at them for a minute."

" So, why haven't you taken your eyes off me since we came here? " He asked.

Have she been staring at him this long? Oh no, he just caught her, didn't he?

She tries to look away but he held her chin, that she was staring at him again. " Don't even dare look away from me."

And the atmosphere wasn't helping matters at the moment as cold breeze blew to their direction, causing goosebumps on her skin. She could feel ice escalate in her vain, but where exactly was the ice feeling coming from?

He was staring into her eyes, so deep into her soul and if it were possible, he would see every organs of her body just by his mere gaze. Anastasia felt an electric spark ignite in her blood, sending sweet sensations into her soul.

The way he was looking at her made her feel heaven at her door step, and she wouldn't want to go without embracing it. Her hormones were rising, trying to take dominion over her soul and body. She wants to pull away from him, and avoid getting disgraced by her emotions.

But his touch on her skin made her still, like she wasn't in control of herself anymore. Like there was something wedging her back from leaving against her will.

Slowly, his face leaned close to hers and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. He was so close to her that their nose made contact, waiting for the final judgement to be passed down.

He grabbed her lower lips, and softly he kissed on it. Hungrily but passionately, and she didn't hesitate. She kissed him back.

He held her cheek and the other hand traveled down to her slim waist, pulling her more close to himself like he was scared she'd pull away. Anastasia spread her arms around his neck, that she pulled his face to hers as if she wasn't getting enough of the kiss. His kiss.

After what took like minutes, they broke free from each other's lips, gasping heavily with their forehead on each other. " You're a good kisser." He admits.

" And you're my first kiss."

Pablo was surprised. She has never kissed a man before? Not even with Micheal who had raped her?

" Are you fucking serious?" He asked.

" My dad hates to see me with a guy. He even had someone spying on me whenever I go to school. And yes, Micheal never kissed me, he only fucked me forcefully."

Pablo smiled. " Seriously? You're a badass at this."

" Maybe I should thank you. You just taught me how to kiss." They laughed. Pablo again, grabbed her lips, but this time he hungrily kissed her non-stop.

But there was someone watching from behind. His name is Scar, Micheal's best friend. Micheal had ordered him to keep an eye on Anastasia, especially at night.

He wasn't just watching, he was likewise video recording them in the act. Quietly he sneaked away to Micheal's room. He offered a knock on the door. "Mic, it's me, Scar. I have something you might want to see."

Micheal opened the door, his eyes looked dull and heavy like he was halfway to a deep sleep. " You just interrupted me from the best dream ever, Scar." He said, dragging the last few words.

" Well, I think what I am about to tell or show you is much more important than that very sweet dreams of yours, Micheal." He said, stressing on his name.

" Fine, just say it, okay. I wanna sleep." He opens the door for him to enter.

" What I am about to say is concerning your brother, Pablo and your sweet doll, Anastasia."

" What about them?" He asked nonchalantly.

" Now here comes the part where you have to see for yourself." He takes out his phone from his back pocket. He click on the video and it started playing. He gave it to Micheal who picks interest at watching it.

Micheal's face turned red. His grip on the phone became tight, and if not taken away he is likely to destroy it at the moment.

The way they kissed each other pained him. The way Pablo's hands held her waist, The way she was holding him, and the way their lips tangled in each other's. . . that was damn hot for him to bear.

He gave Scar his phone, taking in a deep breath. "Are they still at the garden?" He asked, a hint of anger sounded in his voice.

" Yes."

" Still kissing? "

" Possibly."

" Let them have their fun, I'll handle this tomorrow. You should get some sleep too."

His eyes turned red, he felt like storming out of the room down to the garden and have the both of them crumbled to death. And most especially, he was gonna make sure Anastasia taste hell for this.

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Anastasia couldn't sleep because of the excess happiness which burnt in her inside. And she couldn't take off the thought of what happened last night.

Each seconds felt like hours to her. The way he kissed her, the way he was holding her so tight to himself, those sweet words he had spoken to her, it felt so real.

She was still in thought when the door banged open. Michael stormed in, dragging her by her hair out of the basement.

" Argh! Let go, you're hurting me! Let me go!"

Anastasia was crying, but her tears went in deaf ears. He wasn't gonna listen to whatever excuse she was gonna make. He dragged her to the torture room, tossing her to the ground.

" Let me go! Please, you're hurting me. You're hurting me!" He slaps her, sending her once again to the ground.

" I'm gonna ask you a simple question, and I'm gonna need the truth out of your filthy mouth! " He rowled.

He tied her against the wooden chair. " Just in case you think of lying to me, I'm gonna turn this switch and make sure you roast to hell!"

"Please, don't do this. I didn't do anything." She pleaded.

" I haven't even started, yet you're lying?" He scoffs. He turns on the switch, sending electric current to her body.

Anastasia shivered as the current shocked her. He stops and she breathed heavily. "Where were you last night?" He asked.

" I was in. . . I was in my room."

He turned on the switch, putting it in 100 voltage. Anastasia cried loud, "Where the fu*k were you last night?!" He yelled.

" I was in my room. "

He did it again, and again and again. And when he saw she wasn't going to tell him the truth, he brought out Scar's phone, playing the video right before her eyes.

"Do you still wanna lie to me?"

Uncontrollable tears rushed out of her eyes as she watched the very incident which caused her a sleepless night. This time, they were using it against her.

" Tell me, Anastasia Romanoff, have you been hanging out with my brother? Has he been visiting the basement lately?"

" You're the only one. . . who keeps coming to the basement. You can check your CCTV or whosoever you have asked to spy on me, your brother has never come down here." She said breathing heavily.

" So, why did you let him kiss you?"

She chuckled. " Because. . . because I love him." She admitted.

Micheal's anger grew, that he angrily left the room. Unfortunately, Pablo was just returning from a friend's place. The moment he opened the door to walk in, Micheal landed a blow on his face.

" Shit, Mic! What the fuck was that for?" He rubbed his affected cheek. Micheal landed another hot blow on the other cheek. " Michael what has gone over you this morning?" He stormed.

" You wanna know? Huh, you fucking wanna know?" He screamed. " What's the meaning of this, huh?" He points the video to him. " Tell me, what's going on between you and Anastasia?"

" Michael, you need to calm down and let us talk about this." He tries to calm him down but he wasn't listening.

" Talk? You fucking stole my maid and took her to the garden to kiss her, huh? So you go behind my back, to touch my stuffs?"

" Micheal, that's enough. Calm down, I'll explain it all to you."

" Don't tell me to fucking calm down! I am not fucking calming down, you asshole! I need a goddamn explanation for this video. And you're fucking going nowhere not until you provide that answer for me."

" You want an answer?" Now he was vexed. " I kissed her and I won't deny that. But do you know what, she kissed me. Yes, she kissed me back, passionately. Her hands around my neck, like she didn't wanna let go. She even enjoyed it, she was happy that I kissed her." He was saying that to make him more angry since Micheal refused to calm down.

"But you, her beloved master. Always ready to torture her, punish her by fucking her forcefully on your bed. And what do you expect? For her to see some kinda god-sent man in you? No, you just gave her reasons why she have to hate you. You showed her the devil you aren't. You want answer? Now here is your answer, I love Anastasia Romanoff. " He walks out on him, heading to his room.

Micheal returned back to the torture room. With the anger of what she did and the words of Pablo, he laid it all on her. He ordered two guards to wipe her thoroughly until his satisfaction. Hearing her cry was the only thing that calmed him down. He will make her suffer for everything pain in his heart.

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THAT NIGHT> AT THE DINNING ROOM.

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Vito noticed the awkward silence between his three sons and the way Micheal was angrily staring at Pablo. " What's the matter, boys?" He asked but they didn't give him a reply.

" I said, what's the fucking matter, boys?" He asked again.

" It's nothing, dad." Pablo said but Micheal snapped.

" Nothing?" He scoffs. " You fucking liar."

" Is someone gonna tell what the heck is fucking going on here?" He inquired.

" Pablo has something intimate to do with Mr Romanoff's daughter." Micheal said.

Vito looked at Pablo who was staring back at him. "Is that true, Pablo?" He inquired.

"Yes, father, that's true." He admitted.

" My purpose of bringing the girl into my house is as a repayment of her father's debts and not some kinda tool for pleasure. If you're so desperate to get a girl on your bed, you should have just gone out to one of those bars, get yourself drunk, take a girl in and fuck her as much as you want. And not her, Anastasia Romanoff."

" Pardon me for intruding, dad, but I'm gonna say this. From the start, I never knew who she was, I barely even know her name. But my brother here, Micheal, had full control over her. Everything she does was only at his command, no one has right over her but him.

He locked her down in the basement, made her wear the same cloth over and over again. Everyday he keeps torturing her, he keeps hurting her. Now tell me father, was that part of the reason you brought her here? And guess what, he didn't just torture her, he fucking raped her right on his bed on a broad day light. He broke her, father, he took away her pride, her dignity.

She saved my life. She took me out of the cold and made me warm. She cuddled me, her chest on my chest, and I am alive now is because of her. And then, I came to appreciate her with a kiss. Yes, with a fucking kiss. I'm ready to accept whatever punishment father will give to me, but that won't stop my feelings for Anastasia."

He looks at Micheal. " You should have listened when I said enough." He left the dinning room to his room.

" Micheal, do you have anything to say about this?" Vito asked. " Did you rape the girl?" Anger stained in his voice.

" Yes, I did, father."

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