Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Alvira pov

Luca looked at me fuming in rage and for the first time in my life i was so scared, i couldn't find it in her to speak.

" Princess? Are you there? Princess?"

I could hear my dad saying from the phone.

In one swift movement, he snatched my phone and hurled it across the room.

It hit the wall and fell to the ground in pieces.

My mouth fell more open in shock.

That was my only means of communication and my only hope of getting out of here but he just destroyed.

I looked at him and stood up.

" What the actual fuck?! Why did you do that?!"

I yelled at him in his face and I heard him growl.

He pushed me into the bed and I got up immediately.

This time, I wasn't going down without a fight.

"Are you crazy?!

Do you fucking know how much that costs?!,"

I yelled in his face, boiling.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck.."

I mumbled to myself as I drove my hands wildly through my hair.

He held me by my jaw in an attempt to scare or intimidate me but I hurled a slap across his face.

I forced my face out of his grip and began walking outside the room.

"I am done! I am fucking done with this shit of a marriage!"

I yelled as I marched down the stairs.

"You think I wanted this?! I didn't fucking want this. To hell with you!" I said and slammed the living room door behind me.

I stormed out, my eyes never leaving the gate.

I reached out to grip the handle of the gate and immediately I got forcefully pulled back, taking me completely unawares.

He dragged me by my right wrist till we came matching right back into the house.

He threw me on one of the chairs in the living area.

"Baby what is going on?"

The brunette girl came walking hastily down the stairs only in her underwear.

My stomach dropped and my breathing hitched.

Was what I was thinking actually going on??

She looked at me and her expression changed to distaste.

"Oh"

She just mumbled, looking at me in disgust.

"I will be upstairs if you need me"

and with that she bounced back up the stairs in her heels.

"Who were you speaking with?and where did you think you were going??"

Luca asked a little bit calmer than I expected.

"I was speaking with my father. Got a problem with that?"

I said and then asked, tilting my head.

He chuckled humorlessly and I frowned then all of a sudden, his smiley face died and gave birth to a scowl.

I gritted my teeth.

If he was angry, then I was angrier.

"Go upstairs." He ordered.

I scoffed and looked away and then back at him.

"You are not the boss of me." I said in annoyance.

He frowned deeper and before I knew what was happening, he hurled a slave across my face.

I held my stinging face and before I could give a second thought, I threw back a slap across his face.

It was them I realized what I had done.

Luca grew so red from obvious anger and I immediately got scared of what he was going to do me.

He looked away for some seconds and then slowly looked back at me with a snarl.

He bent over and threw me across his shoulder.

I yelped and began banging on his back.

I really didn't want a repetition of last night's experience.

He walked up the stairs till he got to the room I assume was his.

He didn't stop walking even when he got to his room.

He opened up a door I had seen him walk through earlier.

We got into the room.

The room was dark.

No window, no light, no air conditioner, no furniture, no nothing.

The room was dark, void and scary.

Luca had thrown me down the moment we got into the room.

I gulped as I took in my environment.

"I guess last night didn't teach you enough lessons. Hope this teaches you better."

And with that, he shut the massive door behind him and I heard him lock it with a key.

"Nooo!"

I yelled running to the door and I began banging at it with my tiny fists when I realized what he was doing.

He had locked me up in the scary room.

Soon, the whole place became more stuffy and stuffy.

The room was dark and scary.

No one could ever tell if it was day or night in there.

I paced around the empty room as frustrated tears ran down my eyes.

What the hell did I do to deserve all these?

How on earth did I get into this shit.

It was all too frightening that my life had gone this bad just in one day.

I slumped on the ground, beside a wall and began to think of how similar I was with a prisoner and what hurt more was the fact I was being ill treated by my supposed husband.

Even if we never loved each other, this was no way married couples ought to relate.

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Seconds had grown into minutes and minutes into hours.

I gradually lost track of time.

I had been been there a whole day already.

I was beginning to get unbearably hungry.

The previous day, I had eaten just once and the next, I hadn't eaten at all.

Luca hasn't even bothered to check.

It hurt.

It made me wonder bow on earth I had ever offended him.

He never seemed this brutal when I knew him. Why the sudden change?

With the way I was going, it just required time for me to go through actual emotional distress that could lead to insanity.

Being locked up in here was a way of tormenting anyone.

I laid down on the floor, holding my stomach.

I was about drifting to sleep when I heard a click on the door.

Luca walked in with a tray in his hand.

The moment I recognized him, I got up and ran to him.

"Luca please get me out of here, please.. I'm so sorry, please let me out. I promise I will never do that again, please."

I begged him, kneeling down.

He dropped the tray and kicked my hands off his legs and walked out of the room.

He locked the door again not without forgetting to use a key.

I slumped to the ground as more tears escaped my eyes.

Was he really going to let me die in here?

When I was done crying, I began to dig in into the food he brought.

It was dark but I let my hands do most of the work.

When I was done eating, I felt dizzy and I slept off.