Deprived Love - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Third person's pov
“Come in, Darling.”
Bella felt goosebumps. She would've felt butterflies by his deep, husky voice if it was not this situation. Here she felt scared, she pretended herself as brave so that Chris wouldn't be satisfied, it was clear from his eyes that he loved seeing Bella suffer, and she knew that. But deep inside she was scared as hell.
She gently opened the door and peeked inside. But she was strongly grabbed inside and the door was shut behind her back.
Her blonde hair tied in a bun, untied by the force and the blonde strands kissed her face.
Drops of coffee spilled on the marbled floor.
Chris took the cup from Bella's hands and placed it on the table.
He pushed her, pinning her against the wall.
“What were you talking with the shopping mall guy? ARE YOU ALREADY WHORING AROUND!? And what relationship do you have with Liam, he is already taking your side!?”
Chris yelled, making the girl flinch. Anger raged inside her spine listening by the humiliating statement. She clenched her hands in a fist.
She glared at Chris, and Chris’s raging eyes turned into an amused expression.
“Aww, baby girl is angry?” He said with a fake pout, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
Chris's touch disgusted her, it felt like she need to have a proper shower after his touch. Bella was raised in a mannered environment. No one yelled at her, no one scolded her and no one humiliated her like Chris was doing.
Bella's last string of self control broke. As Bella's frustration peaked, she swiftly raised her hand. With a sudden, forceful motion, her palm met Chris’s cheek in a loud, resounding slap. The impact echoed through the room, leaving a stinging red mark on his face and a stunned silence in the air. Bella's eyes widened in shock, and a palpable tension settled between them.
Chris chuckled darkly, his lips turned into a sinister smile. His dark hazel orbs met Bella's and she shaked with fear.
“Wrong move, darling. Now you will regret this.”
Bella was dragged by John. Tears started flowing through the corner of her eyes. She regretted slapping Chris but the things he said made Bella lose her control.
She was then taken to a dark basement. The air was thick with the scent of fear, blood and sweat.
“Torture room!”
Bella knew that every mafia mansion had a torture room. Her father had one too. Her father used to bring the people who betrayed him, or his rivals and they used to torture them. The torture becomes so intense that the person begs to let him die.
Bella was scared as fuck. Is Chris going to torture her.
John made her sit on her knees and then chained her.
“This is it then. What to expect more from this monster. Maybe he was waiting for this day so that he can torture me. Finally I gave him the reason.”
But Bella's eyes widened when the light was switched on and she could see a man tied to a chair. His face was swollen and bruised. His eyes threatened to close.
Bella was confused as the man is unknown.
Footsteps echoed in the basement and Bella immediately recognised.
“Baby girl, you are here to witness the torture section. I hope it will be interesting for you, tell me if it gets boring, I'll add some spice to it.”
He uttered with a maniac grin.
“No.. no.. it's better to just die instead of watching someone else being tortured and die.”
Bella hated seeing blood. Once she accidentally witnessed her father killing someone and she had nightmares for so long after that.
Chris wore a pair of gloves. The man widened his eyes. He untied the cloth that was tied on the man's mouth.
“Please… please leave me!” The man yelled from the top of his lungs.
“You should've known the consequences before doing human trafficking under my business. You very well know I don't support abusing the innocents.”
He melodically laid out his instruments of torture - pliers, knives, and a blowtorch. With a cruel smirk, he approached the man, who was trembling, eyes wide with terror.
The mafia boss grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking the man's head back exposing the neck. Slowly he ran the cold blade of a knife along the skin, savouring the victim's shudder.
Each scream and pleas for mercy gave goosebumps to Bella. She tried to cover her ears, but still the screams were loud enough to hear.
The dark room echoed with cries and screams. After some minutes, the man became limp.
Bella's skin turned pale, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her eyes rolled back, and her eyelids fluttered, struggling to keep them open.
“Enjoyed the scene, baby girl?”
And then she passed out.
Chris tsked and picked her up in the bridal style. Unconsciously Bella grabbed the older male’s neck and rested her head on his chest.
His step was halted by the blonde girl's action. He felt his heart beat which was turned into a stone long ago. He shoved off his feelings and took her to the room.
The room was empty, because Stella was working in the kitchen. He gently laid the girl on the bed.
But she didn't let go of Chris's shirt which she held in her tiny fists.
Chris gently untangled her fingers from his shirt.
He sat at the bedside studying the features of his childhood love.
Their genuine giggles, teasing each other, little fights came back to his memory which he thought he forgot a long ago.
Chris's parents always struggled with their business, they were busy not able to give enough love, care and time to their son. It ended up as Chris being an introvert and shy kid. But Bella took him out of his shell. He felt warmth from Bella. And now that warmth somehow came back by just holding the girl in his arms, which he doesn't want to accept. But deep down he knows.
His rivers of thought were interrupted by the ring of a phone. Bella didn't have one so it's obvious it's of Chris.
Chris answered his phone, it was of Liam.
“Hello?”
“I am here in your garden. Come fast.”
Chris hummed and hung up the phone. His eyes widened when he saw that he was admiring Bella for almost an hour.
How did the time pass quickly, did he not just enter the room. How can it be already an hour?
He walked out of the room in disbelief and on the way he ordered Stella to clean her room properly. To which Stella nodded confusingly. It's weird that for the first time the mafia boss came near the kitchen area and he talked to Stella about their room. Chris never had interest or time to check out his workers' rooms and complain as a damn warden.
Stella confusingly went to her room and was shocked by seeing Bella whimpering as if she was having a nightmare.
Stella gently sat near the bedside but a scent instantly crossed through her nostrils and it's definitely of the mafia boss.
She gently rubbed Bella's palms.
On reaching the garden, Chris cleared his throat to get the older male’s attention. He turned back, with a concerned expression.
“Wasn't it too much, Chris? We both know she doesn't deserve this.”