" This is a really nice change of scenery, isn't it? " I asked looking around the dark cell.

Nicholas Salvatore himself was standing in front of me in his white dress shirt and black slacks, a cigar between his lips and hands shoved in his pockets. The pair of intimidating grey eyes was staring straight into my soul with an unreadable expression. He really was the devil himself.

I was tied to a motherfucking chair, my dress was gone and now replaced by a white buttoned up shirt that only reached my mid thigh, who changed me I didn't want to know. That should stay as a mystery.

My head was hurting from last night because I remembered clearly how this sexy grey eyes bastard hit me in the head with my own gun.

" It's a prison cell, princess. " he chuckled taking the cigar out of his mouth with two slender fingers.

" I was being sarcastic, idiot. " I rolled my eyes at him.

The man looked at me cocking his eyebrow slightly before rolling his sleeves up to his elbows taking a long stride toward me. He must be at least six and a half foot tall with them long legs.

" Don't roll your eyes at me. " he said cupping my cheeks into his rough hand.

" What are you going to do about it? " I asked rolling my eyes at him again.

Nicholas glared at me his eyes filled with anger while his grip on my cheeks tightened, he was pissed, I could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. He looked very dangerous right now just liked what people had said about him being ruthless.

And, before I knew he drew out a sharp dagger from the back of his pocket slamming it into my bare thigh catching me off guard. But, I didn't dare let out a whimper.

I watched the knife on thigh with a blank expression. My blood drew out from the wound making a red stain on the white shirt. I didn't flinch or show any sign of pain. Shits liked this was nothing compared to what my own father did to me back in the days. I was in much horrible pain and had been through worse.

Snapping my eyes from my thigh, I turned my gaze toward him slowly giving him an annoyance expression.

" Do you want it back or can I keep it? " I asked gesturing to the knife.

Nicholas furrowed his eyebrows letting go off my face. He had his gun out in his hand, caressing it on my face and down to my throat then to my breasts teasing me through the thin layered shirt.

" It's a shame that I can't even have a taste of you. We would have been great together, amore. " he chuckled deeply as his eyes were absorbing every inches of me.

" All you have to do is ask, baby boy. " I whispered looking down when his knee came between my legs parting it away.

" You, my angel is a forbidden flower. I don't fuck my enemy. " he said pulling my chin up with his gun.

" Well, that's good to know. " I smirked making him huffed in annoyance.

My eyes followed every moves he made around the room. I watched as he walked to a table full of deadly weapons, caressing each and everyone of them with adoration in his eyes. That used to be me while I tortured people to their death, but now the role had been reversed.

I was the one who was tied to the chair awaiting the pain or maybe even death.

" What's your name? " he asked picking up a small blade. I could tell he was going easy on me.

" I told you last night. Do you suffer from memory loss? " I scoffed throwing my head back.

" Stassie Rayne is not your full name, amore. " he cocked his eyebrow twirling the sharp blade between his fingers liked it was his favorite toy while walking back toward me.

" I hate to torture such beauty but if you don't control that smart mouth of yours, I will not hold back. " Nicholas whispered into my ears suddenly taking the knife out of my thigh.

I flinched back in surprise but managed to go back to my blank expression after a few seconds. The blood on my thigh dripped out even more making a bigger stain on the white shirt, I was starting to think that he put me in this white shirt just so he could have a better vision of me drenched in my own blood.

" Anastasia Rayne. " I muttered trying to ignore the burning pain in thigh.

" Anastasia. Anastasia. " he said my name repeatedly as if he was trying to remember where had he heard that name before.

" Are you memorizing so you know which name to moan tonight? " I asked looking at him.

" Who sent you? " he asked squatting down right in front of me.

" I don't know the name. " I shrugged looking straight into his eyes.

Thanks god, my pathetic father had taught me how to lie and to act in situation liked this or else I would have been doomed.

" I will ask you one more time. Who sent you? " he said calmly picking my left leg up before putting it over his shoulder.

Wait. Hold the fuck up.

My eyes widened in horror. I looked at him carefully trying to calculate his next move. I swore to god if this guy dare touch me with my permission, he was a dead man when I got my hands on him, I would cut him into pieces.

I might be the type to sleep around with many men but I had always hated the idea of men touching my body without my consents. It disgusted me to my core because no women should ever go through such horrible harassment.

" I told you I don't know who want your family dead. I am just an assassin doing the job that people paid me to do for them. " I said trying to kick my leg of him but failed miserably.

" Fucking Bullshit. " he growled tightening his grip on my leg.

Bullshit indeed. I didn't ask to be here to kill a whole family without any reason, let alone deal with an asshole.

" This is bullshit. Let me go. I know nothing about this person. You caught me I had failed them, my job is over. " I sighed.

Nicholas's burning gaze never left my face. He held eyes contact the whole time when he drew his blade on my inner thigh. He dug so deep into my skin that I felt the end of the blade touched my bone, this wound was going to leave a permanent scar.

I closed my eyes enduring the pain without letting out a single whimper. I would rather go through hell than snitched on my own father and put my grandma's life in danger, for the only person who I loved and loved me I would do anything.

" Blood doesn't look good on you. Now tell me, princess who are you working with? I hate doing this to you. " he said in his deep voice while he was still slicing my skin opened.

" Really? People said blood looks good on me, it brings out my eyes. " I said opening my eyes.

He looked at me in surprise for a second before covering up his emotion again. His hand gesture me to look at the creation he had just made on my leg.

I then snapped my eyes toward my thigh as it widened in shock not believing what I just saw. This bloody bastard had just marked me as his. On my thigh was a big written deep into my flesh by blade.

" What the fuck did you just do, you fucking jerk. " I snapped struggling in the tight rope around my body.

" If I can't have you, no one else can. " he said dropping his blade on the floor before walking out of the cell.

I stared at the fresh wounds with anger building inside of me. I could feel the rage burning in my vein. How dared he disrespect my body. I was not a fucking object. Who did he think he was to claim my body liked I was some animal.

I swore to ruin this man and I would not stop until I succeeded. I swore to bring him to his knees begging under my mercy.

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