Doomed to love you

Chapter 4

Ben's POV:

I held Benita's stiff hand in mine and lay my head beside her, thinking over and over again about the doctor's report, "Benita is in a comatose stage. It may take days, weeks or even years for her to wake up. She may also lose her eye sight due to the brain hemorrhage. We can just pray to God for her fast recovery." The doctor had told me during a previous visit that morning and patted away my shoulder.

What did she do to deserve this? Why does she have to suffer this fate? All she did was to love that jerk truly. There was no way that he was not guilty as claimed by his sister. I was the one to leave Benny at his place and he was the only one present there at that time. If he hadn't raped her, then why did he have to be on the run? I didn't realize that tears had started rolling down my cheeks silently. I gently caressed her bruised face with the back of my knuckles. She looked pale and so weak.

“I promise you Benny, I will punish everyone responsible for your condition. They have messed with the wrong person. I will find that dog and fucking kill him. Until then, I will toy with his sister. She will undergo much worse than you did.” I assured her.

I got out of the hospital furiously and drove my car to Freshalco, one of my pub chains. The guards standing out stiffened as soon as they saw me walking in and bowed to me but I paid no attention to them and I directly made my way to the VIP lounge, ordering a whiskey large. I spent the rest of the day there, thinking while drinking heavily.

Though, the men in our family belonged to the reputed Cosmino Mafia gang for generations and were well known for their vicious activities, the women in our family were always innocent and soft-hearted. My mother taught me to be a man of honor and instilled moral values in us right from our childhood. Many young women threw themselves at me and I had been with many, for my own pleasure but never had I ever touched a woman out of her own will. I believed a true man would never hurt or even touch without her consent. But this very day, all my morals seemed to have been deep buried and long forgotten. All I wanted was revenge against that bastards family. I wanted them to suffer at my hands to such extent that they would have never imagined before in their fucking life.

I hit the gas and my car engine roared to life. I reached my house at around ten that night. I took two steps at a time and reached the double door of my room. My mind was clouded with all possible ways of  heinous tortures that I could inflict upon that bitch. I pushed the door open to see that wench sitting comfortably on my bed. I was enraged and lost my control by the sight in front of my eyes.

“Look who’s having a great time here.” I strode towards her in a murderously slow pace. She looked startled and stood up from the bed immediately. With each of my steps forward, she took one backward whimpering like a scared kitten.

“You are back.” She squealed in horror. Her body was trembling and she had fisted her hands tightly in front of her chest. 

“Well, it is my wedding night. I wouldn't miss it for the whole world, now can I?” I spoke in a cold voice. I moved closer to her making her flinch back before hitting the wall. I could see that she was frightened and she started to look around her for something to use against me. I placed my hands on either side of her head, trapping her in between. She looked at my hands on both her sides, trying to assess the situation. I could see her chest that was heaving up and down vigorously.

“I will take the couch.” She tried to push me away saying that.

“Where do you think you are going, you slut?” I slapped her hard and she fell on the ground with a thud. I crouched down to her level, lifting her chin. Blood started to strain the corner of her lips.

“Let me go, you are drunk. Leave me alone, please.” She started crying while pushing and hitting me on my chest.

I gripped her hair tightly in my hand and dragged her to the bed. I punched her face hard enough to make her fall on the bed flat on her back. She sobbed and tried to crawl away from me.

I pulled her ankle and pinned her hands above her head before hovering myself over her petite body.

She screamed and called out for help but I knew very well that no one would be rescuing her from my custody.

I tore her sleeves and trailed my hands under her dress lifting it up her thighs. She kept pushing and trashing me away but that did not stop me from assaulting her. I made her body go limp with a hard slap. Her lips started bleeding badly this time and her cheeks started to bruise however, I did not feel even a bit sorry for her. I pushed my body more closer into hers which made her gasp loudly. I tore her remaining clothing and forcefully entered her but I immediately stop when I felt her maidenhead still intact. ‘she's a Virgin?’ Although, the fair minded side of my brain asked me to stop torturing her, the more evil part of me prevented me from doing so. 

‘Her brother is the reason why Benny is admitted in the hospital. This is not enough. She deserves much more than this. Keep torturing her. Do. Not. Stop’ A voice kept echoing at the back of my head to do more cruel things to her. I started to pound into her violently not minding about her agonizing pain. 

Her cries eventually stopped after many more rounds of torture. I looked at her emotionless face, silent tears were continuously flowing from her eyes and I felt a tinge of guilt. I pushed myself away from her body. I dragged her naked form to the room attached to my master bedroom and threw her inside mercilessly like she was a piece of thrash. I could hear her sobs the whole night before I drifted of into a deep slumber.

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Samantha's POV:

The pain inflicted upon me, both physically and mentally, was enormous and couldn't be simply explained in words.

I laid on the floor thinking how my once beautiful life had turned upside down just in a matter of days. I would have never dreamed that I would be raped by my husband on our wedding night even in the most horrific nightmares. I knew he didn't marry me out of love but this was too much for a single night.

‘What did I ever do to deserve this? I still do not believe that Jon would have raped Benny. How do I make this monster understand that? I already hate him too much. I did not want to do anything with him. Let him believe whatever he wants to but I will never forgive him for what he did to me. I just have to prove my brother's innocence.’ I wiped my tear strained face.

I got up and walked inside a small bathroom that was attached to the room. I winced when I felt like my lower body to be on fire. I had to hold on to the wall for support and somehow made it into the bathroom.

I glanced at the mirror and was shocked to see my own reflection. I had dark circles surrounding my eyes, my lips were chapped and bleeding, my cheeks were purple due to the hard slaps from my damn husband. My arms, neck, face and shoulders were covered in scratch and bite marks. The region between my thighs were sore from the assault. I traced my finger slowly on the scratch marks on my neck and flinched in pain.

I leaned on the sink and started crying silently not wanting to wake up that cruel man since my body couldn't handle anymore tortures from him.

‘You can do it Sammy. You survived the worst part. He will leave you alone after this.’ I pacified myself but little did I know what that man was capable of or about the numerous tortures that he had in store for me. I took a warm shower to wash of the blood stains off my body. I wore a dress which was given to me by the head chef, Sheila. I was famished and extremely thirsty since I did not have a meal after yesterday's dinner and it was almost afternoon by the time I got up but I did not step out of my room, fearing for my dear life. After a while, Sheila came in to my room with a plate of spaghetti. She informed me that Benjamin has gone to his warehouse and immediately, I felt relieved.

“Can I make a call to my parents, Ms.Sheila?” She hesitated for a moment before handing me her mobile.

I thanked her and dialed my dad's number. After trying a couple of times, I tried my mom's number when my dad did not attend my calls but there was still no answer. I tried the landline desperately.

‘Why are they not attending the call? Did something bad happen to them?’ I pondered worriedly. I decided to Call Andrea. However, my call was disconnected after the second ring. I dialed her number once again, this time it was switched off. I felt helpless.

“Miss please handover the mobile. Mr. Winchester will be here soon.” I shook my head and handed over the mobile.

I was distressed and edgy not knowing about my parent's whereabouts. ‘Did he kill them already?’ I shook off all the negative thoughts and decided to ask him when he returned. Sheila was kind enough to offer me a thin mattress and few blankets. She had also given me Benny's clothes to wear. I stood near the small window and anxiously waited for Benjamin's arrival so that I could inquire about my parents.

When he did not come even after waiting for the whole evening, I decided to lie down for a while. I kept staring at the ceiling blankly, just then I heard the sound of a car entering through the gates. I immediately decided to go downstairs and talk to him.

I saw him sitting on the living room couch, fingers pinching the space between his eyebrows. He looked exhausted, his top collar buttons were open and his shirt looked wrinkled. I coughed a few times to seek his attention and kneeled down in front of his legs.

“Ahm.. where are my parents?” I asked him courageously yet tactfully.

He stared at me through his emotionless eyes. And his lips curved into an evil smile. “I killed them.”

I started panting heavily and sat flat on the floor, looking down at the floor. Tears started rolling of my cheeks. Anger started to spread throughout my body and I couldn't control my feelings anymore.

“Why did you do that? Why did you kill them? Wasn't it enough for you torture and rape me? Why did you kill them, you psycho?” I held his collar and shook it as hard as possible but soon I was slapped hard across my face.

“How dare you, bitch? Psycho is your brother, not me. He raped my sister and now she is in a coma, for God knows how long. She will not be able to see and walk properly like before because of your brother.” He screeched loud enough for the whole house to hear him. I felt sadness creep throughout my heart for Benny. I did not have to suffer so much.

“And you are no different from whoever did that to Benny.” I murmured for which he dragged me upstairs and pinned me on the wall. An evil smile was plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Don't touch me. Stay away, you monster.” I started hitting him, tears welling up my eyes but I was stopped when he struck me with a blow on my face. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside followed by his pistols and knives. He tore my dress revealing my bare chest. When I lifted my hands to cover them, he turned me around to face the wall. I heard the zip of his pants being opened and knew that his pants followed the other clothes on the floor.

‘Not again. God please save me from this beast.’ I prayed but my prayers were not answered. He kept torturing me repeatedly like the previous night. The room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and my sobs. He threw me into my room when he was done.

I lay there naked and shivering from the cold. Death would have been a better punishment that this.