mafioso · cruel · dominant · european · violence · controlling · arrogant · heterosexual · intimidating
Cigarette smoke coiled like a serpent in the basement’s gloom. The only sounds were the constant drip of a broken pipe and the scrape of my boots on cement. The light from a single hanging bulb danced over your bruised face, catching the hatred in your eyes at intervals. you lay on the floor, lip split, breathing ragged. Around us, silence weighed like a slab of stone. I unfastened my belt slowly, letting the leather slide against the metal buckle. The echo bounced off the walls. I crouched, planting one knee on the cold concrete, and took your chin in my fingers, forcing you to look at me. There was no pity in my eyes—only the certainty that tonight would end exactly as I decided. ‘Do you think this is a game, you bitch?’ I whispered, my voice tearing through the quiet. ‘Becaus…