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possibly the only moment I've seen him indecisive in my entire life. "She will die," he says, and it hurts. Why does it fucking hurt? I imagine her pretty face roughed up and bloodied, and it makes me want to vomit. Shit.
    "When?" I ask instead, the pussy that I am.
    "Soon enough." My father's voice is careless. He doesn't give a crap about her. "Don't worry about that. As far as Bianca Da Costa is concerned, you've done your job. Now get the fuck lost."
    "What?" I sound about as shocked as I fucking am. "Why?"
    "Do I need a goddamn reason?" My father snarls in my face. "You have no business questioning my orders. Get the hell out of here before I let the dogs tear you to pieces."
    I stare at him blankly.
    "Go!" he barks the command.
    I'm about to stand up to my father for the first time. I don't want to leave. I want to stare at the pretty, vulnerable girl curled up in the corner in her cuffs. I want to taste her. And I want to find out just how tight that little pussy is of hers.
    "I'm not leaving," I say. I sound a little less imposing than I'd like to. "She didn't get food or anything to drink. You can't just leave her to rot down here!"
    "That's my fucking business," my father replies. "Did I fucking stutter? Get lost!"
    Hearing the words I'd just used on Bianca flung from his lips hurts. It makes me feel like I'm a monster, just like my father.
    The memories come flooding back. Being pumped with drugs, my system barely recovering from their venom. My vicious snarls as I'm led into the fighting cage. Tearing up men, tearing them to pieces. Killing, like a goddamn machine.
    And then the relentless pounding of my head, the buzzing in my mind when they weaned me off the drugs. They decided I wasn't fucking worthless when they saw me fighting in that cage. Decided to use me as a hitman instead. I was still killing people, ending lives. I just had a fancier outfit now.
    I shake out the sleeve of my blazer. "I'm coming back to bring her food," I tell my father stubbornly.
    "You're doing no such thing." He turns his back to me and points for me to climb the ladder. He goes up first, and then checks behind him to make sure I'm following. It's bizarre seeing a man of his girth and stature in such a dirty environment. It doesn't suit him.
    I'm about to step on that first ledge when her small voice calls out timidly for me.
    "Matteo."
    The word is spoken in what’s barely above a whisper, but I hear it. She's begging for me to come back. She's scared right now, scared as fuck. And I'm just deserting her in the middle of nowhere.
    I hesitate on the ladder, looking over my shoulder. I need to go back.
    "Don't even fucking think about it," my dad tells me. I look up, and by his frozen expression, I can tell he heard Bianca's whisper. He knows there's something going on there, and he doesn't like it.
    Knowing I'll follow his orders, he climbs up the ladder. He doesn't look back again to check whether I'm following him, not even once. And being the dutiful and obedient dog I am, I climb up the ladder after him. Such a fucking pussy.
    We climb outside, and I shield my eyes from the brightness of the sun glaring down from above us. It's easy to forget what time of the day it is when you're in the dungeon. I almost forgot there's life up here, as well.
    My father is waiting for me on the ground, and he grabs me by the shoulders as soon as I'm off the ladder.
    "What the fuck was that all about?" he demands. "Why do you care about that goddamn girl? She's nothing."
    I hesitate, and I know it seals her fate. The moment I admit I'm not completely apathetic concerning her marks the end of her life. But at the same time, I can't say I don't care she'll die then too, won't she?
    "She's pretty," I manage to get out between gritted teeth. Fuck yes, she's pretty. Probably the most beautiful girl I've laid eyes on. That's not fucking it, though.
    My father roars with laughter. "That's all you've got?" he mocks me.
    I narrow my eyes at him. "I am a