Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0219Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I had no idea that I was being targeted until they attacked. It happened one night as I was walking home from a small grocery store, bags of food dragging down my arms. One minute I was alone on the dimly lit street, the next I was surrounded by a gang of large, threatening men. Before I could even think to scream or flee, they descended on me,

I thought that was all until they knocked me unconscious, bundled me and took me to only God knows where in my unconscious state. When I finally came to, I found myself in a cold, damp room with a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. My heart pounded in my ears as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. That's when I heard the door creak open and a massive, looming figure entered the room. "Look who's finally awake," a deep voice boomed as the figure moved towards me. "Welcome to your new home, my dear."

My eyes widened in terror as the figure moved into the light, revealing itself to be an enormous, heavily- scarred man with dead, soulless eyes. Tavon, the most feared crime boss in all of Italy. I recognized his face from the news - he was responsible for unimaginable atrocities, ruling the underworld through a reign of torture, extortion and murder.

"P...please, I don't have anything."

I whimpered, trying to scramble away from him. "J-just let me go."

He let out a booming laugh that chilled me to the bone. "Oh no pet, you have something I want very much. You have the chance to provide me with entertainment for years to come."

And that was when I met Tavon. They took me to him and he commended his men and agreed to keep me. When he took me to the adjoining room, I was so scared by all the torture devices that I passed out at the sight of them...

And that was when I met Tavon. They took me to him and he commended them and agreed to keep me. When he took me to the room, I was so scared by all the torture devices that I passed out at the sight of them.

I could still vividly remember waking up with a scream. It hurt so much that it knocked me into consciousness.

I still cringed each time I remember the hideous smile on his face as he regarded me. Then he took a breast clamp and clamped it tightly on my nipples.

I screamed out but that didn't stop Tavon from whipping me and tightening the clamp on my nipples.

I endured this torture for weeks, nothing compared to what Sydney had gone through. I was miserable. All I did was force food down my throat, pleasure Tavon at the expense of my pain and the whimper till I had to do it again.

Then, I really wished that I had just remained in the asylum back home.

One day, when I was being whipped like every other day, I couldn't help but think what would happen if I snatched the whip from him and make him feel the debilitating pain he always made me go through. I had been contemplating it as my anger and hate for him rose everyday. I wondered why I always had to be in a position to be bullied and beaten just to satisfy his cruel fantasies? Why me? Why do I have to be the one suffering to satisfy him?

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Chapter 0219

That day, I couldn't clamp down my anger as I always did. I snatched the whip from him and despite my weak state, I lashed the whip on Tavon in blind anger.

"You cruel old man!" I yelled angrily as I whipped him. What was the worst that could happen? He would order his men to kill me. Well, then, dying was way better than watching a man cum while I get whipped and tortured almost to the point of death.

Surprisingly, this bold or rather...angry move if mine worked in my favor.

In my blind rage, it had taken a while before I noticed that Tavon wasn't moaning in pain but in pleasure.

The dirty old man did not only enjoy torturing people but he also liked to be tortured. Because of this, he took a liking to me turned out he had more girls he tortured too. He left all the others and made me exclusively his.

He treated me as his pet but over the months, I grew to become the master and he, the pet. Though I let him believe what he'd like to. Tavon would always find excuses to get me to whip him to satisfy his sexual desires. I was always glad to whip him and thank goodness, he got more satisfaction from being tortured than delivering the torture.