ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 79: ★Real punishment?★

Chapter 79: ★Real punishment?★

~Chapter 79~

Katya

AN: Sorry for the late update. I’m really sorry.

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My posture like a stone statue remained rigid with stiffness that seemed to intensify, even without the lingering effects of the soul-crushing syringe wearing off.

Though I still had no visual— The unmistakeably shifts in sound and scent told me we’d left the car and arrived at the estate – my prison.

The person holding me adjusted his grip, and the unfamiliar yet slightly familiar scent of his cologne wafted towards me.

it was different different from Romeo’s rugged, smoky aroma— Don’t ask me but I just knew he wasn’t the one cradling me.

The murmur of voices around me painted a picture of our surroundings.

Romeo’s deep tone being unmistakable, and Mr. Antonio’s calm yet slightly strict voice in the background.

A new voice joined the mix – a gentle feminine voice with an old, soothing melody. The voice was much calmer and refreshing.

"Who’s she?" the mysterious woman asked and I snapped my head towards the sound, her words sparking a reaction within me.

My eyes strained to pierce the darkness. Even though I couldn’t see, I sensed her presence, her warmth, like a comforting breeze on a cold day.

And surprisingly the effects of the syringe slowly began to fade, outlines started forming through my blindness.

A soft, wrinkled hand grasped my fingers gently, it was warm to hold, a stark contrast to the coldness I was used to.

"What’s your name, dear?" the feminine voice asked. The voice was so soft and gentle like a mother hen speaking to a beloved child but I couldn’t get my lips moving to answer.

Some movement occurred after my inability to answer, followed by words in Italian that drifted past me.

"È cieca?" (Is she blind?) it sucks to not understand what was being said but then the woman’s tone shifted to English.

"What have you done, Romeo?"Disappointment, utter disappointment was clear in the woman’s tone but with some concern hovering through her words, creating tension in the room

Romeo’s response was nonchalant, but it quickly sparked a reaction. "I just injected her with one of my inventions."

A loud smack echoed through the space, followed by Romeo’s groan of pain.

The old woman’s apology was immediate but in their native language, so I tuned it out, focusing on her final words.

"I’m sorry, but why would you do that?" the feminine voice asked and I heard another voice which sounded like Mr Antonio voiced out slowly, "Because she’s Boris’s daughter."

Hearing my father’s name was like a punch to the gut. I felt the weight of attention shift towards me, and the old woman’s hand tightened around mine.

I froze, my stiff body going even more stiff "Boris’s daughter," I could barely hear her whispered that.

Her whisper was barely audible, if I wasn’t focusing all my energy towards my hearing I would have missed it.

The silence that followed was heavy, like a very heavy blanket that suffocated the room.

I strained to see what was happening, hoping to catch even a glimpse of what the heck was going on but my blindness left me dependent on my other senses.

Amplifying the tension in the room.

Why was the place so quiet.

Thick, thick silence followed, the silence was so thick it was hard to breath.

Straining all my senses to understand why the place was so quiet, my mind already getting occupied with possibilities.

Was it because I was Boris’s daughter?

No!

It couldn’t be that because I’m that dead man’s daughter for them to be this quiet.

My thoughts swirled, trying to make sense of the situation, when a voice which I would never forget echoed through the space— a voice that had been etched in my memory.

Voice that sent shivers down my spine, even in my dreams,. "Ivan’s right-hand man." The words like a ticking time bomb.

The elevator’s ding shattered the silence, breaking the heavy tension that had left me feeling helpless.

The sudden sound was welcomed like a release, a sudden shift in the atmosphere.

But that didn’t still stop my train of thoughts. The silence had being broken, but the tension remained.

Feeling like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss of unknowns.

Ivan?

The name sparked a memory, a flashback to the moment Romeo’s hand had almost ended my life.

My father was his right-hand man? For what? The questions cycled in my mind.

I remembered the secrecy, the hints of my father’s shady business dealings. I’d always known he was involved in something dark, but I’d never met his associates, never knew if he had a bigger boss.

The revelation raised more questions than answers.

Hearing about this, about my father’s role was like a— no, it was infact a slap in the face, forcing me to rethink my entire life.

I’d been living in the dark, oblivious to the secrets and lies that surrounded me. The constant abuse had left me lost.

This realization was suffocating, making me wonder what else I’d been kept in the dark about.

Maybe my mother was alive?

Delusional? I know but a lady could wish.

The hand holding mine was released, and the room temperature increased. The sudden loss of warmth left me feeling isolated and vulnerable.

Like the bad egg. Time seemed to stand still, the silence stretching out.

Then, a quiet sob pierced the air, low and shaking, like someone was trying to suppress a cry.

My heart twisted with empathy, and I strained to identify the source of the sound.

Who was crying? The sob was heart-wrenching, and sorrow filled me, even without knowing who the lady was.

A soft sigh filled the air, followed by a gentle push forward on my arm.

Taking the hint, I began walking with the help of the person holding me. The soft whoosh of footsteps and a low click signaled our exit from the elevator.

The air changed, growing colder and more sterile. The smell of antiseptic and medication hit me hard.

My nose twitched at the immersed scent, and I knew we were somewhere with a strong medical presence.

The smell was overwhelming, transporting me to memories of my father reluctantly taking me to the hospital— when my abuse had gone to far and my wounds were bigger than me treating myself.

I knew the estate’s main mansion was huge and well-equipped, but I couldn’t believe it housed a fully-fledged hospital.

Or was I wrong?

Are we were at the estate?

Before my escape, I’d cleaned most areas—gym, spa, and I was certain this place was packed with secrets and hidden rooms.

"Right this way, boss!." The sudden sound made me jump, and I almost tripped if not for the firm hand holding me steady.

The voice was chipper, almost annoyingly so, and it grated on my nerves.

Before I could process the voice and analyze everything, Mr. Antonio’s deep tone shattered the air,

"Take her away." The words were direct, devoid of emotion, and sent dreads down my spine.

Who was being taken away? The answer became clear as the person holding me turned and began moving, pulling me along.

Disorientated and unsure of my surroundings or destination. The only presence I sensed was the person holding me, and the feeling that we were alone.

Where were we going? Was this the start of my real punishment? The uncertainty was unsettling, and my mind began to race with worst-case scenarios.

I stumbled slightly, my blindness making every step uncertain.

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