Chapter 4 - The Dark Cellar
Elena had never actually made it safely out of the shattered master bedroom window.
The violently tied bedsheets and the massive pool of blood were an incredibly staged, highly convincing distraction.
She was currently suspended entirely by her bruised wrists in the freezing, completely soundproof depths of the Moretti family wine cellar.
The heavy, rusted iron chains violently cut deeply into her soft skin every single time she desperately struggled to breathe.
Directly across from her stood Marco, Beatrice’s personal, deeply sadistic enforcer, wiping a bloody tactical knife completely clean on a dirty rag.
"You are incredibly clever to successfully stage a fake escape, little bird, but you completely underestimated the thermal sensors in the ventilation shafts," Marco laughed cruelly.
"Beatrice absolutely knew that Julian would relentlessly protect you, so she ordered me to permanently solve this embarrassing problem directly," the massive man explained.
Elena hung completely silently, her beautiful head slumped heavily forward as if she were entirely unconscious from the severe beatings.
"The old lady strictly ordered me to aggressively cut the bastard child completely out of you before I finally end your miserable life," Marco threatened darkly.
He slowly walked heavily toward her, entirely twirling the wickedly sharp blade with extremely arrogant, deeply practiced precision.
"It truly is a massive shame, because under all that cheap maid clothing, you are actually a rather beautiful little liar," the enforcer whispered maliciously.
Marco forcefully grabbed her jaw, violently yanking her face upward to forcefully look directly into his dead, completely merciless eyes.
That was his first, completely fatal, absolutely massive mistake.
Elena did not have the deeply terrified, entirely broken expression of a helpless, pregnant domestic servant.
Her dark eyes were completely cold, entirely devoid of human emotion, shining with the absolute, terrifying clarity of a highly trained apex predator.
In a single, incredibly fluid motion, Elena violently twisted her left arm at an entirely unnatural, deeply sickening angle.
She intentionally and forcefully dislocated her own thumb with a loud, highly disgusting pop, completely slipping her bloody hand entirely out of the heavy iron cuff.
Before Marco’s entirely shocked brain could completely process the impossible escape, Elena aggressively launched her entire body weight directly forward.
She violently snatched a heavy, solid steel corkscrew completely off the nearby wine-tasting table with blinding, terrifying speed.
Marco desperately attempted to raise his tactical knife, but the incredibly swift, highly trained pregnant woman was already entirely inside his guard.
Elena violently drove the heavy steel corkscrew completely through the side of the massive enforcer's thick neck, permanently severing his major artery in an instant.
The massive man dropped his sharp knife, violently gurgling in pure shock as he aggressively collapsed onto the cold stone floor, bleeding out in mere seconds.
Elena calmly popped her dislocated thumb completely back into its proper joint with a sharp, highly painful crack, completely ignoring the intense agony.
She slowly leaned completely over the dying man, entirely wiping the fresh blood from her cold face.
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"My name is not Elena Silva," she whispered coldly directly into the dying enforcer's terrified ear.
"My real name is Elena Rossi, and I am the entirely rightful heir to the syndicate you fools completely thought you destroyed."
