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Losing Faith
A/N: I don't own them (though I wish I did) they belong to Troy Duffy...Yadda yadda yadda...
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!! (NC, BDSM)
Chapter POV: Faith
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. Tears finally began to roll down her face as she heard the door close. Gio had just finished with her. It had been the second time in three days and her insides burned with disgust. She desperately wanted to bathe away the feeling of his body on hers but they probably wouldn’t let her. Gio had lefr chr chained to the bed with several new cigarette burns gracing the column of her neck and chest as well as scarlet welts, which crisscrossed her stomach, caused by the leather belt that he always wore. Faith had made it a point to not let him know how much pain she was in, for he was turned on by it. The sick fuck! She wanted him to die slowly in some horrible shootout with the police but she knew that that wouldn’t happen. The Corneli family had too many men on the inside of the NYPD. So she cried because that was all she could do now.
. The Corneli family household hadn’t started out this bad. Faith had arrived there 3 months prior as a houseguest along with that man that she considered her father, Gino “Johnny C” Carter; who had been called in by Brother John, the don of the Corneli family. She knew that her adopted father used to work for the mob when he was right out of high school, as a soldier but that was all he ever told the two girls that he called his daughters, Faith and Emilia. Her father had been escorted into a room with the Don as his slimy over-weight son, Gio(vanni), eyed her in the study. When her father had left the room he looked somber. He told her that he had to come out of retirement and complete one last job, which meant that she had to stay in the Corneli household. Faith had accepted the fact then, not truly knowing what it meant. But she learned in time.
. First month passed by fine, as she became a member of the family. Brother John’s mother had taken to Faith as if she were her own grandchild. They lounged near the pool and had parties with friends and family. Giovanni still eyed her out, but he treated her with respect, as were her father’s wishes. But it all changed in the second month. Brother John was getting impatient with her father and he took it out on Faith. She became a servant in the Corneli household. The old woman who had treated her as a granddaughter was now ordering her around. Faith was forco clo clean the 10-room house from top to bottom. She was beginning to feel as if she was fucking Cinderella, without the cool singing birds and mice. But, she endured it silently as she heard bits and pieces of what her purpose there really was. Faith eavesdropped one day to find that her father wasn’t just a little mob soldier; he was one of the Corneli's best hit men and the reason he was pulled out of retirement was a little boy. He had to kill a 5-year-old boy; the son of the DA that had sent Brother John’s older brother to the electric chair and Faith was the Corneli’s insurance. Her father had 3 months to complete the task and if the child was not dead, Faith would be found floating in the Hudson. She had tried to escape that night, but failed and her punishment was Giovanni.
. Faith awoke with a start, heart pounding and breath coming in quick short gasps; memories of the night her virginity was take from her played over and over in her head. They had tied her up the same way that she was now, spread eagle on the bed with the knots so tight that alm almost cut off circulation. Giovanni had scarred her the first time with his nails as he dug them so deep in her hips that it had drawn blood. When Faith had screamed he only went faster and harder as the tears streamed down her face. His face above her, smiling that hideous lop-sided grin as he reveled in her screams of pain and tears of despair. Faith had quickly learned to hold the tears, sound and emotion in when Gio used her, taking away much of the pleasure that he wanted but causing him to do it more often. She shuddered at the thought. But, it really didn’t matter anymore. She would be dead in 2 weeks time anyway. Her father’s 3 months were almost up.
. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep knowing that sometime in the night she would be untied from the bed, moved then bound to the armchair and blindfolded until the next time Giovanni had the urge. It was the same thing every time and Faith had learned to sleep through it to try and dull the pain. She reminded herself as she fell into a deathlike sleep; it will all be over soon. Death will take me in her arms and let me rest at last. Soon, very soon.
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!! (NC, BDSM)
Chapter POV: Faith
. Tears finally began to roll down her face as she heard the door close. Gio had just finished with her. It had been the second time in three days and her insides burned with disgust. She desperately wanted to bathe away the feeling of his body on hers but they probably wouldn’t let her. Gio had lefr chr chained to the bed with several new cigarette burns gracing the column of her neck and chest as well as scarlet welts, which crisscrossed her stomach, caused by the leather belt that he always wore. Faith had made it a point to not let him know how much pain she was in, for he was turned on by it. The sick fuck! She wanted him to die slowly in some horrible shootout with the police but she knew that that wouldn’t happen. The Corneli family had too many men on the inside of the NYPD. So she cried because that was all she could do now.
. The Corneli family household hadn’t started out this bad. Faith had arrived there 3 months prior as a houseguest along with that man that she considered her father, Gino “Johnny C” Carter; who had been called in by Brother John, the don of the Corneli family. She knew that her adopted father used to work for the mob when he was right out of high school, as a soldier but that was all he ever told the two girls that he called his daughters, Faith and Emilia. Her father had been escorted into a room with the Don as his slimy over-weight son, Gio(vanni), eyed her in the study. When her father had left the room he looked somber. He told her that he had to come out of retirement and complete one last job, which meant that she had to stay in the Corneli household. Faith had accepted the fact then, not truly knowing what it meant. But she learned in time.
. First month passed by fine, as she became a member of the family. Brother John’s mother had taken to Faith as if she were her own grandchild. They lounged near the pool and had parties with friends and family. Giovanni still eyed her out, but he treated her with respect, as were her father’s wishes. But it all changed in the second month. Brother John was getting impatient with her father and he took it out on Faith. She became a servant in the Corneli household. The old woman who had treated her as a granddaughter was now ordering her around. Faith was forco clo clean the 10-room house from top to bottom. She was beginning to feel as if she was fucking Cinderella, without the cool singing birds and mice. But, she endured it silently as she heard bits and pieces of what her purpose there really was. Faith eavesdropped one day to find that her father wasn’t just a little mob soldier; he was one of the Corneli's best hit men and the reason he was pulled out of retirement was a little boy. He had to kill a 5-year-old boy; the son of the DA that had sent Brother John’s older brother to the electric chair and Faith was the Corneli’s insurance. Her father had 3 months to complete the task and if the child was not dead, Faith would be found floating in the Hudson. She had tried to escape that night, but failed and her punishment was Giovanni.
. Faith awoke with a start, heart pounding and breath coming in quick short gasps; memories of the night her virginity was take from her played over and over in her head. They had tied her up the same way that she was now, spread eagle on the bed with the knots so tight that alm almost cut off circulation. Giovanni had scarred her the first time with his nails as he dug them so deep in her hips that it had drawn blood. When Faith had screamed he only went faster and harder as the tears streamed down her face. His face above her, smiling that hideous lop-sided grin as he reveled in her screams of pain and tears of despair. Faith had quickly learned to hold the tears, sound and emotion in when Gio used her, taking away much of the pleasure that he wanted but causing him to do it more often. She shuddered at the thought. But, it really didn’t matter anymore. She would be dead in 2 weeks time anyway. Her father’s 3 months were almost up.
. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep knowing that sometime in the night she would be untied from the bed, moved then bound to the armchair and blindfolded until the next time Giovanni had the urge. It was the same thing every time and Faith had learned to sleep through it to try and dull the pain. She reminded herself as she fell into a deathlike sleep; it will all be over soon. Death will take me in her arms and let me rest at last. Soon, very soon.