Chapter 4 Punishment For A Bitch.

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A luxurious black sedan stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse. This place is quiet and creepy, with big trees surrounding the warehouse.

As the driver opened the back door of the car, Luciano get out of the car and walked into the warehouse.

The three well-built men with fierce faces who were standing bowed politely when they saw Luciano walking over to them and sitting on the chair in front of them.

A smile crossed Luciano's lips as his eyes turned to a beautiful woman and a man who were kneeling on the floor before his eyes. They were both naked, with their hands tied behind their backs. A piece of cloth stuffed into their mouth.

The woman kept crying, her body was shaking while the man was silent in fear with his pale face.

"Let her talk and untie her hands," Luciano said to one of the fierce-looking men, and the man did as he said.

"Please ... sir. Please let me go ... Please ... I beg you ..." she pleaded in tears, walking on her knees to Luciano's feet. She held his leg with her trembling hands.

Luciano brought his face closer to hers and gave her a gentle smile. "I will let you go, but it depends on your choice. Cut the finger off your boyfriend or you cut your finger and bring it to me," he said. His voice was soft but threatening.

"I'll cut off his finger!" she said without a second thought.

Luciano shifted his gaze from the woman to her boyfriend and he smiled with satisfaction at seeing the deep sadness, disappointment, and tears in her boyfriend's eyes.

"Give her a knife!" Luciano ordered one of the fierce men, and the man responded with an obedient nod.

The man passed the knife in his hand to her while the other fierce-looking men untied her boyfriend's hands and put his right hand forcefully on the small wooden table in front of him. He kept struggling, screaming in fear, but it was of no use cause those men gripped his shoulders and arms firmly.

Luciano crossed his legs, one hand folded over his chest and the other cupping his chin, putting his index finger to his lips, watching the woman rise from her knees and step closer to her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend kept begging her with his eyes not to cut his finger, but she ignored him. All she could think of right now was saving herself. He screamed in pain as she cut his index finger mercilessly.

She took the finger that was still bleeding and handed it to Luciano. "Here's the finger, now let me go!" she asked what he promised.

Luciano took the finger with a smile on his face and looked at the finger in his hand, then he turned his gaze to the man who gave her the knife, gesturing for him to grip her arms.

She was shocked, panicked when the man grabbed her arms, holding her arms behind her back. "Get off me!" she said, struggling, but it was no use. She was still in the man's grip.

Luciano stood up from the chair, walked over, and stood in front of her with his eyes fixed on hers.

"Tell him to get his dirty hands off me now!" she yelled. "You promised me you would let me go! I gave you the finger!"

Fear gripped her firmly, as Luciano skewered her with a lethal glare made her shut her mouth. "You really are a dirty bitch! He has given you his heart, his money, everything you want and you pay him back by cutting off his finger! I must punish you for your evil deeds!" Luciano said with anger and disgust in his eyes and voice.

Her face grew paler seeing Luciano's gaze turned cruel. "Fuck her now! Make this bitch beg for mercy!" Luciano told the fierce-looking men, and they replied with devilish smiles on their faces.

"No! Get off me!" she screamed, cried, struggled as the man who gripped her arms lay her body on the floor forcefully. Another man then came and gripped her legs.

She kept begging to be released, crying as the man greedily savored her nipples while another man tormented her pussy with his cock. She felt so much pain in her nipples and in her pussy, but she could do nothing but feel the pain and beg for mercy.

Luciano smiled in satisfaction watching her suffer, then he walked closer to the woman's boyfriend and crouched down in front of him, looking into his eyes. "You dared to steal that from me just because of that filthy bitch who doesn't even care if you die!" Luciano snapped at him.

That man is Luciano's employee who works for him. He stole Luciano's watch design and sold it to his rival at a high price for the sake of that woman.

The man cried. "I'm so sorry, sir. I shouldn't have done that," he said regretfully.

The anger in Luciano's eyes turned to pity. "Your heart hurts, doesn't it? To be hurt by someone you love the most. It hurts even more than a cut on your finger," he said in deep sadness.

The man fell silent, staring into Luciano's eyes. Somehow, he felt Luciano also felt what he felt.

Fear took over him again as he watched Luciano's eyes turn menacing. "I should have cut off all your fingers, but I let you go this time. Never dare to show your face in front of me again or I will do worse than this," he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

Luciano then stood up and walked out of the warehouse, leaving the man who was crying. The man was relieved that Luciano had forgiven him and deep in his heart; he was grateful to him for showing him the true colors of the person he loved the most.

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It was almost 10 pm when Luciano walked down the hall to the room where Emily's aunt was being treated. He stopped in front of the man in the black suit, who was standing near the door of the room.

He told the man to keep an eye on Emily without her knowing.

The man bowed politely to Luciano.

"What is she doing now?" Luciano asked him.

"Sir, she is sleeping."

"Has she had dinner?"

"No, sir. She didn't eat dinner."

Worry and anger took over Luciano. He then opened the door and entered the room while the man left the room.

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Emily's POV:

I opened my eyes, lifting my head from the bed when someone held my arm. My eyes widen in shock, my heart beat wildly in fear, seeing Luciano was standing next to me, gazing down at me with his sharp gaze.

He pulled my arm, making me stand up from the chair. "Where are you taking me?!" I asked in a panic as he led me out of the room. Not a single word came out of his mouth. He kept taking me with him.

We stopped near a black luxury sedan that was parked in the parking lot. He opened the front door of the car, put me in the seat like I was his thing, and closed the door.

He got in the car, sat in the driver's seat, and closed the door. Just as I was about to open my mouth to ask him, he grabbed the food box in the back seat and handed it to me. "Eat this now," he said sternly.

I looked away, looking ahead. I'm upset right now and I don't want to eat the food he gave me.

I gasped in fear as he grabbed my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. "I said eat this now or I'll fuck you now," he said in a deep voice. His eyes told me he meant what he said.

As I took the lunch box from his other hand, he released his grip on me. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he watched me obey while I struggled with my fears.

I opened the food box, which was still warm, and I saw chicken pasta inside it. I ate it as I kept looking down. I felt him keep watching me eat. I didn't dare look into his eyes.

He buckled my seat belt after I finished eating, then he did it to himself. My heart was beating uncontrollably as he started the car and drove the car, saying nothing to me. I'm so scared now I don't know where he will take me. I felt like a lamb about to be slaughtered.