Chapter 34: The Mafia's Slave Wife

Subdued, whimsical organ playing in Lord Storm's dark room, A slowly burning incense and its smokes was faintly seen with the aid of the moonlight, the organist could barely see the keys, but he'd dare not press the wrong key, All to sooth his disturbed soul, To put a sleep in his eyes.

Whilst he laid on his bed, and trying to get off Juliet's agony off his chest, she must have really suffered too, since he had really suffered from Barton.

His subconscious state of mind took him to that very day in Barton's territory, he had been starved for four days,

No water, just in a cold and freezing cell and he was brought out into that cold, He was stripped totally, He stared at the monstrous Barton, with a weed in his mouth, whilst he smokes profusely.

"Will you be my puppet yes or no !" He said, his expression was filled with villainy intents,

"Never will i work for you after killing my parents and going ahead to hold me in your hostage; just fucking kill me !" He yelled at Barton's viciou