My existence has felt akin to that of a captive. My father, a powerful mafia leader from Eastern Italy, shielded me from the outside world not out of love, but due to a twisted belief - my innocence was his prized possession, a tool for bolstering his reputation. He feared I'd escape or compromise my purity with someone from a different world, which was highly valued in our community. The idea of marriage was supposed to be a new beginning, a chance at finding someone who might be different, someone who could potentially protect me from the darker aspects of our reality. But on the fateful night of my wedding, all hope for a happy ending shattered, leaving me emotionally numb. Now, all I can think about is avenging the pain that was inflicted upon me.
