Elena;
I didn’t know how long I was left in here for. But I knew I have been in this dark room for as long as was enough to make me dehydrated and hungry as fuck.
As I sat on the cold marble floor in nothing but a T-shirt on me, my hands wrapped around my body, I shivered slightly.
The incidents earlier were like a blur to me.
I couldn’t help but think back at how my life had turned out this way. Locked up and starved in Angelo Fabian’s household.
I never would have imagined.
Of course. I had no idea what he planned to do to me. But if I could guess; Worse than he had already done.
Different surge of emotions enveloped me, as I stared up at the dark room.
Overthinking had always been my biggest forte, but at this point, it was all I had left.
To wallow in self-pity and paranoia.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as I suddenly thought of my mother and how I wouldn’t be in a position like this if she were to be alive.
Mom made sure I had everything I ever wanted and needed. She was ready to sacrifice her last drop of blood for me.
No way would she have approved of me working as a stripper in a club, nor acquainting myself with the likes of Angelo.
My lips trembled, as a drop of tear fell on my cheeks.
I had a lot to talk to her about, only if she was here.
“I am fed up, Mom,” I said softly, staring at the tiny flicker of light somewhere on the ceiling., hoping she was at least somewhere, or up there, watching over me. Hoping she was beside me at this moment.
“I am fed up… I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know who to talk to, mainly because I have no friends. you know I have always been a loner…. but one thing I still can’t fathom is how my life has spiraled out of control.. just like in the movies…” I chuckled softly, as I recalled how we had stayed up late most nights, when she was telling me stories, reading me a book, or watching a movie together.
However, all these came to an end as soon as they began. Ever since Dad began to hit her. Sometimes I couldn’t help but hate my Dad for what he does, but Mother always reassured me she was fine.
She always hid the bruises so I wouldn’t see them, even when she knew I had seen them all.
I could recall vividly praying I would not end up with a man just like my father, but at this point, I simply did not know what to make of my life.
Sniffing softly, I wiped a tear with the back of my hands.
“You might not believe it Mom, but yeah, I am someone’s captive now,” I chuckled, “And I fear he might do something bad to me soon.”
“You taught me to be strong and not take trash from anyone. But I don’t think I am that girl anymore. To think I was in this mess because I felt pity for Dad. But see where it got me.”
“I am a reflection of what I used to be.”
A picture of Angelo popped up in my head, and I frowned.
“He is arrogant, ruthless, and… well, what other word can I use to describe a man who uses me for a sex experiment?”
Yeah… and would you believe it if I told you I was dis-virgin by a fucking dildo controlled by equipment running with an engine
Hard to believe, but it did happen.
It did.
He did it to me.
And you know the worst part? I was beginning to warm up to him. To someone as despicable as that. But I just do not know how to get myself out of this mess.” My voice broke, unable to speak further, as fresh tears spilled onto my cheeks in fast waves.
I brought my hands forward, rubbing them over my face in frustration, just as I heard footsteps resounding out the door.
A click was heard and the door opened, as lights from out the hall reflected into the room.
I didn’t bother looking up, as his overbearing cologne drifting into my nostrils, announced his presence.
I wondered if he was here to force me to vomit words I had no clue about. Again.
I masked my expression, clenching my fists by my sides, not wanting him to know exactly how I felt about all this.
The heavy stomping of his shoes sounded closer as they neared me, each step making my breath falter and my heart rate quicken.
Suddenly he halted, just a few steps before me, and then crouched down to my level.
My head was tilted to the side, leaning against the wall. And I didn’t bother in the slightest to look at him.
“I don’t want to see you,” I said simply.
His finger lifted my jaw, and I moved my face away, causing him to grab my cheeks, forcefully raising my head.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his tone aggressive and blunt.
Even as that was the last thing I wanted to do, his hands on my face forced my head up.
Slowly, my eyes met his, annoyance creeping over my skin, as I watched a smirk curled up on his lips.
“If you are here to repeat the same question over and over again, you shouldn’t bother. I don’t have what you are seeking. So you can get the fuck out and leave me to die of thirst and hunger.”
My voice was hoarse and cracky, obviously due to dehydration.
He let go of my cheeks suddenly, and he glanced back, motioning to one of his men who stood at the door.
My eyes followed his trail, swallowing, as they rested on the bottle of water held in his hands.
Angelo took it from him and corked it open.
My throat and mouth suddenly became so dry, and I licked my lower lips.
I needed to drink. But I wasn’t about to beg for it.
“Are you ready to talk now, baby girl?” He asked.
I didn’t respond, and he probed further, still holding the already-opened bottle of water in his hands.
Motherfucker!
His brows raised, “What was that?”
I stared straight into his eyes, and with gritted teeth, flipping him the middle finger, I sneered, “Go to hell!”
“Nice to know you still have your flair, love. But we both know that is not what I want to know at this point.”
He grabbed my hair abruptly, pulling my head back as he leaned in towards me, “I’m a few seconds away from pulling the trigger into your skull. I’m gonna ask you one more time, sweetcheeks. What exactly did you do?”
Of course, he still doesn’t trust me even at this moment. And I doubt nothing I would say right now would make him see things differently.
He probably wouldn’t believe, it either way.
I spotted a shadow at the door, and Dominic stepped in.
“We found the snitch, boss.”