Zoey p. o. v
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, waiting. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights above. I’m trapped, unable to move closer to the door to listen for any sign of movement. My abdomen aches, and my chest feels like it’s suffocating me. I press my hands against my stomach, trying to calm my racing heart.
As I waited, the discomfort in my abdomen grew, and my chest felt like it was suffocating me. I pressed my hands against my stomach, trying to calm my racing heart.
“Baby, please, just hang in there,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the man in black loomed over me. He reached for the chains binding my feet to the bed and yanked them off, the metal scraping against my skin. I winced in pain as he grasped my arm, his grip like a vice.
“Get up,” he growled, pulling me off the bed.
I stumbled, my legs numb from hours of immobility. He dragged me out of the room, my feet scraping against the floor. I struggled to keep up, my heart racing with fear.
As he drags me out of the room, I’m met with a sight that makes my blood run cold. We’re in a spacious hall, the walls lined with cold, gray concrete. The air is thick with the smell of disinfectant and something else… something metallic.
My brain stopped.
“How did he…?” I whisper, my voice trembling. I feel like I’m going to collapse.
A sight I never imagined, I wasn’t shaken up before, but right now, I’m no difference from a leaf in a winter breeze.
“I told you I had a surprise for you, a special something to lift your spirit.”His words are laced with sadistic pleasure.
“That’s the gift, hopefully you guys bond well.”
The Alfonso women – Marco’s mom, Aunt Tricia, Aunt Valarie, and Camila-were all seated, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of terror and desperation. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.
It felt like all hope were thrown out the window.
How did he make this happened? How was he able to take these women into his custody?
It’s almost impossible to break into the Alfonso estate, nobody has been successful so far. But now?
“No…this can’t be happening,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
I was visibly trembling, my heart rate changed rapidly. I remain froze in my spot not being able to process what just happened.
Roman Vladimir came prepared, and that too in a deadly way.
The man in black shoved me forward, and I stumbled, my eyes locked on the women I loved. We were all hostages, trapped and helpless. I felt a wave of panic wash over me, my mind racing, the chances of escaping are slim now and survival is critical.
I saw the fear in their eyes, the helplessness in their eyes. And the pleading for me to be strong, I guess they didn’t know I was held too.
I knew I had to be brave, for them, for my unborn child. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of hope.
Marco, where are you? What’s going on? What’s this game about? I questioned inwardly, knowing I couldn’t say that out loud.
I trust Marco to come to our rescue, but he shouldn’t take too long. Every second is critical, I fear for what we might have to go through here.
The man who brought me here grasped my arm, his grip tightening as he forced me towards an empty chair. I struggled, but he was too strong. He shoved me down, and I felt a surge of fear as he wrapped chains around my wrists and ankles, securing me to the chair.
But it was what came next that made my blood run cold. He wrapped naked electrical wires around the chains, the metal conducting the electricity that could shock me at any moment. I saw the same setup on the other women, their eyes wide with terror.
His face expressionless as he stepped back to examine his handiwork. I looked around at the others, seeing the fear and desperation in their eyes. We were all trapped, bound, and helpless.
Marco’s mom, usually so strong and composed, was crying silently, her body shaking with sobs.
Aunt Tricia’s eyes were closed, her face pale, while Aunt Valarie’s gaze was fixed on me, her expression pleading for me to stayed strong for the baby.
Camila, young and innocent, looked like she was in shock, her eyes wide and unblinking.
“Welcome, Zoey. I see you’re getting comfortable.” Roman finally stepped out from the darkness that concealed him from our sight.
He wasn’t anything like I had imagined. I had expected a rugged, menacing figure, with scars etched into his rough-hewn features and tattoos snaking across his muscular arms.
But the man who stood before me was a stark contrast to that mental image. He was lanky, almost gaunt, with a slender build that seemed more suited to a marathon runner than a hardened criminal.
His face was smooth, unblemished by even a single scar, and his skin had a pale, almost aristocratic complexion. And then there was his attire-a tailored Armani suit, immaculately pressed and perfectly fitted, which gave him the air of a high-powered businessman rather than a ruthless gangster. The overall effect was jarring, like a discordant note in an otherwise harmonious melody.