Sold to the mafia

Madeline

I come to with my hair in my face. When I try to push it out of the way, I realize that my arms are pinned behind my back. I groan. I feel sore all over. Slowly, I open my eyes and experience a jolt of shock.

This can’t be happening.

Though I’m bent forward with my hair in my face, I’m able to distinguish my surroundings. I’m in a chair, in a dark room and it’s very quiet. Panicking, I struggle against my bonds, my fingers grazing against the rough material. Rope. Fuck! They tied me up. I pull harder, but I only succeed in burning my skin. It’s tied too tightly. Damn it! Tears flood my eyes. Nausea twists my stomach.

Please tell me this is all just a dream.

But it’s real. Very fucking real.

My mind is rushing with all sorts of doomsday thoughts. Who kidnapped me? Why was I kidnapped? And worse of all, what do they plan on doing with me? The latter thought terrifies me and chills my body.

Is it because of Zane?

I don’t want to believe it. Zane wouldn’t do something like this to me… would he? It’s a scary thought. If it’s true, it means I never really knew him all along. I try not to despair.

“Vlad, I have a gift for you,” a deep, familiar voice says, startling me. Up until that moment, I thought I was alone. I turn my head slightly to get a visual on who’s talking. My blood goes cold when I see who it is. Standing in a darkened corner is Garret with a phone pressed to his ear. He’s staring at me in a way that makes me want to writhe against my bonds and get the fuck out of here, but the fear is so strong that I’m paralyzed.

“What do you think, boss, eh?” Garret asks on the phone. “She’s older than what you’re used to, but she’s just your type.” Garret laughs and then adds darkly, “The fighting kind.” He smiles, a sick and disgusting sight that turns my stomach.

I can hear a voice on the other end and then silence, but Garret doesn’t respond and keeps staring at me with those dead, chilly eyes.

I go dizzy with terror. “Zane!” I yell, tears streaming down my face. “Zane, please don’t let them hurt me!” I shake violently in my chair, struggling in vain to break free.

Garret’s handsome face twists with rage and he walks over and backhands me in the face. I gasp with pain as my head whips to the side, and he snarls, “Shut up, you stupid bitch! That piece of shit ain’t coming to save your ass.”

The taste of metallic blood fills my mouth as stinging pain shoots through my face. Fuck, that hurt.

“Thanks to you, he’s good as fucking dead.” My heart stops beating. No. No!

Garret gives me a wicked smile at the look of confused distress on my face. “Yeah that’s right, bitch. Zane is dead because of you.”

“I-I-I didn’t do anything for Zane to deserve this,” I stammer. “Please don’t hurt him.

“Lying whore!” Garret backhands me again and I cry out with pain. Hot fluid pours out of my nose. Blood. “You saw us unloading. Ain’t no way we’re gonna let you live after that.”

“I won’t tell anyone!” I try to yell, but my mouth hurts so fucking bad. The small cuts sting, and I spit up blood. “I swear,” I say weakly as tears prick my eyes.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Garret chuckles evilly. “No amount of begging or lying is gonna save you, cunt. If you didn’t want to end up like this, you should’ve never got involved with Zane.”

I start sobbing incoherently. This isn’t fair. Not for me. Not for Zane. Not for anyone.

I feel a hand touch my shoulder, and my heart nearly stops.

Oh no. Oh God, no.

Garret chuckles at my terror, guessing my worry. “Don’t worry, bitch. We’re not going to rape you… yet. I gotta wait for the boss and the camera so we can give Zane a nice parting gift.” His fingers touch my chin and I rip my head away. He smiles down at me as he says, “I want him to be able to watch.”

“Fuck you!” I scream at the top of my lungs, no longer caring about what happens to me. At this point, I feel like I have nothing to lose. They’re not going to spare me, and I’m not going to give him the pleasure of seeing me beg for my life.

Garret laughs at my rage. “We’ll see how much shit you’ll be able to talk when I have my dick in your mouth.”

I sneer. “Fucking try it, and I’ll bite your dick off.”

“Fucking cocky bitch!” Roaring with rage, Garret shoves me and my chair topples over backward. My head slams against the floor, and I see stars. Through the pain I smile, pleased I made the evil fucker mad.

Garret lets out a snarl of frustration. “I can’t wait to fuck you, bitch,” he growls from somewhere above me. “You won’t be talking shit after I get done. You’ll be begging me to end your life.”

As defiant as I’ve become in this predicament, I don’t offer a response because I’m filled with terror.

When it’s obvious I have nothing else to say, he mutters something I can’t hear and leaves. I hear the sounds of footsteps, followed by a door closing. I’m left alone with my thoughts and the knowledge that I only have minutes or possibly even hours left to live.

Please God, help me! I plead within the depths of my mind. Please don’t let my life end in this way!

But God is either deaf or not listening. The truth is, no one is coming to save me. Not Katie. Not Daddy, and definitely not Zane.

I feel like there’s only one thing left to do.

I close my eyes and pray for the end to come swiftly.