'The secret to be Good, is to hide the Evil'
Maia Severino, a girl running from her past but stuck in a life she can't continue, doing anything to survive.
Carlos Marchetti, a man in charge, always knowing what to do next, always getting what he wa...
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I just want to put an extra warning on this chapter its quite extreme.
It's aslo some of my best writing if I do say so myself😙💅 Enjoy-ish.
Maia POV
I woke with a thudding headache, my eyes closed again at the dull pain. The back of my skull throbbed; I bit out a curse and moved my bloody hand to inspect the damage - except that it didn't move. Something was restraining my arms.
My legs too were immobilized, I tried to struggle my way out. Hopeless.
A violent impact of painful electricity streaking through my body calling forth a grimace of agony. The torture filling my mind. A steady dripping echoed all around the blackness, but it seemed to come from a single source. A runny tap, or a leak in the roof.
How long have I been out cold? My lips are parched, and hunger growled in my stomach. I crack open my eyes to better perceive how deep in shit I am.
A red-light flash recording my torture, blackness continuing to engulf me. A tremor of panic vibrated in my core.
I am blind, sightless, motionless, restrained. I am as good as dead, a lamb awaiting slaughter.
I try to wrench my arms free, but I feel narrow straps dig even further into my flesh. I cry out in pain and keep battering at the straps with my forearms. They saw in deeper and draw blood, but I was too far gone to notice it.
My every instinct forced me to fight this unseen enemy, to escape these bonds, to run free once again.
I snap my head back, the impact dizzying me for a moment. I hit the metallic table again and again with the back of my head, pounding away at my restraints.
I yell out, a shout mingled with fury and panic. The stuffy air invaded my mouth, causing me to gag. How hadn't I noticed before? The metallic scent of blood mixed with the stench of excretion. My strength is beginning to deplete; my poundings came at longer intervals.
A squeak from rusty hinges; someone else is coming in - or going out. "Hello Maia, nice to see you are finally awake" the familiar voice churning my stomach.
"No! No, no, no, no!" I scream shaking my head side to side. "Let me go!" I yell.
I try to cry for help from anyone but him; but my throat is raw from shouting and my lips were long deprived of liquid. A gasp bubbled from my lips when metal drags up my leg, the faint footsteps circling me.
"This will be a lot easier for you if you just tell us what we need to know" Carlos chuckles fully in control of everything going on. "I don't know anything!" I scream banging at the metal to be set free.
"So be it" he snarls the voice was crisp and cool, all warmth drained by lack of compassion.
His words had no time to register in my mind before a hard fist wrenched into my stomach repeatedly where it was already hurt. I cried out as bright illumination wormed its way through my eyes and into my brain, eating away at my nerves, biting them raw.
