Lost in the Depth

Devil's Breath

Rayna

I'm woken by a harsh punch across my face. What the fuck. 

My eyes snap open and my head whips around as I try to register where the hell I am. My surroundings are stone, dirt and wet glass. I'm in what seems to be an abandoned factory. I can tell it's raining outside because of the wall of glass that the rain is splatting on. The ground is a dirty stone that appears as though it hasn't been cleaned in centuries. There's a single door opposite to the wall-sized window. I would go to it if I wasn't tied up to a very uncomfortable wooden chair in the middle of the room. And also if the leader of the Corsican mafia wasn't right in front of me.

"Finally, you're awake. I was beginning to think you were dead from all the drugs you took at that club," Madeline Monet smirks. She had me followed. How, I don't know. I mean, yes, she knows I go to NYU but she doesn't know where I live. Me and Alessia made a stop at my house before going to the club. She must've tracked me from the college, though I thought me and Alessia were cautious enough.

I open my mouth to speak but then I realise that she's taped it. The fucking bitch is so dead when I get out of this rope. Since I can't speak- or curse, more like-, spit or flip her off, I decide to shoot daggers at her with my eyes.

She's unfazed by my glaring and she simply laughs. While she throws her head back and cackles like the witch she is, I get to work on getting my hands out of the rope. See, the number one lie that you see in movies is throwing the chair back so it breaks. I've tried it and believe me, it almost always stays in tact and you just end up with a back and headache that makes it easier for your kidnappers to bash you.

My mom taught me a method to get out of even the tightest ropes, and I mentally instruct myself on how to do it now.

"Oh don't look so mad dear. Did you really think you could outrun us forever? Well my idiot guards maybe, but me? Oh no, I don't think so."

I stay still, hoping, praying that she doesn't know what I'm doing. I'm slick but this woman is slicker. 

"Won't it just be so sad for your soldiers to find their brand new Donna dead in a ditch somewhere?" 

"Pathetic that you barely even lasted a week after dearest mommy died. Oh that reminds me, how is Rowena by the way? Is she enjoying her grave?" She cackles again, clearly taking a moment to appreciate herself.

This woman need to sort her shit out because her sense of humor is whack.

But the insult to my mother really wakes me up.

"I just wanted to see you before you're dead. See, even though I don't plan on torturing you, because I'm a merciful woman, I do have something quite entertaining planned for you. Oh wait, scratch that, I do kind of plan on torturing you but purely for information."

"I noticed you've taken quite an attraction for my son, as appose to your usual bickering and loathing. I was rather shocked to see that he feels the same about you as well actually."

If I could speak right now, she would so be getting it. I'll have her know that I feel nothing but hatred for Antonio, and even if I did feel something, it's none of her damn business. She never took an interest in his life before, so why start now?

"Go fetch him," Madeline says to her bodyguard.

He silently exits the room to go get Antonio I presume. If I ever did like him at any point, that shit's gone now. The backstabbing, two-faced suck up sold me out. Sure I deserve it for what happened years ago, but I mean it's not like he loved her anyway. And I thought he had put it all behind him with the way he's been acting for the last few months.