Two complete opposite. Two wondering souls looking for a place to belong.
Gianna, 18, is a fragile girl who is longing to be loved. By anyone, brother, father even lover, she is just looking for someone to fill that void she is trying so hard to...
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My eyes burn form the light shinning in them, I groan rolling over but I don't move, instead my hands are stuck. I open my eyes to find a white lighting shinning down on me and metal pressing firmly against my skin.
My surrounding become more clear and I realise I am tied to a chair. My breathing increases as I become more and more aware that Mateo is not here. That he cant protect em from a fate i've outran for so long.
my grip rope around my wrists tightens as I try to move, as my body squirms against the metal to realise my body but the more and more I try the worse the rope burns my wrists. The burn isn't the burn i want to feel, the burn I crave from Mateo, this is light poking me with a hot rod, a burn that can break your soul.
The more I panic the harder it is to breath, then I hear footsteps. Harsh, strong sourcing footsteps from behind me then a hand trails across my shoulder and up my arm. My blood runs cold, cold as ice as I lock eyes with him.
My heart drops and I jerk my body away but the ropes just tug on my wrists as I cant seem to get away, he slowly moves around the chair as if he was stalking his prey. He had me where he wanted me and this time I had no one to protect me, his obsession was going to be fulfilled and I cant seem to get away.
His eyes are dark, they hold a cold presence as they stare into mine. No form of a life, a soul lingers inside them and I flick them away as he slowly trials his hands down my arms as they tug the rope. It unravels on my wrists, like magic they unravel and my hands are free.
My mind runs to Mat, I wonder if he is worried. Hell I know he is, I just want him to move on after this, after he finds out about what has happened to em he can live with himself as none of this is his fault. This was a destiny I have had since the day I stepped foot into that ball room month ago.
I stand from the chair, on shakes legs. Standing on my own, moments later I am slammed abasing the wall, his chest pressed firmly against my back, the cold surface as of the concrete walls as I breath. Screwing my eyes shut as I feel his breath on my skin.
I scream, emptying lungs of all the air.
Jolting awake my voice is hoarse and my breathing is shallow, my mind replying everything in my head over and over again as I shuffle quickly sitting up with my back against the head board. Unaware, my screen came from my voice in real life and a concerted Mateo is beside me as she sits up watching me.
"Gianna, what happened." he asks and I frown climbing out the bed, I shuffle away from him that fast I fall and hit the floor. "Gianna." he ask.
Then the door opens and I gasp bolting off the floor, I jump onto him and wrap my arms around his neck, "please don't let them take me." my voice is low, a whimper as I whine into his neck. My legs wrapped around his waist as my arms are around his neck, the sheets are bunched between us as footsteps approach us.
