"There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors."
- Adrienne Rich
. . .
Leyla
His room was dissolved into darkness with just a little light coming through the translucent curtains on the large window he had.
He laid me down on his bed, turned, and walked to a door.
I stayed there, frozen.
Was he finally going to do it?
I could barely breathe. I thought about running, but I knew there was no running from him - from them.
He came back soon. From the tickle of light in the room - I could see that he was half-naked with just sweatpants hanging on his hips. He had taken his dark brown hair out of the messy ponytail it had been in. I could see the dog tag around his neck, too.
He approached the bed. I clenched my eyes shut.
He laid down beside me, my back facing him, and pulled me to his chest, his one arm over me. I could feel the firmness of his body on me, could feel the power of it.
"I'm not going to fuck you," he muttered. "I'm not going to fuck you till you are begging for it with your cunt so fucking wet it drips down your thighs." I gasped quietly at his words, feeling a small unfamiliar tingle between my thighs. "Then, I will make you scream, Piccolina." His lips brushed against my neck, breath hitting it softly and the tingle intensified. "That's a promise."
Why was I not feeling threatened? I should have been sobbing at the possibility of him having sex with me, but I found myself pressing my thighs together.
He chuckled. "Someone's a little needy. Sleep, baby. You look as tired as me."
I closed my eyes and eventually, my heart slowed and my body melted into his warmth, unable to resist. He was my captor but at this moment, I could have easily mistaken him as my lover - someone I was willing with, someone whose closeness I craved.
. . .
I woke up on him. Literally.
I was in his arms, sleeping on his chest. He had his one arm around me. His other hand held his phone.
He looked at me. "Five hours." He sat up, putting his phone down. He grabbed the back of my neck. "Why didn't you sleep last night, Leyla?"
"Nightmare," I muttered the most convincing lie. But, I never had nightmares. I never had dreams, either
I used to have vivid dreams when I was younger - which were a source of inspiration for my poetry. But they were gone."Liar," he muttered. "Why didn't you see last night?"
"I was reading."
"Liar."
Did he know?
His grip tightened just a little. "I will find out soon enough, baby. Nothing happens here which I don't know."
I did not say anything - too scared.
He let go of my neck and got off the bed with me still in his arms. He did not need to carry me.
He walked out of the room. I hid my face in his neck as people passed by us. This was embarrassing.
He walked inside an unfamiliar corridor and opened a door.
Fabiano, who was sitting behind an oversized desk, with a laptop on it, looked up at us.
"What do you want Gio?" He sighed.
"A little less sass in those words."
Giovanni sat me down on the desk. I looked up at him.
He cupped my face. "Let's go out of lunch, hm? I'll go change while you both can decide where we are going to eat."
Out for lunch? Could I escape? Probably not. But going out would be amazing.
I nodded eagerly. He kissed my forehead and walked out of the office.
I got off the desk and turned, looking at Fabiano.
He closed his sleek black laptop. "You want to go out?"
I nodded. "Yes."
He hummed. "Okay. Come here. There are some rules."
Why did there have to be so many freaking rules?
I walked closer to him. He pushed his laptop away carelessly and sat me down on the desk. He kept his hands on my wait. Could he feel the little extra tummy I had? It was an outcome of eating too many pastries at the bakery which was near the library I used to work at.
"You will hold my or Giovanni's hand when we are walking," he said. "No running off on your own. Try to escape and we won't ever let you go out again - that's a promise, Leyla." His hands moved up and down my waist. "Be a good girl and we can go out every other day for lunch or dinner."
Every other day?
I nodded. "Yes."
He hummed. "You didn't have breakfast."
"I was sleeping," I mumbled.
"No more skipping meals, okay?" He picked me up and sat me down on his lap.
I nodded. "Okay."
Anger flashed in his eyes for a moment but then their emotions were guarded once again. "You're here for a long time, Leyla. You need to speak."
I gulped. "What do you want me to say?"
Before he could answer Giovanni was back. "Let's go."
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