Cleo Miranda Adams is a part-time clerk at a small antique shop and an aspiring guitarist. Music has been part of her life since birth. After a tough loss, she focuses on building a name for herself and doing what she loves.
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Three days later...
Coldwater splashes on my face, jolting me awake. My eyes burn. After blinking a few times, my vision straightens. I'm in a dark room that smells like stale beer.
I try to move my hands but they are restrained on the chair I sit on. What the hell? How did I get here? I begin to panic while I try to piece together my night.
I went to the bathroom, and then... Brandon. How long have I been here? Where's Chris? Does he know I'm missing? Of course, he does. The man can't keep his hands off me.
The reality of my situation begins to seep in while I try to get my hands free and scream. I hear creak. I see a man dressed in black smoking and eyeing me. I feel violated under his gaze. "Buongiorno cara," my eyes set on the same black ones from last night.
"What? What is happening?!" I just got up and my frustration is already tormenting me.
The snake chuckles and comes closer. He leans over to meet me eye-level. His cold hand grips my chin, twisting my face side to side. "You're a pretty one. Chris always did like the pretty ones," he smirks.
I spit in his face. I don't want to be here. Brandon just wipes his face. Sadly, the smirk doesn't go with his face. "He liked the feisty ones too," he chuckled before gripping my chin harder.
"How long have I been here? Chris is going to find me and make you wish you were never born," I grit out. This man is insane. "What do you want with me?"
"Isn't it obvious, princess? Moretti took the only family I had left from me. Now I'm returning the favour," his face matched his voice. Grim. "As for the time, you've been here for three days."
I've been away from Chris for three whole days? "What are you gonna kill me? You'll go to jail!" I scream at him, but he doesn't flinch. He just chuckles.
"I'll be back tonight, bella," he says before walking out, slamming the door behind him. I don't know about you, but I don't want him to come back tonight, or ever.
Sobs wrack through my body as I send up a silent prayer, "Please let Chris find me in time."
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Hours later, I hear the door open and I slowly lift my aching neck to see the sicko return with a plate of food. "You need to eat."
"I don't want your food." My stomach takes the inopportune time to growl.
He hears my bodily noise and smirks. "Fine by me," he shrugs. "But you are gonna need it."
"Let me go," I sob. I just want to go home. I want to run in his arms, not sit here tied up with this psycho.
"But we haven't had our fun yet," he says in a suggestive tone. My head snaps up. I see him undoing his belt. No no no.
"Please, you don't have to," I plead as hot tears run down my face. His smirk only grew. This man is mentally unwell. He gets off at my desperate plea. I tried to get my hands free but the rope is too tight. My wrists must be chaffed by now.
He walks closer to me. No, this can't be happening. "Moretti is responsible for my sister's death. I am merely going to break you. You will return to him alive, but you will be dead inside. Broken. He will see his damage, and live with it every day, as I have done for the past two years. My sister's death must be avenged. Then, and only then can I rest in peace," he grips my hair, pulling my head back.
I try with all my might to fight but he wouldn't move. My tears are uncontrollable at this point. "Please," I continue to beg.
Then I feel a sting on my cheek. "Shut up!" his eyes looked completely black.
His trailing finger down my cheek makes me freeze. His touch is cold and cruel. Not like Chris'. "It'll be quick," he said as his hand travelled down my neck, gripping the front of my dress. When I hear the material tear, I stop breathing and tears roll down my cheeks. This man is a monster.
There was no escape. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Chris, as his fingers explored my naked chest. I imagined his voice. I imagined his hands. I imagined his blue eyes piercing into mine as he took me to the moon and back.
I dare not open my eyes. I feel dirty. I feel his breath on my exposed chest. I feel his tongue on my skin. I even hear him moan at the taste. Eww. I felt him trail kisses down my neck and shoulders when I hear a door bust open.
I feel hope rush through my veins when I open my eyes. My heart bursts when I see him. His eyes held relief when he saw me, but it soon changed when his eyes set on my appearance and Brandon. "Chris," my voice broke.
"Moretti!" I hear two sets of footsteps outside. My heart cracks when I see Gia and Mateo. "Oh my God!" Gia barrels towards me. I'm saved!
Brandon is too scared to touch her when two growling men corner him. "Babe. talk to me," her soft hands held my face. She covers me with her coat before untying the rope, freeing my sore hands. I practically crush her in a hug when she comes in front of me.
It's over. It's finally over!
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We can breathe now. What are yall views on the climax?
