Sergio Agosta was a killer who hid behind a charming smile - but a killer nonetheless. He'd learnt the hard way that actions always had consequences. Which was why he was going after the one thing that would be his one and only shot at revenge - the...
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I lay in my bed, watching as the sky darkened. It was almost 2 in the morning but I somehow couldn't find it in me to get some sleep - quite shocking since I usually went to bed early. Sergio had been gone for the whole day and still hadn't returned home yet. Home. Was that what I was calling this place now? Had I already accepted my fate so fast? I thought that kind of shit only happened in movies. I had absolutely no sense of time and I was simply counting the days. I had no access to anything outside of this house and much less human contact than I was used to. I felt like I was going crazy. So far, no one had come to rescue me as I had hoped - so I was assuming that I had been reported as missing, and that was the end of it. My heart stuttered at the thought of staying locked up in here until I completely forgot what it was like to have an actual life.
Right at that moment, I heard the front door creaking open. My ears perked up as I heard the rumble of Sergio's voice. A part of me was oddly relieved that he hadn't died yet - maybe because of the fear that I would never be found if he was dead. I heard him argue with someone on the phone - something I assumed since I was sure that he wasn't crazy enough to talk to himself at 2am. At least, I hope so. Slowly, I got out of bed and tiptoed silently towards the door. The gentle hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room as I pressed my ear up against the door, trying to catch any tidbit of information that I could get from Sergio's conversation.
I heard him mutter something in Italian under his breath before he cursed and slammed an object down onto a solid surface. He growled lowly as his footsteps thudded up the stairs. I held my breath as I felt him stop near my door, his heavy breathing a straight give away. I could hear his feet coming closer, softly padding on the carpet. I couldn't even move from my spot since he would see my shadow moving from the slit under the door. My entire body tensed as his head hit the opposite side of the door with a dull thud. His breaths came out shorter, faster before he spoke up.
"Mi dispiace."
I'm sorry.
Sorry? What was he sorry for? Sorry for kidnapping me? Or for something else?
A thousand questions swirled in my mind as I forced it to slow down, force myself not to move from my place no matter how much I wanted to pound into his chest and ask him why me. Why he had picked me to torture and lock up. Why I couldn't just go back home and live my life in peace. There was utter silence from the other side - so much so that I thought he had gone back into his room. But I was wrong. I heard him let out a long sigh before his shadow disappeared from underneath, his footsteps becoming distant as he retreated back to his room, across from mine.
I let out the breath that I had been unconsciously holding in before I let my head fall back to the door with a thump. Fuck, that was close. I don't even know why I was so scared of being caught by him. I had said much worse to him and he hadn't done anything about it. It was ridiculous, really. I exhaled softly before I climbed into bed again, hoping that I'd be able to sleep now, at least.
