| DAISY |
A dirty towel is thrown my way, and I wrap it around my shivering body. I don't make eye contact with the man in front of me, I simply scramble to my feet and trudge along behind him.
He takes me down a long, winding hallway, before guiding me up some stairs. My eyes are stuck to the ground, watching my bare feet waddle along the concrete floor.
Each door that we pass through requires facial recognition from Mr Mystery Man. He must be someone important.
Not that I care.
He's blond, anyway.
"You're not as pretty as I expected." Blondy says. We're in an elevator now. Stood side by side.
"What?" I ask. My voice sounds broken. I don't recognise it.
"Vincenzo Vecellio is enamoured by you, I expected more."
It's a simple sentence, but it rings loud in my ears. Vincenzo Vecellio is enamoured by me. Not was. Is.
He's still alive.
"Where is he?" I ask, ignoring the blatant insult to my appearance.
It's at this point I turn to look at him. Blondy just smiles and stares ahead. He looks young, maybe only a few years older than Vito, he's not terribly ugly either.
"Vecellio is fine," the man responds, "you'll be seeing him very soon if all goes to plan."
I furrow my brows.
What an odd thing to say.
Swallowing a lump, I force myself to ask more questions. "What do you want with me?" My voice shakes as the words leave my lips, "why did you bring me here, I'm not involved in any of this."
He scoffs at me, laughing like my words are ridiculous.
"Not involved," he smirks, "you're more involved in this than I am."
His ominous words rattle with my mind, making me evermore confused by this entire situation. If I weren't so hurt and traumatised by everything I've been through, I would probably question him more. Unfortunately, I don't have the energy left for more questions.
I have bigger things to worry about.
Like keeping myself alive.
The rest of the journey is in complete silence, I keep my head low as I trudge slowly behind my captor. We're walking through bigger, cleaner hallways now, occasional chatter audible through certain doors. I don't lift my head to look. I just keep walking.
"Agata." Blondy's voice rings out as he comes to a stop. He has one of those voices, like nails on a chalkboard. Just hearing him speak makes me wince.
"Ah, Gianni!" The woman responds, pulling the man into a hug. Her sudden appearance rips my eyes from the floor, curious to know what woman could possibly surround herself with these monsters.
"Who do we have here?" She asks, her accent thick. She's an elderly woman, shorter than me but with grey hair and strikingly dark eyes, "What's your name, dear?"
I glance between her and Blon- Gianni, before muttering a reply.
"D-daisy," I say, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible.
"She'll need some clothes," Gianni interrupts, his voice void of emotion.
The woman gushes at us, and rushes me into the next room, leaving Gianni behind. Closing the door behind us, she plods over to wardrobe, ripping it open and staring quizzically at the contents.
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Skyscrapers Fall |18+|
Romance"Are you gonna be a good little slut for me and keep quiet?" He rasped, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, reaching down to his waistband. "Good," he purred, his teeth grazing against my ear as he spoke...
