The Darkside of the Bronx

Chapter 10

I woke up with a splitting headache. The smell of lavender and sweet pea filled the air. A plush red duvet covered me and I had to admit it was the most comfortable bed I'd ever been in. I threw up on the pristine offwhite carpeting and grabbed the water next to my bed. I stopped myself before drinking and sat the cup back down. Looking around the room the curtains were drawn. Red luscious curtains matching the duvet. The room was off white with gold trimming around the edge. I stood up realizing my shoes were gone and my feet felt plush underneath them. I wasn't wearing what I had been last night. I don't remember much with the splitting headache tearing through my temples, but I know this pink shirt and black shorts are not mine. I walk around looking for my clothes when I see a beautiful black Victorian dress in the closet. Red beads sewn in a rose pattern. Are they vampires? I think to myself and continue to look for my clothing. As I am doing this I check the door handle and as suspected it was locked. Walking to the window, I draw back the curtains to find they're bricked off. "The hell?" I curse out loud. The door handle behind me starts to shake, I walk to the nearest area where the person walking in will not be able to see me and pick up a letter opener. A maid in her sixties walks in carrying a tray of food and orange juice that looked tantalizing to my tastebuds. I sneak behind her and out of the door without her seeing. 

The dark mahogany flooring on the other side of the door and matching panel across the corridor greeted me. I looked up the staircase as I made my way across the giant house. Pictures hung across the walls of unfamiliar faces and not a single soul was in sight. The front door was calling to me as I crossed the rest of the house looking into rooms and watching for movement with my every move. By now the maid may have alerted someone and this was seemingly too easy. 

I got to the front door and it opened up to a wall on the other side. "Fuck, What kind of fucking mirror house is this?!" I yelled under my breath, not low enough because as I asked this question someone behind me spoke. 

"Not a mirror house, a torture house." He said with a sly grin.

"And who the hell might you be? Can't you people leave me be?" I said exasperated, flipping my unruly hair out from my face. 

"Well, we've met before. I'm Marigio." 

"Yes, Marigio, got it." I said sarcastically clicking my tongue and pointing my finger. "So, what are you going to do cut me up into tiny pieces and feed me to the fishes?" I continued with my sarcasm, chuckling.  

My brother Trey loved mob movies, I never understood why, but this scenario I was in now was a great opportunity to use the line. It got me missing the fucker. Hopefully I make it out alive to see him again and maybe even tell him about it. 

"Haha, yeah something like that." Marigio said holding his phone in his hand now. 

"Goina call me an Uber? Awe, how sweet" I feigned and stuck my hand over my heart. 

"Boss, she's awake. Yep. Got it." Marigio said and then hung up the phone. 

"Might want to get back to where you're supposed to be" Marigio said seriously

"Awe, shucks. Well, I'm supposed to be at work right now. So if you could just blow through this wall and let me out that'd be awesome." I said pointing toward the door

"Nah, you come with me or it will not be a fun time. You have a mouth on you don't you?" Marigio said grabbing for my arm

I held tight to the letter opener in my hand and kept my eye on him. He wasn't going to touch me. One of the things people have learned about me is that I don't like non consensual touching. I hate people, men and most of all men who touch women without their consent.