"Aria, you had me hooked the moment you stood in front of me in the VIP booth back at Volt. Then you had me whipped when you were sprawled across my desk a panting mess." His lips brush mine and I want nothing more than to lean forward and close the...
My head is pounding. I want to open my eyes but they refuse. I slowly lift my head, my neck is stiff and sore from hanging. The next thing I sense is the smell. Moist and mouldy. And blood. Great.
Slowly my eyes start to open. My vision is blurry, the faint light above me doesn't help.
Groaning, I try to sit up in my seat, but I'm soon stopped. I feel the burn before I can comprehend it. A thick rope binds my hands behind the chair. My ankles tied to the legs of the chair.
Once I regain all my senses I look around the room. The faint sounds of dripping water comes from one of the corners of the room. Concrete covers all four walls of the room and the floor. The sight of mould growing in the top corners makes me cringe in disgust.
Dried blood stains the floor. They didn't do a good job of cleaning up, did they? I pull at the restraints again. They're tight, very. My fingertips are freezing from the lack of blood circulation.
I look up at the single light bulb hanging from an electrical wire and then over at the table in the corner, tools littering its surface, and a chair sitting next to it. I chuckle to myself.
"Typical torture room." I slump back in the metal chair. I finally take in my appearance. Do they really think they can embarrass me? They've taken my sweatpants and my shirt. I sit against the cool metal in nothing but my bra and panties.
I know what they're doing. They think by taking my clothes, it will make me weaker. They are wrong. So very wrong.
Heavy footsteps sound from overhead and they soon stop at the rusting metal door in front of me.
The lock clicks open and the door swings open revealing Lorenzo in all his fucking glory. He smirks at the sight of me, his eyes falling over my frame. I don't try to shrink away from his gaze.
"I look good don't I?" A small smirk plays on my lips. His face falls at my comment. He obviously thought I was going to be uncomfortable and tell him to stop staring.
"You're awake." He says, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
"Clearly," I respond in a bored tone. He stands in front of me, peering down.
"Do you understand what you have done?"
"Not a clue."
"You have almost single-handedly killed half of a single division. The division of men that I used to keep an eye out in Rome. All the men that you killed were my strongest in the field." His voice is stern. It's like he's trying to criticise a little child.
"Well, it's surprising that they were the strongest, seeing they were spending all their time ruining people's lives." I cock my head to the side and continue. "And they mustn't have been that strong, little me was able to take them down."
