A traumatic event places Mia Martinez in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Trying to run from her problems, but instead running into a whole set of new ones by the name of Giovanni Luciano.
Giovanni became the Don of the Italian Mafia at the age o...
AN| This chapter is dog shit. I'm getting impatient. I want to get to the plot of the story already.
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Chapter Ten
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I don't know how much longer my body will survive. I can feel the toll of it all causing me to slip, and slowly become deranged.
The cold concrete floor is starting to make my skin feel burnt. Every time my legs or arms scrape across the ground it feels as if it's being pulled off my body.
The darkness surrounding me, for what feels like days, has decreased from how long my eyes have had to adjust. At first it was complete blackness, but with the lack of light my mind is fucking with me. Sending streaks of light across my vision.
The lack of food and water is doing the worst damage to my body. Only receiving a tiny sandwich and a tiny bottle of water once a day.
I used to smile every time I received one because they reminded me of Nico's sandwich. That time feels so long ago, but it's only been a few days. I think.
I can feel my stomach starting to eat itself. My muscles disintegrating slowly due to starvation. My hair has just started falling out from being malnourished.
It seems they're keeping me on the edge of death, but not letting me go over.
The oxygen slowly decreasing, becoming consumed from the toxins in my urine on the other side of the room. The reminder is demeaning and brings a new set of tears to my eyes as I recall the humiliation of it all.
My knees are drawled to my chest as sit in what I assume is the middle of the room. My other senses are heightened from not having the ability to see. Every sound that comes from outside the door is loud, and the screams of people next door sound as if they are in the room with me.
I can't believe they would leave me here to die. Did they forget about me?
Where is Nico?
Bringing my palms to my eyes, I hold them there while warm tears flood my eyes. Everything went downhill too fast. Finding out the Mafia is a real thing, and my family is in it. Being kidnapped by the Italian Mafia boss, so he can kill me.
None of it feels real.
Oh, but it is.
The palm of my hand racks the side of my head to void that annoying voice. It's my own, but it feels as if it's not. My first time hearing it was just a few hours ago.
I'm losing my mind. I can feel it. Being in complete silence for days, it's as if my subconscious created someone for me to talk to. Except that someone is a bitch.
