The Moon And The Stars

CHAPTER 26

2 days. 2 fucking days I've been here. Just sitting in a dark little cell like a lab rat. I've been given a few glasses of water and that's it, and I can feel my body getting rapidly weaker as the hours go by.
Although I have the company of Annabella, she's rather quiet and I don't blame her. The guards watch out every move and are almost as big creeps as Anton.

I hear the metal door creek open and I don't bother looking up, I'm too exhausted. I hear the heavy footsteps walk towards my cell and the sound of keys rattling gets my attention. I lift my weary head and see a man undoing my cell, he unlocks the padlock and walks inside, roughly grabbing my forearm and dragging me to my feet. I wince as he digs his bony fingers into my skin and a whimper leaves my lips. This only makes him clutch my arm harder as he continues to drag me out of the dark room and down the eery corridor into another room.

I feel my stomach drop when I see what's inside. It's an empty room with a chain hanging from the ceiling, a metal table and chair facing the chilling sight. I weakly struggle as the man brings my arms up and ties my wrists to the end of the dangling chain. I let out a hiss of pain when the chains dig into my wrist as I'm left dangling, my feet barely touching the hard ground.

The man leaves and to my horror Anton walks in, flanked by two burly men. Her smirks when he sees me at sits on the table, his beady eyes looking down my body like a piece of meat.

"You're going to help me my little deer," he breaks the silence.

I look up at him with a tired expression, "I think we both know that's not happening," I whisper, my every movement sending pain shooting down my body.

He laughs and pulls on a lever, causing the chains to lift, carrying my body with it, leaving me completely dangling as he walks over to me and punches me in the stomach.

My body flinches at the harsh touch and his lips curve into a cruel smile, "We both know you're not some dainty little princess, you can take it and you will take it if you don't answer my questions and give me the information I want,"

I squeeze my eyes shut as tears threaten to spill out, not from pain, but from pure exhaustion and despair. "Tell me where Luca is," he says simply, looking at me expectantly.

I almost scoff at his stupid question. "I don't know," I reply honestly,

"Liar!" he yells at me, his face going red as he brings his leg up and kicks me in the stomach again.

I cough up blood as my stomach takes yet another hit, "How am I supposed to know where he is? I've been here the last few days," I rasp, blood trickling down my chin.

"Don't talk back to me you bitch," he snarls, slapping me across the face.

He needs to find more creative ways to torture people. Slapping and kicking is child's play.

I glare at him and he takes my chin roughly in his fingers, "Tell me where your stupid fucking husband is, I want him to pay for what his father did," he spits in my face,

"I don't know where he is," I whisper, bracing myself for another hit to the stomach. It doesn't come. I open my eyes and see Anton bringing a knife out from his pocket and before I realise what's happening he slices my cheek open. I hiss at the sudden sharp pain and stinging as hot blood begins to fall down the side of my face.

He uses the knife to lift my chin up to him, pressing the tip of the blade into my skin, drawing out droplets of blood. "Do you want to know why I call you my little deer?" he asks in a dangerous voice,

I don't answer and he presses the tip of the blade further into the bottom of my chin, digging it deeper into my skin. I let out a whimper of pain and he smirks at me, "It's because that's exactly what you are. Deers are weak, they're fragile, they live to be hunted and dominated, to be eaten by someone much stronger than them. And that's exactly what's I've done to you. I've hunted and dominated over you, and now you're hanging from my ceiling like the piece of worthless meat you are,"

"Fuck you Anton," I say in a quiet voice, trembling from my anger as my blood begins to boil. How dare he compare me to a piece of meat, to prey waiting to be hunted.

He smiles another cruel smile at me and pulls the knife out of my chin, wiping the blood on my cheek, digging the side of the blade painfully into my open wound. "I am going to make your life hell. And I want you to know that it's all your little husbands fault, his fault for trying to take me down and destroy my name, you disgusting little bitch. You are going to tell me where it is if it's the last fucking thing you do with your pathetic little life," he snarls at me, before turning around and walking out of the room, leaving me alone.

I let my head fall as tears begin falling down my face, mingling with the blood already permeated on my skin. My shoulders shake as sobs escape my mouth, each one sending more pain through my body than the last.

How the hell did my life end up like this? Chained like a fucking animal in the house of a man who wants nothing else but to cause me harm. What did I do to deserve this? Is it karma from all those years ago when I tried to end things, and now I have someone else doing it for me?

I feel the skin of my wrist break and I yell out in pain as I feel the chains digging into my flesh. I try grabbing the chain with my hand to pull myself up slightly, attempting to change the position of the chains on my wrist, but it doesn't work. Another yell of pain leaves my body as it feels like my entire body is on fire, waves of pain coursing down, through me.

I try going limp to relieve my body of the burden of holding itself upright but nothing works. Nothing I do helps to escape the pain and I'm left hanging like the piece of meat Anton so obviously sees me as, hanging like a claimed piece of game in someone's cellar, in their control and their control only, my life and body in their hands. And I hate it.

I hate every second of it. Every second of excruciating pain makes my heart long for Luca more. Every minute becoming more unbearable than the last and I feel all hope and emotion slowly leave my numb body.

As more blood drips down from my wrist and from my cheek, my vision gets blurrier and blurrier, black spots clouding my vision as my head gets heavy.

A small whimper leaves my lips, "Luca," a lonely tear makes it's way down my bloodied face, "Where are you?"

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I feel so bad for my baby my heart actually hurts sm 😩

Chile anywayyyy, how are we liking Adelyn's time being kidnapped?

It's currently 11:30pm and I should rly be studying for a test I have tomorrow but I gave up and decided to wing it so wish me luck,

I'll probably update again tomorrow, if not then Friday,

Anyways, have a good day/night and remember don't be a quiet reader!!

Abi <3