Always Romira

Chapter - 54

Akira

I feel eyes on me.

I am used to feeling Romero's gaze on me whenever I wake up after him. It's kind of our thing. If I am up before him it's me who gets the delicious treat of watching him sleep, sexy and completely undone. It never fails to send me waves of pleasure knowing only I get to have him like that. It's a powerful emotion, strong enough to drown me in it.

But this time it feels different and wrong, even my unconscious self knows these sensation are unwelcomed and revolts against it.

I come awake slowly, trying to piece the fragments of my memory together. I am lying on a hard mattress, in an uncomfortable position, there is a weight on me and I can smell something horrible as if something is decaying.

Is that flesh?

What the hell?

It doesn't take very long before events of earlier come crashing down on me.

I snap my eyes open, immediately a blinding pain in my head grips me and I moan in agony, with my eyes shutting back tightly.

It hurts so much.

I hold myself still and take a few steady breaths through the pain before trying again.

It's dark.

I blink a couple of times to adjust the eyesight but all I see is darkness. Panic starts tightening it's hold on me. What time is it? How long have I been out of it? I remember it was still day when I got in that cab and even on that highway the evening has just begun.

If it is actually night outside then it has been more than five hours since I am taken away.

Does anyone back home know that I've been kidnapped by some lunatic?

Romero, oh god, he must be going crazy with worry, he must be- No, he must be unconscious still. It was a heavy does they gave him it's unlikely he'd wake before tomorrow. Paul and other guards were with him when I left the apartment so no one would know where I have gone or with whom I have gone.

Does that mean no one knows I'm missing?

No, no no no.

My heartbeat increases.

This can't be happening.

Please God no.

Someone must realise it before it's too late. I don't know what that guy wants from me but he was unstable, I remember that creepy laugh, it sounded complete unhinged.

I shudder just thinking of it.

Then it clicks, Damon! Of course he would know. We were supposed to meet today and if I didn't show up on time he'd call and if I didn't answer either he will know something is wrong. He will right?

God, I hope he would.

I can only pray that he will find me.

But until that happens I have to try escaping as well, I can't stay here with that smell engulfing me.

I need to figure out the way to leave this place.

I check the weight on me, it's a blanket. I move my libs and find no restrictions so I'm not bound.

I freeze when I sense a motion by the corner, opposite of me and suddenly the room is filled with light. I squeeze my eyes tightly before reopening them, they directly connect to the man sitting on the couch that is positioned diagonally to the bed. He is sprawled on it with his legs spread wide, there is something in his right hand and other one is wrapped around the silver buckle, is that blood on it? I glance up to find the mask still on his face, his eyes on me, taking in my every action.