Ivery Clark POV
Where am I?
What happened?
I whined as a sheer pain blasted my head. My body swayed back and forth from the constant motion. Where was I?
I put the pressure on my stomach then pulled myself back, trying to get up. The distant slap of water against a hard surface ringed into my ears. I opened my eyes to see a porthole in the steel wall of a ship.
I was walking on the beach last night and...
F***, did I just get kidnapped?
My mind began to race, flipping through negative thoughts and scenarios. Who had taken me? What did I ever do to them to receive this type of treatment?
I started to shake vigorously and my whole body trembling with the spasm while hot tears shed through my eyes. My body was in survival mode. I was on a ship out to sea, and there was no one coming for me. I was all alone.
Mom, Dad....I'm scared.
I need to get out of here.
The room was small. It just had the bed in the corner with nothing else. The door was probably locked that I'm sure of.
I looked at myself and I was quite messy, however I was still wearing the same clothes as the night before. I balanced on my feet and walked towards the door, trying to get the door open.
The handle wasn't budging at all. It was tightly locked in place. I tried to jiggle it, but it wouldn't move a single inch at all.
All the hope in me was dying. There was no escape in this hell hole. I searched the room but found nothing useful.
There was absolutely nothing. I was in a room with four walls.
A heavy pause filled the room like a last murmur of death. All I could hope for was to drown and die.
Before I had a chance to completely process the situation further, I heard the sound of the door opening.
"W-Who?" My voice trembled as I scooted back.
A man wearing everything black walked inside, a big gun hung on his shoulder. He had a thick black beard and animalistic eyes.
"Looks like we got a good catch here. What's your name, little girl?" He gruffed in a rough voice, taking steps towards me.
Who is he calling a little girl? I'm a full grown, 22 years old woman. But people do say I look much younger than my age, mistaking me for a teenager sometimes.
F***, now this is not the right time to think about all that. The middle aged man was taking threatening steps towards me, his eyes weirdly on me.
"Stay away or I'll hit you. I'm more violent than you think I'm." I yelled at him trying to muster up my courage.
To be frank, he terrified me, he was taking steps towards me, his heavy boots thumping with every step.
"Now that's rude little girl. I was talking to you nicely but you are a feisty one. You need to understand the rules don't you?" He growled animalistically, making me flinch, he was taking unhinged steps towards me.
No...No..
"I said stay away!!!" I stepped back in horror until I was on the bed, my back against the wall.
"Don't yell at me b*tch!" He grabbed me by my throat and threw me hard against the ground.
I let out a cry as I felt my bone cracking as I fell on the ground. The pain was unbearable like a big, heavy stone was slammed on me.
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Mafia's Den: Slave Girl
عاطفية"You're playing with fire that you can't control, Ivery." "I know the risks," I whispered, against his lips. He growled, low and dark. "No, you don't." His fingers lingered on my jaw, tracing a line down to my throat, sending a shiver through me. "I...
