DARK AND SWEET

Chapter Six

His heart was racing as pain surged through every part of his body. He groaned loudly and attempted to sit up, only to curse and fall back to the damp, cold floor.
Hands pressed against the concrete as he closed his eyes, grimacing at the pain. He pressed his cheek against the ground, the cold felt nice against his face.
Slowly he opened his eyes, taking in as much of his surroundings as he could. The room was dark and lacked natural light. You could hear water dripping from a loose pipe, echoing a steady, yet annoying sound as it fell into a growing puddle in the floor. The walls and the floor were made of pure concrete; no form of carpet or decorations was found.
He cracked his neck to see a faint ray of light coming from the near top of a set of crooked stairs. Carefully he sat up and began to stand but the clanking sound of a chain made its way to his ears. His stomach dropped and he glanced down at his feet. Two iron cuffs were tied around his ankle.
His heart sank, along with the titanic and whatever hope he had built up in escaping.
He fell back on his butts, his hands trailed the long chain that was connected to the wall. He frowned slightly and hissed, this was not okay. None of this was okay, he wondered what he had done to be put there, it couldn't be any of his workers nor would it be Charlie he trusted him so much.
Slowly his memory started coming back to him. A man on black, armed with a gun was in his home…..oh God what time was it?
He grabbed at his wrist but to no avail; his watch was gone. He specifically remembered he had it on that day.
Sighing he closed his eyes once more and made an attempt to remember what happened and all he could remember was the guy on black and him passing oh and he gone out for drinks was just arriving home when it all happened.
He didn't know the present day nor the present time and he found himself having a hard time trying to remember even his own name.
His attention lifted from the floor at the sound of footsteps. Two men descended the rickety set of stairs, slowly approaching him. He scooted as far as he could against the wall, wishing nothing more than to get out of there.
"You look very awful", The one on the left spoke first, his face etched in concern; genuine or not, he couldn't tell. He was a blonde guy.
The man on the right had dark black hair,shaved neatly on the sides but slicked back by hair gel on top, he recognized him immediately. He scrunched his nose up and turned to his friend, "wow, way to boost a man's ego, Carlos".
The blonde guy positioned himself in a squat and he takes note that the dark haired guy does the same. His back pressed against the wall he hisses in pain, groaning inwardly at the bruises that were beginning to form from his fall.
Gritting his teeth, he does all he can to keep his voice from cracking and dehydration the main cause of that. "What do you want from me?" He questioned looking intensely at them.
He didn't quite catch the hilarity in his question, but the dark haired guy smiled, chuckling softly at it while the other kept a straight face. His eyebrows connect as the one man smiles, "Actually we don't want you…."
"The boss does" the blonde finishes for his friend. If Matteo wasn't tied up he would have fucking puched him on the nose, he scoffed and looked intensely at the guy he had soft features with ocean blues that could draw you to him. "Hey you done staring?" Smirking, Matteo replied him with a fuck you but the guy just smiled and said "my name's Jose" he nodded pointing towards the other man, "and that's Carlos".
He ignored their introductions. If they were already telling him their names, he figured out that they had thought it important for him to know them; unfortunately, he wasn't planning on sticking around long enough to get to know their life stories.
Again he swallowed; with his eyes darting between them.
He saw the dark haired man, Jose, glance cautiously at his blonde friend. He inched closer to him. "We aren't gonna hurt you.."
"Too late", Matteo muttered, pulling his hand up to his head. Not only was the pounding caused by his lack of water and food, but also because of the knot that was beginning to grow on his forehead.
"You ran!" Jose strained. Carlos chuckled from beside him and started speaking for the first time since his earlier compliment.
"Do you remember anything?"
Matteo shruged , the demeanor they had approached him with wasn't screaming 'cold hearted killers'. It relaxed him a bit; well, as relaxed as he could get chained to the wall. He figured if he answered them and gave them what they wanted, they might let him go.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips, his memory like static. He began to shake his head 'no' but stopped; the world had begun to spin.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and he immediately flinched. "Sorry" Carlos mumbled.
Jose reached into his pocket and took out a granola bar, handing it to Matteo. "Eat slowly", he ordered.
Matteo took the granola bar but eyed it suspiciously. His eyes squinted as he rotated it on his hands. He wasn't exactly sure of what he was looking for, but he had seen it in movies. This was the part were they poison him and left him to convulse on the cold floor and die alone.
He tosses the bar back to Jose, watching as he fumbled it, allowing it to fall into a small puddle of water near his feet.
He scoffed, "nice try mother fucker but I plan on dying in a fabulous, overly dramatic way. I refuse to have a coroner look at my body and announce to the world that the cause of my death was a common granola bar".
"...Shame" a new voice tore his attention away from the men squatting before him. They angled their bodies away from him, all three pairs of eyes lifting to the top of the stairs.
The silhouette of a lady stood there and they all focused their attention on her as she made her way down the steps, " that sounds like a good way to go out ".