Mafia's Obsession [18+]

26.

Sofia

I don't know how long I have been here. Maybe hours, but sure as hell it feels like days. My body fatigue and cold. My mind numb and hazy. I want to lie down. I want to stretch my aching muscles.

I try to focus on things that happen outside this dungeon. Things that I should appreciate more when I get my freedom back. The city streets of Sicily, the abstract arts in my mom's gallery, my massive walk-in closet, my beloved Louboutins, my liquors.

I'm going crazy and I know it's just his intention. Xavier is nowhere to be seen since our encounter yesterday or the day before that. I don't know what day and time it is. I'm so exhausted of being tied for so long. This chair is bolted to the floor, so I can do nothing but sitting upright.

This is totally torturous. Physically and mentally.

The uncertainty that no one will come to get me. That no one knows where I am. What if they believe I was dead? What if they give up on me?

The basement makes me feel claustrophobic. And I feel like I am on a brink of delirium.

When I'm sure I can't take it anymore, Xavier strides into the basement like nobody's business. It's the first time I see him dressed in formal suit. He looks like he just attended a meeting or some sort.

My eyelids are so heavy and I barely register his footsteps as he comes closer to me.

He kneels in front of me, using his blade to cut off the ropes around my ankles, then doing the same thing with the ropes around my wrists. As much as I want to kick his groin or punch his face, I don't have the energy to.

Hell, I nearly fall off the chair, if not for his hands steadying me. I hate that I am so weak. But again, I'm not born to this kind of life.

"You want to beg now, mami?"

"Fuck you." I am seconds away to pass out, so I think I'll say nice things to him.

Xavier laughs like I just tell him a funny joke. He's going to hell for this. "You are really something, Sofia. But I'm afraid I have to pass on the offer."

This lil shit.

I force my eyes open, trying to pull away from his hold. "If you ever dare—"

"I'm disappointed that you think so lowly of me." He cuts me off, frowning in disappointment.

My head is pounding and I don't have any remark left in me to spite him. I try to stand on my feet, but my body sways as I feel the room spinning. His hands are the only thing that keeps my face from kissing the ground.

"Come on. You need to eat and drink." He says, but I can hardly stand, let alone walking straight. I'm dizzy and so tired. God, I bet I look horrible.

Before I decide to sit back down or let my body pass out on the floor, I feel strong arms around my back and the back of my knees. My body's floating above the ground and it takes me a minute or two to realize that Xavier is carrying me across the room like I weigh nothing.

I close my eyes and count the steps he takes for us to get out of this dungeon. I stop counting after eighty. When a fresh air fills my lungs, a sign that we have left the underground prison for good.

✖️

The next time I open my eyes, I am lying on the bed with iv line in my arm and new clothes on my body. My stomach growls loudly, but somehow I feel a lot better.

I move to sit against the headboard, looking out the windows before me. It's already nighttime and I still don't know how many days have passed.