MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET

16: RAW BLOODY POWER

A week later

Hunter's basement,
03:21 pm

Sybil's body weakened, and her spirit started to fade as hunger gripped her relentlessly. Each moment without food felt like an eternity, her stomach empty, growling with an ache that seemed to consume her from the inside out. It was tough for her to even move.

She managed to go to the bathroom and opened the tap. She collected some water in her palms and splashed it over her face a couple of times. Collecting again she began to drink it.

It has been a week, and all she has consumed is water from the bathroom sink.

She saw food parcels being sent to other prisoners but not a bite for herself.

She wasn't fine, but at least wasn't passing out due to panic attacks as the lights of her cell were still on. No one has visited her, not even Dash, after the last confrontation.

While taking slow breaths, she walked back to her place and sat down on the floor. All she was doing was waiting for Dash to grab proof.

There were some noises before a couple of men entered her cell. They went straight towards her, which made her scoot backward. One of them bent closer and grabbed her forearm tightly.

" Don't touch me!" She tried to move his hand away from her only for the other men to grab her other arm and put her on her feet all barefoot.

" GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME." She yelled, having no effect on them.

Handcuffing her they dragged her outside the cell. " Where are you taking me? Where is Mr. Dash?" Her heart raced with fear as she got hauled away, her protests falling on deaf ears.

Her gaze fell on the people in the cells next to hers. Her lips parted, witnessing a bunch of people in each cell. They were all hopeless, all silent, all skinny.

She felt numb until the men stopped in front of a room. One of them opened the door and pushed her inside.

The room was different from the cell. There was a chair and a table under a single light.

She thought that she was left alone in that room but she felt a movement behind her. She wanted it to be Dash but little did she know who it was. She immediately turned to find Hunter standing there, facing the only window present there.

Taking the last drag he yanked his cigarette and faced her. His hand slid into his pocket as he began to walk to her. The sound of footsteps echoed ominously against the cold concrete floor.

"Sit." He spoke making her look at the chair located beside the table. She silently obeyed him, looking at the placement of the laptop on the table in front of her.

He approached her slowly, his menacing presence casting a shadow over her trembling form. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his steely gaze. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of her quickened breaths.

With a chilling calmness, he leaned in close to her face and spoke. "How long will it take you to open this pretty mouth of yours?" His voice held a dangerous edge, a warning of what was to come if she continued to resist. His thumb was caressing the area just below her bottom lip.

Despite the gravity of the situation,  Sybil couldn't help but flinch at his touch, a subtle recoil that spoke volumes of her discomfort with his proximity. Each contact felt like a violation, a reminder of her helplessness in the face of his power.

The tension in the room was palpable as he awaited her response, the air thick with the promise of consequences. His gaze lingered on her lips for a long moment before his gaze met her hopeless ones.