Proclivity #2

𓆩5𓆪: 𝘗𝘢𝘣𝘰

I would rather be trampled over by a bull than be here any longer.

I woke up not too long ago, oh just mere five hours ago. It's too early and no fucking one is attending to me!

I found myself sleeping in a bed, in a room too good to be given to a person who was found trespassing on someone's territory. My clothes were still on me, good thing and my weapons were still off me, worst thing.

I looked around for any clues, any hints, any message, any idea, anything, to give away where I was, but found nothing.

What was worse was my ring was gone. My fucking ring was gone.

The only thing that could have saved me, was gone. They took it.

I felt my heart constrict and not because of the fear of me dying, but because of the fear of me disappointing papa.

Hernando must have let him know and he must be on his way to Italy now, so angry, so disappointed and so ready to kill someone while my poor mother would be calming him down as she cried.

It was not a good sight to imagine.

I had tried everything to get out of here. The windows were locked; a bullet proof glass on each of them, so throwing a chair at it didn't work. The door was locked too and me banging against it till my hand turned red achieved me nothing.

I had gone to sleep after two hours of trying but woke up hearing the sound of the door and before I could get up any faster, the door shut and I heard the door lock. I ran to it to get it open and yelled for the cruel person outside to open it but all in vain.

I finally looked at the new item I had unlocked by the cruel person who left it here and saw a full course meal on an intricate designed plate with initials 'CDM' engraved on it.

Now that I noticed this, the room had a big wall painting of a person with the initials 'CDM' signed below it.

I had studied the picture for long enough to know it was a beautiful female in white but couldn't make out if she was a clue that could get me out of here or not.

I definitely should have done more mafia escape rooms in training. Darn, uncle Levi was right.

I glanced my eyes at the food and narrowed my eyes at it.

They defo poisoned it.

Mhmm. They definitely did.

And with that, I slammed the tray of food away on the wall farthest from me, thinking someone will come after hearing that noise.

I waited and waited and after a one minute mark hit -I counted as I saw the clock on the wall- I realized no one was coming and got into the tan pink covers to go back to sleep.

But my ears perked up when I heard a very faint creak outside my door. I immediately hid under the covers and made myself small, putting the cover in front of me and the light to see through it as it was sheer.

Slowly the door opened, a figure peeked their head through and in the room. They paused looking at me and my breath hitched.

When they went to pick up the food I thought about making a run for the door but my nerves stuck to the initial plan.

That is, when the person walked past me, their hand swinging, I abruptly jumped up onto the person, throwing us both on the floor.

A loud screech filled my ears and I wanted to cover them but I have heard worse.

One word. Training. You should know by now.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

I screamed at the girl's face who looked pale and her pink cheeks were all puffed up.

Her breaths were very harsh and I quickly got off her.

She started wheezing and my eyes narrowed at her before her eyes met mine. She subtly glanced at the door but before she could make a run for it, I blocked the door and kicked her hard enough to get her away from the door.

"I-I'm j-just a m-maid here, master as-asked me t-t-to serve y-y-you."

It was hard to make out words with her constant wheezing and stutter but when I did, I did kind of feel bad for pouncing at her.

But she could be lying.

"Get me out of here."

She shook her head.
Of course. What did I accept? For her to nod and smile and help me escape?

Yeah right.

"Then let me out of this room, I have been here for-" I saw her subtly glance behind me but I continued speaking, "-five hours and I'm bored. At least entertain me by threatening me or playing your part as kidnappers."

At the end of my long rant, a sudden whiff of that same addictive, musky scent was inhaled by me and I froze.

I suddenly turned around and my heart hammered in my throat when I finally got a good look at the guy who unmercifully tranquilized me, threw me over his shoulder and mocked me.

From his dark black hair to his black stubble that suited him oh so well, to his auburn, shiny eyes, to his naturally very light pink cheeks and lips and till his body, everything was perfect.

His body was another piece, his arms huge, which made sense as he made the room look very small with his presence. He was a tall, giant manly man that was taller than my 5'7 height and that's saying something. His biceps were large-large, his black coat stretching over his puffed chest and his man-boobs—

"Quit staring."

I straightened at once.

Hernine, you dumb bitch.

"First, you be ungrateful and throw the food away and then you attack my maid who has asthma and scare her out of her wits, threatening and screaming at her—"

"Aye! Hello?! Pabo, (idiot), now I know you had a camera in here because you obviously know what I was doing. You pervert!I'm anything but grateful cause I'm fucking kidnapped here! You poison the food and ask me to eat it and then send your pruny little maid to do your dirty work—"

It looked like we both had a habit of interrupting one another because before I know it, I was grabbed by my arm and pulled into his embrace, my eyes widening and heart thundering.

Oh-oh.