Reignite

13

Adrian

I open my eyes and see nothing but black. I'm not as smart as Elijah, but when you open your eyes, aren't you supposed to, you know- see?

I try to reach my hand to my eye to rub them but they won't move. I look to my side and notice, through very intense squinting, that my arms are being held behind a chair by a very coarse rope. Man I know I'm kinky but shit.

My eyes begin to focus to the room then a light turns on. I look away immediately to get my eyes readjusted.

My eyes flutter as I look around the room. There's blankets and sheets acting as walls and- wait. I know where I'm at!

I'm in a torture chamber!

I laugh to myself as my memory comes back as to how I got here. Ahh Cassius. Good ole Cassius. Man I was just trying to help him find his "kidnapped wife" and this is how I get repaid? A torture chamber?

"You know, Cassius, you should really work on gift giving when someone does something nice," I yell out like they're listening,

"Once my people come and find me, I'll make sure you suffer a long and painful death," I yell out again as I laugh.

I know there's a chance I could not make it, but I won't let them see that. I won't let them break me. Never.

I let my eyes scan the room to find any sort of escape, but instead, I find nothing. Then I hear a loud scraping noise with a guy walking in. I immediately recognize the face.

"Cassius. How's it going bestie?" I say with a laugh.

"Oh it's going great," He says with a smirk.

"Did you find your wife?" I ask returning the smirk.

"Never lost her. She's at home," He responds confidently.

Let me take that confidence away.

"Well if she ever wants to actually, you know, climax, give her my number," I say with a wink.

I watch as his smile drops and he punches me in the face. I feel the blood in my mouth and think of one logical solution.

I spit the blood on his fancy looking clothes and watch his face turns into a disgusted scowl.

He grabs the collar of my button up and gets weirdly close to my face, "You think this is funny, Gomez? We will make you feel the worst pain known to man."

I just chuckle as he lets go, "I think not. Only the Falcone Family can do that. I mean why do you think we've gotten ahead of every single family in the Life."

He doesn't say a word instead he looks to where he entered and nods his head in my direction. I watch as two very strong looking men come towards me. One of them grabs a knife and tears through my button up and yanks it off.

"If you wanted me shirtless you could've just said so," I say with a laugh.

Cassius doesn't find it amusing as the guy places the knife in his hand.

"If you even escape from here, I want you to look in the mirror and remember this day forever and who did it," He says as he inches closer to me.

I feel my heart rate picks up as it clicks in my head what he's about to do.

He first places the knife on my cheek and draws blood to try to intimidate me. But I keep my eyes locked on his.

He then moves it lower to my stomach and I feel it dig into my skin and I yell out in pain. It feels like it goes on forever as he tears the knife down. I drop my head back in agony.

"Oh don't be a baby. It's only the first line," He says as he pulls my head to look at him.

He doesn't say anything else before starting again and I feel blood pouring from my stomach. I'm going to die here. 

I watch as he gets up with his hands filled with blood. My body gets weaker as everything goes black again and I feel myself pass out.

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I wake up and look around to see the same room I passed out in. It wasn't just a dream. I sigh and drop my head down to my chest and look at my stomach. There's bandages wrapped around it. 

It's their way of keeping me alive so they can torture me for as long as possible.

I'm not going to let them break me. I have a wedding I need to attend soon. I'm not going to let Taylor down again. A loud scraping sound interrupts my thoughts.

I look up and see Ezra.

"Why hello. Fancy seeing you here. I'm sorry I'm not dressed appropriately," I say sarcastically, gesturing towards my shirtless upper body and blood stained pants.

Ezra walks silently up to me and grabs my face to whisper in my ear, "Tell your father hello whenever we're done."

At the mention of my father, I feel my anger boil up and I try to get up. But I'm stopped by the ropes.

"Tsk tsk. You can't be doing that, Adrian," He says with a laugh.

I hate this guy. He needs to fucking die. If I could just get my hands on him. Instead, I look up at him with anger and hatred in my eyes.

"What's the look for? Am I pressing your buttons?" He asks smiling.

I huff and silently look down to ignore him. This may be the only person in this room, but I will ignore him and everything he does. He will not get to me.

He puts his hands on both arms of the chair and I feel his hot breath, "I will make your father wish he died sooner. I will make your mother look down, or up, on you in nothing but shame."

I clench my jaw as I look up at him.

"I see you've already been marked," He says, gesturing towards my bandaged stomach.

I say nothing then he begins to unwrap it, roughly. I hiss in pain as he intentionally hits it every now and again until it's fully unwrapped. I look down and my face goes white in horror. 

There, on my stomach, is a knife made W.

"Oh why do you look so scared?" He says laughing, "That's not even the worst of it."

I watch as he gets up and goes behind the chair to where my hands are tied and swiftly unties me.