𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

9

3𝓡𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

Kailani's heart beats rapidly in her chest as she looks around the room hesitantly, scared of what she'll find if she looks too eagerly.

She was expecting to find an old busted toilet and a small, moldy fridge that smells like pee, sewer water all over the ground, broken pipes and a rat, dead somewhere...but, no

it was a room with clean, white walls, and a light brown polished wooden floor, no windows, but instead a vent, a door, a bed in the corner of the room with a light pink duvet on it and two white pillows, a toilet, a shower and a sink separated from the rest of the room with a foggy white glass.

She sits there for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath, but then reality hits her like a rock as she accepts the situation she's in, her heavy breathing turning into whimpers,
and the more she breathes the heavier her heart becomes
and the louder her thoughts get. The room spins,
the light mockingly spits light down over her shaking frame,
her late lunch fighting to make its way back up and out of her mouth,
she can feel her blood sugar dropping as fear replaces it, settling at the pit of her tummy.
Her hands were bound behind her back and her legs tied in front of her on the chair, a collar around her neck, but nothing to cover her mouth because Salvatore knew she wouldn't scream, no matter how bad the situation, she would be too scared to even scream.

Then suddenly, she hears what sounds like the door in front of her unlocking and she quickly tries to sink into her seat, pressing her face into her shoulder and squeezing her eyes shut, hoping that if she can't see them, they can't see her.

Large, heavy footsteps fill the pin drop silent room. Each step is slow and calculated.

The air in the room becomes still and all the air gets knocked out of Kailani's lungs as she shakes with fear despite her attempts not to, it was useless in this situation.

The footsteps finally stop and Kailani can feel the person they belong to, right in front of her, their dark aura filling the whole room.

she can hear something like plastic being shifted, making her eyes twitch for a second before she stills again.

The foot taps on the ground once.
The foot taps on the ground twice.
The foot taps on the ground two times in a row.
Then a sigh fills the room.

the sound is deep and husky, it almost sounds like a rumble.

She slightly opens her eyes, keeping her head tilted down, hoping the person won't be able to tell that her eyes are open.

But of course, Salvatore knew, he'd seen her sleep over 500 times, and he knows exactly how her eyes rest when they are closed.

Kailani's eyes roam over the floor carefully and she spots a pair of big, neatly polished, shiny, black derby shoes in front of her, unmoving.

Salvatore concluded that she wasn't planning on looking up any further than that, so he bent down slowly, placing the multiple gifts in his hands down on the ground, right beside his feet so she could see them.

Kailani watches as two huge hands reach down to place stuff on the ground, the hands covered by black gloves, but at the cuff of what seems to be a black button- up shirt, she can see black tattoos on pale skin and a few veins.

The hand then retreats as Salvatore stands back up again.

Kailani immediately recognizes the expensive designer brands and her eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Then suddenly the person places a small portable whiteboard on top of the gifts and on it says:
'for you.'
in neat handwriting.

The person makes no move to touch her or to make any fast movements to startle her so she slowly looks up, her eyes trailing up him.

Oh.My.Days

This was a lot of a person.

Her gaze went up for what felt like a whole 5 minutes until she finally reached the top of his head.

As her dark eyes trail up, looking at him through her long eyelashes she sees black pant suits, ironed to perfection, and a pair of huge, long legs, the legs so big that they look like they are one meal away from pressing against the fabric.

A black belt with a golden Gucci symbol in the middle.

A black button-up shirt also ironed to perfection, a broad chest, wide shoulders, and absolutely massive arms, on an absolutely massive man.

The muscles of his biceps look like they are about to rip through the fabric with one simple motion.

The first 3 buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned.

A pale neck, with a pair of medium-sized angel wings, tattooed in the middle.

then...a black ski mask covering the lower half of his face.

Hard and cold dark eyes, long dark eyelashes and his eyebrows either furrowed with anger or they just naturally lay like that and a tuff of long black wavy hair tied back, a few stands framing his face and falling onto his eyes.

And that's when she realized...that's him, that one customer.