INAMORATA: Before Our Heaven Turns To Hell

Chapter Twenty Six - The Broken Plane

Time seem to have stopped as I laid on the damp floor with the cold seeping through my skin making half of my body numb. My whole body hurts. Everything hurts. My lips quivered. I wanted to cry but no tears came out.

How long have I been here? I lost track of time already or maybe it was because of that drug that made my head so fuzzy.

Not so long after we arrived here, Niccolo ordered someone to inject something on my arm. I tried to refuse but I was too weak so my attempt was futile. Everything that followed then was a blur and I kept on passing out. Eventually when I was able to maintain at least a bit of clarity, I realized that they had imprisoned me in a windowless room with a dimly lit bulb. It was empty except for the rusty shackles that bound my feet to the wall.

I tried to move, tried to lift myself by pushing my hands forward slightly but they shook. It took me quite a few tries to finally give up and just lay there facing the floor. I glanced around the room and saw that it was a plain old one with gray walls. The scent of earth lingered and I can see the dust floating around the bulb.

Where exactly am I?

How could they keep me in here?

What did I do to deserve this?

A strong buzz suddenly permeated around my skull making me cringe and this sudden wave of nausea threatened the bile to rise from my throat. I was able to keep it in. I tried to breath calmly and collectively, and soon it became a dull ache. It must be the drug's side effect.

It's Daniele's fault, my subconscious accused and I remembered how Niccolo told me that it was Daniele that I should blame for all of that's happening to me. I pondered on that because if it wasn't for him then I would never have been in this situation. But it was a choice that I have made then-a choice with consequences that I didn't know.

If I knew would I have saved him?

A seed of bitterness and loneliness started to take root in my heart but I decided not to dwell on it. I guess what I feel already answers that question. It was stupid to consider that I might actually have fallen in love with him. My fists tightened at the thought. I had already left and the ties have been severed. I was on my own and there's no use for blame. All I have is myself.

Mom... Samuel and Sophia... My family and friends back in Kaohsiung...

I miss all of them. I miss all of them so much. I thought, finally letting the tears flow because I can't help it anymore. Thoughts of them are enough to crush my heart. I shouldn't be here. I should be back at home with them, eating new row mian, laughing with them while watching our favorite television shows. Not here, in this dark dilapidated room, waiting for death.

Death...

Am I really going to die? But Isaiah had mentioned something then about Xander wanting me to be able to get a hold of Daniele. If that was the case, is there something worse than death that is awaiting me when Xander finally arrives?

All of a sudden, the sound of keys clanking sounded from outside. I moved slightly to be able to look at the door and at that exact same moment, it opened to reveal a disheveled Niccolo. The three buttons of his button up shirt at the top was opened and it was untucked. His usual sleeked back hair was also messy and he was not walking straight as he entered. The moment he set his eyes to leer at me, I knew something bad was going to happen. With all the strength that I have, I positioned myself to be able to back away as far as I could from him.

"How have you been enjoying our accommodation so far?" He slurred, stopping four steps away from me. He had that wicked smile as he looked down at me who was now sitting on a corner.