Feli's P.O.V
Shoveling and fidgeting surrounds the air that drowns me. Unfamiliar voices whispering, to me or to strangers, I'm not completely sure. Who would've taken me? I've caused no harm towards any living, breathing, creature I've come into contact with.
Realizing that they must've still believed in the fact that I was sleeping, this would become my one and only assest. I steady my intakes and outtakes of breath thoroughly. Strange how your breathing pattern changes when you're aware of it. Attempting to listen in, a catch tidbits of the conversation, and alone, they were enough to snatch my attention away from the ropes digging into the skin of my wrists.
"Do you really think he'll pay up?"
"He'll have to if he ever wants to see his precious whatever this boy is to him."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because that rich fool was spending a fortune on this runt, that means he's of value. Not worth a cent in my eyes but there must be something that makes him worth the world in Beilschmidt's. All the more reason he'll pay up."
"What if he doesn't? What if he doesn't care for the boy? What will we do then?"
"Oh... He'll care alright. And if he thinks we're joking around then we can threaten this one's life. That'll get him wild up!"
The sound of heavy stomping and a door opening and closing followed and I was left in silence. There had been an older man discussing the matter with a younger, more skittish man. Every issue the younger one argued over, the older one shot down. The older one seemed much more confident in what he was doing. I'm still not sure who any of these people are but one thing's for certain, I'm in deep trouble.
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Hours had past. I can't count the times I've passed out in exhaustion or hunger. The hinges supporting the door to my room creaked, a pair of hesitant footsteps walk in, closing the door behind him. Whoever this was, they neared my form and plopped down, a heavy thump accompanying the fall.
"I know you're awake. The others might be fooled but not me. Don't worry, I won't hurt you," the voice was gentle. Too gentle for a kidnapper. The blindfold's knot was undone and slipped off of the crown of my head. My eyes fluttered open yet fluttered shut just as quickly. The light had burned my eyes unexpectedly. I didn't think there would be a bright light, guess I was wrong.
Slowly and cautiously, I reopen my eyes as they take in the scene before me. A brunette with green eyes was sitting in front of me, his hair was calm and collected but a single, ridged curl struck out of lacy locks. He was Italian. He wore a green, collared shirt with dark green buttons and breast pocket. The collar was the darker green as well. He wore black skinny jeans to accompany his shirt along with black vans. In his hands, he held a bowl of soup.
"Who are you?" It comes out as a croak, rough and edgy, surprising myself. I didn't think it would sound so bad after not drinking water for so long. Instead of answering though, the brunette holds a glass of water up to my lips. Despite my curiosity, I sip on the refreshing glass of water. The feeling as if slips down my throat reinforces my vocal pipes, allowing me to speak clearly once again.
"Moi? That is not important but I trust you so I'll tell you. My name is Seborga Vargas. It's a nickname given to me here, I've never been able to remember my real name so I kept Seborga. Feel free to call me Seborga yourself. I'm not like the others here, I'll make sure you aren't harmed, just as long as you don't mess with the higher ups. Not much I can do there if you d- Oh look at me rambling, you probably want food, Don't you? I'll feed you, more your arms in circular motions, it'll helps the numb nerves." The man known as Seborga introduced. His first impression wasn't bad. I can tell that I'll be able to trust him.
Holding out a spoon with soup on it, I lean forward and gulp down the serving. Doing as he instructed, I begin to move around, rotating my hands and feet. They're numb. Unbelievably.
With no trouble, I finish off the plate of soup, the contents now resting in my stomach. I smile gratefully at Seborga, enveloping him in an embrace.
"Thank you for helping me restore my strength and allowing me to move freely for a bit. I haven't introduced myself, have I? My name is Feliciano. Call me Feli," I introduced formally, holding out my hand for him to shake. Seborga gladly takes my hand and shakes vigorously. A smile adorning his features as he did so.
Purposely leaving out my last name, I wonder how I could be related to this man. I know Vargas was out there but it wasn't common. No. It was no. Only my relatives have such a last name. I'll brush it off now, it could have been given to him as well. He did say he couldn't remember his real name.
"Why am I being kept here?" My question breaks the silence and starts a conversation.
"Because they want to get money out of you."
"I have no money. Nada. I'm broke."
"No no, what I meant was they want to hold you as a ransom for a large amount of money. They want to trade you off to that man that owns that successful company. Since he's the founder and CEO, he must be loaded."
"So you really think he'll give up the money for me?"
"That's what they're planning on."
"What if he doesn't care?"
"He cares, he wouldn't have bought you and spoiled you the way he's done. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll save you."
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GerIta ; My Type Of Luck, Is No Luck
Fanfiction(((((EDITING IN PROGRESS))))) Luck has never been on Feliciano Vargas's side. It wasn't there for him when his brother, Loviano, and him were kidnapped, it wasn't there for him when he was sold off to become a prostitute, and it wasn't there for h...
