The Perfect Night Out- Melix

Escape? - Chapter 8

| Felix's POV |

I received my 'prison food' as I called it, and was officially pissed off. The fucking sizes of the food was next to nothing!

"Ah, ah, ah... what the hell is this?!" I chant.

"You said you wouldn't be picky Felix."

"Sorry! Its just a small fucking portion!" I yell.

"We... could take it back if you really want..."

"NO! NO!" I yell. I calmly, yet slowly take a piece of the meatloaf.

'God.' I thought to myself. 'I wonder what the punishments are. God knows where Marzia is. I hope she's okay.'
A tear formed and slid down my pale face.

| Marzia's POV |

Oh god, oh god, oh god. I've just been- ugh. I'll say... I NEVER want to screw up ever again...
'Please help Felix! I'm so scared!'
I will never ever forget my mistakes.
I was placed in a small, enclosed little prison with a bed and a toilet.

A slot in the door had opened and put popped a tray with some meatloaf, an apple, green beans, and water. I slowly grabbed the tray, and quickly indulged the food.
It was dry but I was so hungry it wasn't even funny.

"Eat slower dear Marzia..." someone said.

I shivered at the voice because it was the one before. The masked man who tortured me. I began to eat slower, still shivering because I was scared and cold.
Next thing I knew, all the food was gone. Even the water!
I looked over to the bed.

"M-m-may I?" I asked cautiously.

"Hmm.. I suppose so Marzia." The voice chimed.

I calmly walked over to the bed and lay down. I huddled into a little ball wishing I was at home. Wishing I could snuggle up to Felix, wishing to kiss my boy- I mean fiancé. A tear ran down my cheek. I started to quietly cry. I cried myself to sleep that night.
'I love you Felix.'

| Felix's POV |

I was finished my "prison food", and was blindfolded once again. The blindfold was removed and I was shoved into a small, prison like room. It contained just a small mattress, which laid on the floor. The mattress had a small, tough looking pillow, and a blanket. I basically jumped into the bed and fell asleep quickly.

-the next day-

I woke up by myself. That had surprised me. I stay up awaiting an announcement to arrive, but to no avail. I slowly pushed myself off of the bed and stood up.
Still no voices or murmurs.

I tiptoed to the door and tried turning the golden, worn out door knob.
Nothing happened.

"Bullshit!" I say to myself.

I then began to yank the doorknob hard, yet softly just to make sure the voices didn't awake.
Nothing.
I slumped down the door beginning to cry.

"Nonononono! I need to see Marzia!" I
quietly yell.

I stand back up to try again.

| Marzia's POV |

I got woken up by a strange 'meep, meep, meep!' I literally thought it was an alarm clock. But why would there be one? I flashed open my eyes and realize I'm still in the prison room. I was dreaming about Felix.

Sitting on our bed, cuddling. He reaches over to my face and softly brushes my lips with his. I blushed and woke up suddenly when I heard the noise. I miss Felix.

"Why, hello Marzia... good sleep?" the speaker announced.

"I-I guess. " I say quivering.

"May I eat something?" I ask politely.

"I assume so dear Bisognin." The speaker said.

A little tray, probably the one from last time, came barreling in my room.

"Thank you." I say quietly.

I quickly glance the tray which is close to the foot of the bed.
I stood up and saw my favourite morning dish.

A little slice of toast with bread and raspberry jam, a glass of orange juice, and an apple.

"Thank you!" I say excitedly as I look to the camera which was placed in the top left corner.

I quickly gobbled up the delicious food, but I then realize that all of it was gone!

"Oh..." I say. This food reminded me of home! It reminded me of Italy.

Excited to wake up and take a whiff of my mamas famous 'special' jelly. It smelt like home... I closed my eyes and shuffled to the bed. I huddled up in a ball and cried.

"...Marzia... what in the world are you doing?" the voices called.

I ignored them and someone barged into the room. It was quiet to me except for my crying. That was all I could hear.