His Possession

Chapter Four:

I woke up with a jump. My eyes snapped open and I felt incredibly dizzy and sick to my stomach, I thought I was going to be sick. I felt my stomach turn in fear, but I quickly swallowed my fear down. Once my vision returned to normal I frantically looked around the room that I found myself in. My head throbbed painfully and I felt like the entire room was spinning.

What the fuck happened?

My head was painfully throbbing and making it damn near impossible to remember what happened and where the hell I was. I could barely sit upright let alone remember what happened to me. I sat there for a couple minutes rubbing my head, yawning and thinking back.

Until, suddenly, everything that happened the night before came crashing down and I instantly remembered what happened. The shooting, the kidnap, the murders.

I quickly jumped up from the bed and looked around the room. I expected to by locked up in some gross dungeon, but to my surprise, the room was stunning. I hated to admit it, but it was absolutely beautiful. The bed that I was sitting on was round and covered in gorgeous white and gold sheets. The pillows were all stacked and laid out neatly on the bed, like it was made by a professional. The walls were a creamy white colour, along with some gold decor littered all around. It was so elegant.

In the corner, there was a giant door probably that lead to the bathroom, as well as a TV and a couch, along with some other decor pieces.

I was in complete awe. This guy was fucking loaded.

Of course he is, you fucking ding dong, he's a mafia leader. My self conscious screamed.

I rolled my eyes at myself.  

I walked over to the door in the far corner and examined it. I slowly turned the golden knob and pulled it open to reveal a stunning master bath. It matched the bedroom perfectly with its gold theme. Listen, stupid. Stop drooling all over this guy's dick and find a way to escape. I ignored the stunning room and turned back around. It truly was magnificent, but a bathroom wasn't going to help me escape. And that was my top priority right now.

This sick bastard thinks he can pick me up off the street and do whatever he wants with me, but he has another thing coming. I was going to escape and make his life a living fucking hell if I had to.

I looked around for a window or something that I could use to escape but there was nothing. I tried to pull open the huge double doors but they were locked from the outside. Which was predictable.

I used all my weight into trying to smash open the door but it wouldn't budge. I was beginning to get frustrated and angry. Sadly, whenever I'd get really mad, at a certain point I would just cry out of frustration. And I hated crying in front of people. It made me feel so vulnerable.

I let out a scream and picked up the lamp from the dresser, throwing it across the room and shattering it against the wall. This guy seemed to be all up in his own ass, so if I could completely destroy the room maybe he would let me go!

Oh yeah, smart thinking. Destroy the room. Make him mad. Get killed. I ignored my thoughts and began tearing apart the room. Ripping the sheets off the bed and throwing them all over the place.

I noticed the shiny TV that hung up on the wall in front of the bed. I smirked and narrowed my eyes, stalking towards the pretentiously large screen. I grabbed the candle stick holder that sat on another dresser and smashed the TV. I let out another scream of frustration and threw it towards the wall. I almost doubled over in laughter when I saw it stick into the wall.

I picked up another expensive looking object and threw it as hard as I could, letting out another scream of anger. I was starting to lose my patience. Nobody was storming in to kill me, so I continued destroying the place.