Elijah's

Chapter 2

Victoria Santily

I watched him open the passenger door for me, brfore he lightly pushed me inside and buckled me up, preventing all the chances of me escaping. He then slammed the door shut and walked around to car to the drivers side.

This had to be a dream. There was no way this could be real.

I felt my eyes water as I begun processing the seriousness of this situation. I was stuck with a complete stranger, who will do god knows what with me. I could attempt to run, but that would just be stupid on my part. There was no way I had the time. Before I'll even have a chance to exit the car Vincenzo's men will get me.

I leaned back in my seat and let my tears fall down my face. I will be used for all his wants and needs and I will have no say in it. I knew there was a high chance of him hurting me, but I had to deal with it.

I hated every bone in my father's body, but at the same time I understood why he did what he did. Us people, we are selfish creatures and we'd do anything to save our assessment, some more than others and that's exactly what my father did; he saved his life.

I watched Vincenzo hop into the driver seat and start the car. My eyes then traveled to where my father's car stood and I watched him sit down and quickly speed of back into the direction of our home, not even bothering to turn back and look my way.

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The car ride was silent.

Don't get me wrong I usually loved silent, silence was prefered by me, but not now. Now at this moment I wanted noise, I wanted as much noise as human could handle, I wanted the noise to swallow me whole. But we dont always get what we want and right now it was silent. Silence allowed my mind to open up and my thoughts begun roaming freely; they were not good thoughts. My mind was travelling to places I have not even thought it could travel to.

I thought about how I'd rather be dead than be used as a toy by Vincenzo and probably his men. I heard stories about how men in gangs shared their girls with each other and that send shivers of pure disgust down my spine. But then again was I even considered his girl? Maybe I'm just going to be a slave or a punching bag; both options sounded better than the first one.

I couldn't wrap my thoughts around one question though. And that question was why? Why would a man like him want a girl like me? I wasn't flat nor was I complaining about my looks, but man like Vincenzo could easily get any girl he wanted so why choose someone as average as me?

Maybe he thought my father would choose death over his daughters enslavement, but if he honestly thought so he didn't know my father well enough.

I let my eyes travel to Vincenzo slowly in hopes he wouldn't notice my stare. His eyes were focused on the road and his right hand was gripping the stirring wheal tightly while his left arm rested on the window.