Untouched, Unbothered {Completed}

fucker one & two

Val's POV

After punching Alex, he brings me to a cell, and I figured it was the one Violet was kept in. There was still some blood damp on the 'bed'. He punches me in the stomach before he throws me in here. "Nice punch you got there babe, but you shouldn't have punched me. This is your punishment." God, he knew exactly how to make me angry.

"You shouldn't have grabbed my ass then fucker." He smiles. "How could I not. You're gorgeous Val. I'll be getting my fun with you. Just wait." I mimic throwing up and then he walks away. The man that had grabbed me earlier, comes to the cell. "Hey. I'm Stella's husband. How are you?" He says disgustingly nicely.

"You are not Stella's husband. You're just as much as a fucker as Alex. In fact that's my new name for you both." I smiled at him. He faked a smile and walked away. His voice getting quieter the farther he got. "Guess no dinner for you." I shrug. I used to suffer from an eating disorder. Not eating wouldn't have been a problem for me. After probably about four hours or so, I stopped trying to keep track of the time. I wasn't going to get out anytime soon. Stella's husband comes back. He comes into the cell and punches my face. I wake up in a different position. I wonder how long I had passed out for.

Fucker one (Alex) and Fucker two (Stella's Husband) come to my cell. They both laugh at me. I was probably pale as fuck. As well as very slim. Fucker one gives me a water bottle. Fucker two gives me a plate of food. I keep the water, but the food? Let's just say I made a big mess all over the floor outside of the cell. I smile innocently. They both glare at me.

"I'm not going to eat your shitty food. I'd rather die than eat and stay alive here with you." They both smile and look at each other. "What are you two fuckers smiling about." Fucker two opens the cell door. I was too weak to try and fight back. Fucker one lifts me into his arms and brings me to a bed. He lays me down.

"Oh, I'm sure after this, it'll be worse than dying." He gets undressed. Then he lays on me. I can't believe this was happening again.

"What is it with me always involved with getting raped. Like is there writing on my forehead that reads 'rape me'." I know I shouldn't have been joking about this. It's a very serious problem. But it was the only way I could cope with what was about to happen. For the second time. I swear one day he'll get what's coming. And I'd better be there for it. I started to lightly cry.

"Oh, sweetie. I just wanna fuck you. But you won't let me, so I have to forcefully. I'm sure you'll thank me afterward. I'll make it pleasurable." As soon as his hand reached my waistband someone bursts through the door.

"ALEX, 403!" Fucker one quickly gets off of me, gets dressed then runs through the door. He didn't even think about putting me back into my cell. I used all my strength and get up. Trying my best to stop the tears. I walk to a dresser in the room. There were water and protein bars. Along with clothes, weapons, and files. I had about three bars and chugged some water. I felt so much better. I find a knife and a gun. I slid the knife in my bra and put the gun in my waistband. I cover it with my shirt.

Then I remembered that Luca needed one piece of information from Alex. It was the only thing that kept me going right then. I just wanted to give up. But I didn't. For Luca. I look through every file. Until I find one hidden under a false drawer. I figured that was the one. I steal a sweatshirt and put it on. I put the file in the sweatshirt, and I was ready to escape. I was beyond happy I could get this file back to him. It'd make him so happy.

I made it to the first floor with ease. I was quickly surrounded by two men when I got to the top of the steps. They look at each other for a second then laugh. I quickly grab the knife. I stab one man's heart and sliced the other's neck. It took me a good two minutes to comprehend what had just happened and to not break down crying. I just killed two people. Oh my god. What have I done? 'I'm so sorry.' I mutter out over and over.

For an hour I sat there. Knees in my chest, head rested on my knees. I wasn't able to contain the tears that were falling. I hated myself that I couldn't stop. I surprisingly hadn't been caught yet. I slowly get up. I was also just as surprised how easily I took both men down.

Fucker one must've really thought I wouldn't have escaped and put the two weakest men down here. I had seen Luca do that a lot when he didn't want to do something with a certain person at that moment.

The knife is still in my hands. By now I was accidentally sitting in the pool of blood from the two men. Once again I said sorry to them both and slowly start walking to the nearest door. I shuttered as I thought, what would Matteo, and Stella, and even Violet think of me?

I quickly had to stop thinking about everyone and focus on the situation at hand. Once I made it to the door, I walk through. I walk into what looked like a living room. It was cozy. I quickly dart behind a couch. I look out the window and see snow.

It doesn't snow in Italy? W-Where am I? Then I thought about the way I came. I only went up one flight of stairs. Weren't there two? And wasn't this room a bar? What was happening? I hear laughing coming from a different man. I slowly and quietly follow it. There was Fucker one and two with Fucker two's parents. So I assumed. What were they doing there?!

"Kakvo vi nosi doma lyubov?" Said the woman. What the fuck did she just say?!

Fucker one says, "I just missed you guys." Were we IN RUSSIA?! WHEN?! Holy fucking shit. No no no, how am I getting home oh shit? I walk back to my place behind the couch. Except I figured it was a bad hiding spot, so I went and hid in between two couches in the corner. The family and fucker one walked to the door and started walking down. After about a minute, I hear the woman scream and fucker one say 'shit'. They must've seen the dead guys. A knot formed in my stomach. I was very disappointed in myself. But I had to escape somehow.

Then the footsteps got faster going down. I took my chance and sprinted towards the door. I, luckily, have been wearing shoes this entire time because as soon as I walked out my feet sunk into the snow. I was beyond grateful I had put the hoodie on. I quickly start to run. I probably looked crazy but who gives a fuck?

I quickly ran and hid in between to buildings. I saw fucker one and two zoom past me. They must've figured out I was gone. After about three hours of shivering, and having no feeling whatsoever anywhere in my body, both men walked past me once again and back into the house. They were mumbling a lot of pretty bad profanities under their breaths.

I walk inside the restaurant that was across the street. I'm pretty sure I had frostbite starting at the tips of my toes and fingers, but I wasn't sure.

Once I walk in, the warm air comes barreling at me. It felt amazing. I take a booth and sit down. I almost fell asleep when five minutes later, a woman probably in her seventies walks up to me. She says something in Bulgarian. "I-I'm sorry. I only s-speak English and Italian.." She smiles.

"I'm sorry dear. I figured you were Italian but I didn't want to assume. So what brings you here?" I look at her. Should I tell her? What if she knew them and brought me back? But what if she could save me? "I-I don't know if I-I can say. W-What if y-you b-bring me back? How do I-I know I can trust y-you." She once again smiles. "Oh, honey. I'm seventy-six. I don't think there's much I could do. You can trust me." So.. "I was being held captive. I was kidnapped and have been here for I don't know how long. I finally escaped and I need to get back to Venice, Italy. But I don't know how without them finding me."

Her face drops. "Oh my god. Honey, I'm so sorry. I can help you. My son is rich. I can get you a private jet back. Please let me help you. I'm so horribly sorry." She looks at me with pleading eyes. "A-Are you sure?" I ask, still scared to see if she was lying or not. She calls her son I'm guessing. For a good five minutes, they spoke. She smiles and says 'he's on his way dear'. So she goes back behind the counter. She keeps an eye on me and the door. Finally, a jeep appears in front of the door. The man that got out, was not who I expected.

Authors Comments:

So when I first wrote this chapter, it had over ten thousand words. I spent nine hours writing the next few chapters. I mean I had nothing to do, that's how dedicated I am. So these will be split up over the next few chapters. I'm pretty proud of them, and as I read them more I will edit them and make them better. Love you.