Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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Serina's POV ****************
The aching of my bones only intensified as the cold sting of a concrete floor bit at my skin. The cold being the first thing I registered, pain being the second. My heart beat fast in my chest as I took inventory of my body, my limbs, all still there but definitely aching.
My breath was shaky as I forced open my eyes, needing to know where I was I blinked away the tiredness but my eyelids were weighed down by stones.
My mouth tasted like ashes and chemicals, and I turned my head to spit out the saliva in my mouth onto the floor beside me.
I groaned in an attempt to turn onto my side, my muscles screaming in protest until I'm able to move forward , the small action ripping a cry from me, as I curl up into a ball on my side, my face pressed into the dampened cooled surface, wet with water leaking from a busted pipe.
The room was empty and bare, and no light was coming in except for the smallest sliver from under the large steel door. Too dark to see much of anything, but I could tell the walls were stone, thick concrete with large metal support beams in the four corners, pipes running up the back wall.
At home, I would usually find solace in the darkness of my room or the library, but in this darkness I was terrified. This darkness was full of monsters and the unknown, and I knew it'd keep its secrets close.
I pull my left arm around my stomach only to feel my bare skin on my fingertips, only realizing now that my clothes are gone. They had taken my clothes and threw me here in everything but my black laced bra and my thong.
I felt fear and dread begin to build a storm in my chest and my eyes were starting to water. This wasn't the time for tears. Not when they could come into this room at any minute and there was no way in hell I'd let them see me cry.
Gritting my teeth I force my body to move, dragging myself to the stone wall before I used it almost like a lifeline as I pulled myself onto my knees. My body aching as it begged me to lay down and accept my fate.
But my story isn't finished yet, my fate isn't sealed. And if I'm going to die, then it will be fighting. Lucas wouldn't have wanted me to give up.
I harden my heart against the grief, pushing it into the back of my mind as the will to fucking survive pumps through me. I drag myself up to my feet, my knees wobbling but still I am standing.
Licking the dryness from my cracked lips I yelled, my voice dry but strong "let me out of here!" And when no answer followed I hit the wall with my first, scraping my skin on the rough surface.
Then like a match getting lit in the darkness, the door hidden in the gloom swung open and three men stood tall In the frame. They all were dressed with guns and dark clothing, and I recoiled at the looks of dark amusement on their faces as they looked me over.
