DOMAIN

C H A P T E R 31

~ Chained ~

Davina's POV

Terrified. Cold. Isolated.

Those are only a few of the emotions I was feeling right now.

I don't remember much about when I was brought down here and chained up in this forsaken basement.  The only image in my head that played on repeat was when Ivano's men stormed into the hotel room and shot everybody dead in the room, except for me.  Ivano's men dragged me down a dark stairwell by my hair and threw me into the back of a black SUV.

When I woke up, I found myself chained to the wall in this dark room and from trying to break free from the chains, I caused my wrist to start bleeding from how tight they were bound.  I cried for the first few hours but I eventually couldn't cry anymore, and I was left with the feeling of numbness and despair.

Wyatt was probably going insane I could only imagine and I desperately pleaded that he would find me soon.  I know Ivano only took me as a form of payback to try and torment Wyatt.  I know Wyatt would do whatever it takes to find me but I pray that nobody else would have to get hurt in the process.

I sat on the cold floor with my back against the wall as my bloody wrist rested in my lap.  It was dark in the quiet room and the only thing to keep me company were my thoughts. 

Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps in the distance and the steps got louder as they approached the door.  Seconds later when the footsteps stopped, the door opened and I heard somebody step inside.  Ivano appeared in front of me and I felt like I could throw up when I saw the smug expression plastered on his face.  I glanced away because I didn't want to look at him any longer.

"Hello, sweetheart, I hope we have made your stay here a very welcoming one," he said breaking the silence that filled the room.

"Go to hell," I quietly said while still not making eye contact with him.

"Now Davina, that's no way to speak to somebody that has the power to do whatever they want with you."

Still, I didn't look at him and I chose not to speak any further.

I noticed Ivano step closer to me and crouched down once he stopped in front of me.  He raised his hand and swiftly brought it across my face causing my head to jerk at the sudden force.  I could taste blood in my mouth and I knew my lip was busted.

A few tears streamed down my face as my cheek still burned from the slap.  Ivano grabbed my face in his hand and forcefully turned my head to look at him.

"You look at me when I'm speaking to you," he spat while glaring at me.

The room was dark and the only light provided was from a single window in the room.  Even in the dim lighting, I could still see the hatred of Ivano's facial expression.

"Now that I have your attention, I guess you're wondering why I have you here," he said standing back up and slowly started to pace in front of me.

"I have a proposition for your boyfriend and I expect him to follow through.  If he doesn't there will be obvious consequences," he said as he stood in front of me with his arms behind his back.

"What kind of proposition?" I asked once I found the strength to speak.

"I asked him to negotiate a trade deal with my company and the Catholic church.  Their trade rarely gets checked since they are so trusted in the world so if I run my trade through them, my products will go undetected."

"You're insane, Wyatt will never do it," I said looking up at him.

"If he wants you back unharmed he will.  I'm giving him two weeks to complete the trade deal and if he doesn't, well you will see when the time comes," Ivano replied.

"I would rather die than have Wyatt risk his life for something so stupid," I exclaimed.

"Be careful with your words, my dear.  I would watch what you say around me," he replied.

I rolled my eyes and watched as Ivano turned around to leave.

"Wyatt has never done anything towards you and you have done nothing but make his life a living hell ever since he left this shitty place," I said once Ivano started walking towards the door.

Ivano stopped walking but he didn't turn around to face me.  Instead, he laughed and walked out the door before it loudly slammed shut behind him.

I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes. 

Wyatt had to negotiate a trade deal with the Catholic church and if not Ivano would harm me in some kind of way or maybe even worse, he would kill me.

Part of me didn't want Wyatt to follow through with the deal because I knew he would get into serious trouble if he ended up getting caught, but part of me also wanted Wyatt to complete the deal so I could be freed.

I could be free to leave here and return back to my life.  My life back in Chicago, finishing my last year in college, to see my friends and family again, and most importantly my life with Wyatt.

Wyatt... it hit me harder than ever now about how much I missed him.  I wanted him to barge through the door and take me away from this horrible place.  I wanted Wyatt to hold me as I cried since his warm embrace always comforts me and I so desperately wanted to hear him say how much he loved me.

I haven't seen him since Ivano took me and even though it's only been two days since I last saw Wyatt, those two days feel like an eternity.

"I love you, Wyatt," I quietly whispered into the thin quiet air.

I know Wyatt wasn't here to hear me say it but just saying those four words gave me a little bit of hope that Wyatt would eventually find me.

Wyatt is headstrong and determined when he puts his mind to something, and I know he is probably already figuring out a way to save me.

I smiled to myself knowing how much Wyatt loves me and that he will stop at nothing when it comes to me. 

Even though our relationship has been full of twists and turns, I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with anyone else.

Wyatt was everything I have ever needed and I prayed that I was enough for him in return.  I can't imagine myself loving somebody as much as I do with Wyatt and I hope that I'm lucky enough to love him for the rest of my life.

After a few minutes, I felt my eyes getting heavy and I decided to sleep.

I laid down on my side against the stone-cold floor.  I rested my head against my arm but the chain against my wrist dug into the side of my head but I was too tired to even care at this point.

As sleep began to consume my body, I felt myself relaxing as I thought about the beautiful man with emerald green eyes that was covered in tattoos.

Even in my sleep while all alone in the room, the thought of Wyatt brought me enough comfort that I needed right now.

Wyatt Miller was truly an angel in disguise.

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