Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter. 36

Rachel.

After he left, my legs gave away and I fell to the floor. It felt as if my legs could no longer carry my weight and lost it all together.

God! Where have I landed myself upon? One look at Remo's angry face I got it all hard and fast, that mercy was the last thing to expect from him. And that too for me, was just out of the box.
Remo was beyond anyone's control and no amount of pleading is going to work this time.

But why did he really bring me here? He could have had pulled the trigger at the wedding itself, instead of knocking me out with it. Why did he have to do that?

As if answering all my questions the door to the room in which I am kept captive opens. Though I thought the silhouette to be Remo, I was completely proven wrong when Fabiano emerges out of the silhouette. His features were strained against his handsome face and there was something marring his usual coolness. I couldn't really put my finger on it. But who am I joking with? Even I couldn't put a finger on my current predicament.

LMAO! wow Rach! What a awfully wonderful time for the usage of acronyms. Seriously Rach?

I slowly get up on my feet and face Fabiano with all my might. Even though I was a crying mess earlier, I decided that I wouldn't show my weaker side to Remo. The side which he enjoyed to see. I fail to abide by him. I plaster fake courage and look directly into Fabiano's eyes. I try my best not to let my mask fall off but then, who said that I am a good actor?

If you wanted to categorize my acting skills I would obviously win the worst actor ever born. Geez! I am such a beggar!

Even though I was just wearing a white shirt(which I suppose belongs to Remo), and it abruptly reaches only my mid thigh I stand tall in front of this ridiculously tall man of 6'3. Was that even fair for men to grow so tall?. Was he for real?

"Come Rachel, Remo is asking for you." Fabiano tells and begins to walk away.

"For what? To kill me? Isn't it enough for him that has already taken the very dear life of mine by bringing me here? Or does he want more? Whatever is it, I am not ready.to.dance.according.to his.whimps.and.fancies." I stress on my last statement, which makes Fabiano to stop right in his tracks. Thank God I atleast got a reaction from this extremely cold man.

He slowly turns his attention towards me and walks in my direction only to stop infront me.

"It's not what you think Rachel. There's more to it, than you actually know. Don't always go for what you have been taught, seek something which is still oblivious to you but obvious to the thousand others in the broad light." He tells me.

What is he trying to prove by telling me all this? Is he directly taking a dig at me? Or is it my thinking? Either way, I wasn't feeling a bit good about it. I never expected Fabiano to backstab at me with such a comeback. Was it my stupid subconscious or a general awareness that made me feel that whatever was going to unfold wouldn't be liked by me, not even a bit?

"Come with me Rachel, I don't want Remo to create another scene just because of you." He gets hold of my wrist and drags me out of the room.

What is he now upto?

Fabiano drags me out of the room and doesn't pay much heed that I am left only in Remo's white shirt which covers all that is needed and reaches my mid thigh. I am conscious now. God!

Finally we reach a room in which I can see Remo standing with his back facing us and a computer on the other end. Computer that too with a web cam? What does he really want?

Remo slowly turns and walks in my direction and stops only when he is directly infront of my eyes. I look at him with hurt and remorse. I can see an insecure man behind the veil of those pair of breathtaking eyes. He carcasses my cheek with his left hand and stops when he reaches my lips. His hands seem to linger there and I without my own consent seems to enjoy his touch.

I want it. I close my eyes and savor my present moment. I cherish it. Geez! His hands are heavenly and I am reminded of our first kiss.

Suddenly his hand pauses and asks, "Enjoying?" He smirks.

I really hate it when he smirks and now I hate myself for reveling in his touch. Why am I acting like a desperate wrench as if I was deprived of a man's touch long ago?

"See Mr. Thomas your daughter is very much attracted to me and just marvels my touch. I didn't have to do much for her to yearn my touch. She just simply fell for it. You saw it right."

Thomas? Whom is he referring to? On cue I turn my eyes away from Remo's and look in his sight of vision. He was speaking to the person on the computer and that person seemed distinctly familiar because he was my father.

"Dad...." It comes out more like a whisper.

The pain evident on my dad's face cannot be compared to anything in this world. Heavy baggage were to be seen under his eyes. God! I never saw my dad this weak. He is our pillar of support and for him to show sign of weakness is never a good thing. I don't even want to think about my mom's predicament if my dad is this miserable.

Along with dad I can see my elder brother and even my uncle Nick. All of there head was hung low. And that too the reason being me.

I look at Remo with disgust. I never thought of him this low. How could he use my family against me? Even for a nanosecond I believed that beloved me was all proven wrong with the thou of a second. Mean, misogynistic personality. This was all uncalled for, had I not signed up with dada. Tears are quick to form at the corner of my eyes and are even to come down without my concord.

"How..how dare you?" I ask him clutching my hands close to my heart as if my already ripped apart heart couldn't bleed anymore.

When I look directly into Remo's eye for even an ounce of remorse I find none. I am only left with his devilish smirk and I don't want nothing else but to give a tight slap across his cheek.

"See, Mr. Thomas. I don't want to do anything with your daughter. But if you being the sweet dad that you are, want your daughter back healthy and sound, you must comply with my conditions,-" he pauses and directly looks at me. "Or I'll have my own ways with her." Remo adds.

Bile rises at the end of mouth and I quickly gulp it. Whenever I thought that he can't stoop any furthur, he just proved me wrong with his menial acts.

Remo takes a long stride in my direction and stops once our toes are touching with each other.

"Tell dear cara, which one you choose? To submit yourself to me or to take a wound with my knife which has graced many flesh before you." He tells, taking a nice out of his pocket and points in my direction. Him calling me Cara hasn't disgusted me before like now.

And what does he mean by submitting myself to him? Did he mean to give my body? How dare he even think about that? Did he think that low of me, just for my freedom I'll bargain him my flesh? Not even in his wildest dreams.

"Tell Cara, what is it that you want?" He asks looking at me vehemently.

"Torture or..." I doesn't allow him to finish and quickly give him one tight slap across his cheek. The pain was evident on his face, but he chose not to react.

"I chose torture over your own ways." I tell him boldly. My answer did take him back and sure did give him a mental shock. Never did he expect an answer.

"Torture... is it? Then you shall have it."
Remo yet again gives me his signature smirk.

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