When I began to emerge from the darkness, I wasn't confused as to where I was, or what happened. Not like in the books or the movies or TV shows. I knew exactly what had happened. How could I forget that man pointing a gun at my head?
It was permanently etched into my brain. While I was aware of the how the where was a bit hazy.
I look around the unfamiliar room. I lay in a large bed with black sheets covering my body. Checking if I was still dressed was the first thing I had done, and thankfully I was.
The whole room is dark and cold. Thick black curtains keep the morning sun from entering the space, making it seem even more disconnected from the world. I can't even see the edges of the room, that's how dark it is.
"How are you feeling?" A familiar deep voice asks from the edge of the room.
I jump back, pressing my back against the headboard of the bed. "What the fuck do you
want." I spit in the person's direction.
"Such violent words coming from such an angelic face. I don't appreciate that language, you won't speak like that from now on." The man's voice is calm and collected. So familiar. If I get him to speak a bit more, I'll probably be able to work it out.
I laugh. "You can't tell me what to do. You don't own me you sick-"
"Ah ah ah. What did I just say?" Just as it finally clicks in my brain, the man steps out from the darkness, right into my line of sight. Every inch of my body runs cold, and I feel like I'm going to puke.
Ghost.
"What the hell do you want?" I yell, standing up on the bed, having the high ground if he were to come any closer.
"I need you, Aria."
"Too bad," I say, "you can't have me."
"Oh but my dear Aria, I already do. You are on my bed, in my bedroom."
I scoff, and jump from the bed to the opposite side, further away from him. "That's ridiculous. Just because I'm in your bedroom, doesn't give you possession over me."
He takes a step towards the bed. "You are at my mercy, Aria. I think that means I own you."
"Fuck you. Let me out of here you bastard. You have no right to kidnap and threaten me." I hiss, slowly walking towards the curtain and towards the window where I might be able to glimpse my outside surroundings.
"Aria, you will in time, come to understand that I don't follow the rules."
"People will come looking for me-"
"Do you not think I did a background check on all your friends and family?" He says.
"I know that your mother and father are the only family you have connections with. And they're all the way in Italy. And your little gang mate Alonzo--we have perfectly dealt with him."
"You didn't," I say, chewing on my lower lip.
"Oh, but I did. No one is coming for you Aria. You're all alone." His smile turns into a devious grin.
"I'm not going to be staying long," I say, gritting my teeth. I quickly move the curtain and take a
peek at the bright outdoors, staring into the large garden ahead of me. It looks like a bloody maze.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that Aria."
"Scapperò, coglione." (I'll run away, asshole.) I mumble more to myself, but he replies instantly.
"Allora ti troverò." (Then I'll find you.) His face is as unreadable as ever, and I can't tell if he is being serious or not.
"You will take a shower and come down for breakfast. Be down in half an hour." He says before turning to leave the room.
"I'm not doing anything you tell me to, stronzo (Asshole.) I retort.
"So we're giving nicknames now, Principessa?" (Princess.)
I can feel myself fuming, and before I know it, I'm racing toward him. He doesn't seem at all fazed, well at least not until I raise my fist at his wicked face, hitting him hard on the nose.
"Cagna." (Bitch.) He groans, stumbling backward. Next, I knee him in the groin, listening to the sweet sound of his cries of pain. I can't deny I enjoy the sounds of others in pain, especially if the said person is my kidnapper.
As he falls onto the ground, I quickly race towards the door, opening it, surprised that it's
not locked. I don't wait to bolt from the room down a white hallway illuminated by skylights
above.
"Aria!" I hear Ghost scream behind me.
He really thought I wasn't going to put up a fight.
I quickly see what looks to be an extremely large living room. I don't take in the details though, as I spot the front door and make a run for it. My hand grips the handle and I'm greeted by the cool morning breeze. And it's that one second I take to breathe in the fresh air that costs me my escape.
His hands grab my waist, yanking me inside. "That's punishment number three." He whispers into my ear.
That's when I finally let myself scream.
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Poisonous Love
Romance"It's a long story." "I watched you cry for about- was it 20 minutes? I have plenty of time."
