Captured by his allure (on going)

Chapter one

Alexia

It had been a week and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It was my usual routine, wake up,go to work, go back home and repeat.

Although no one had contacted me concerning the blueprints, I still couldn't help but feel a bit anxious of what might happen soon.

Maybe they were unable to trace my whereabouts and therefore forgot about me.

It was in the afternoon, and I was walking from the grocery store, and back to my apartment. I didn't feel safe at all, it was as if someone was going to appear out of nowhere, and choke the life out of me. It didn't help that the neighborhood was silent, and I didn't see anyone around.

I increased my pace until I was finally at the door of my apartment. I stood there taken aback as it appeared that someone had been jamming with the damn lock, and they succeeded because the door was unlocked. My instincts told me to get as far as possible from the house and try contacting the police, but I decided against the idea.

I embraced bravery and walked into the apartment like a soldier that I dumbly believed I was. I felt like I was walking right into my death trap but true to what they say, we'll never know if we never even try.

I could hear my heart racing through my ears as I took out the small pocket knife that I always carry in my purse in case of situations like this.

I ensured my movement was steady and stealthy as I headed to the living room. Oddly enough, everything looked the same, and nothing was out of place. Even the empty pizza boxes from last night were scattered on the table as I left them.

My apartment was small thus not capable of being a hiding spot so the person who broke in was probably gone and not hiding somewhere in the shadows of my house.

After confirming there was not a single soul in the house, I threw myself on the couch, releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I shut my eyelids as my cardiac rhythm went back to normal.

Ding-dong

This damn neighbor of mine can't leave me in peace, and he's always at my door for the  stupidest reasons.

I sighed in frustration, but still walked to the door expecting to see Mr. Phil but what I was met with at the door was far from my expectations.

Two men dressed in black suits with dark sun glasses, stood at my door in a stiff postures without making any slight movement.

"Can I hel..." Before I could finish my question, I felt a hard blow at the back of my head and I fell at my doorstep my vision turning into white dots, and finally everything went black.

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I woke up in confusion accompanied by a migraine that made me feel as if my head was about to blow up into shreds.

I was lying on a cold damp floor, so I had to struggle and lift myself up into a sitting position and check my surrounding. I noticed I was in a dark room maybe not so dark because there was a dull lighting coming from a bulb at the center of the ceiling.

There were no windows, only ventilators for air circulation and a small door a few meters from where I was. I tried standing but fell face first on the cold hard floor with a painful thud.

Fuck, I was definitely ending up with a bruised face.

It was like I was given some type of drug to make my limbs weak and it certainly did work, but I was not going to give up that easily.

I tried a few more times, but to no avail, it was as if I was getting weaker after every attempt.

I finally dismayed and saw it was easier staying on the floor in a fixed position than weakening myself with fruitless attempts. I could still recall everything from me going to my apartment to when I got knocked out cold.

I heard the door unlock from other and the sound of heels thumping on the hard concrete made me open my eyes. I was met with black louboutin four inches heels walking straight to me.

I looked up to see a fierce-looking woman staring down at me in disgust.

She had on a jungle green lace dress which seemed to short and tight for comfort but from the way she carried herself, I knew she didn't care at all.

She had straight blonde hair that reached about her waist. I couldn't tell whether it was real or not but hey, who am I to judge. Her whole face was caked with make up that made her look more artificial that she already was.

Before I was done assessing her, I received a hard kick on my neck from her fucking heels.

“So, you're awake.”

Bitch

I muttered, but she must have heard me because another swift blow of the heels came to my head. My skull was definitely ought to break sooner if not later.

“Tie her up immediately." She ordered, her voice dripping with pure venom.

Before I knew it, two built men walked in and my body was dragged all the way to the center of the room. My hands and legs were tightly tied to wooden chair which I didn't even know how it got there. I reacted submissively as I couldn't protest because of how weak I was.

When I thought it was all done and I would be finally left alone, they came back with cords and tied them around my waist.

The men left but the woman was still in the room, and I noticed, she was holding a remote-like device in her hand. My eyes widened in realization.

I was going to be electrified.

"Listen bambina, just be cooperative, and we won't have to do this the hard way.” She spat out with a fake smile, and I took note of the heavy italian accent she had.

"Mmh, and what would the hard way be?" I looked right into her eyes and hissed. I obviously knew what would come next.

"I'm glad you asked." She pressed a single  button, and I felt currents rushing from my abdomen through my whole system. It felt like my insides were puffing out, and shrinking at the same time. Through my whole life, I've felt a lot of pains but this one was utterly unbearable.

It finally stopped, and I let out a harsh groan.

“Now let's begin, how did you manage to access the blueprints.” She asked in a serious tone which turned out playful because of the accent.

"I don't know what you're talking about.” I tried playing dumb. I would have said everything for the sake of my freedom, but it's the hate I felt for her that made me not give out any information.

“Wrong answer.” She pressed the button in anger causing the pain to be more intense than the first.

I literally screamed my lungs out as I begged her to stop, but she seemed to be enjoying my misery, so she didn't.

"Just give me the answer I want and the pain will come to an end." She spoke over my screams and pleads.

"ROT IN HELL!!" I taunted out loud but by the looks of it, she wasn't happy.

The electric currents  stopped, but I was met with a hot slap that left my cheek stinging in pain. I turned and glared at her in full rage.

"Thank the heavens I'm bound in this position by these ropes and this stupid chair or else..."

"Or else what?!" She asked angrily giving me a kick on my stomach.

"Or else I would have already ripped your fucking throat out."

"Too bad you can't." She said mockingly which made me more annoyed and angered.

"I'll leave and let you deal with il feroce tomorrow." She said as she stormed out of the room burning in rage. I heard her lock the door once again.

I was left wondering who this 'il feroce ' might be and from the basic italian knowledge I have,I know it means 'the fierce.'

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Love, tracyy