Chapter 95
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I groaned at the bright light that was shining through the blinds, bringing my consciousness back. Squint-eyed I let out another groan feeling the fatigue taking reign over my body, the energy being completely depleted from it.
"God, what time is it?" I rasped, bringing my hand to my forehead- my head still in a hazy state.
'Hmm?' My eyes shifted to my hand, noticing something off about it. Staring long and hard at it a sudden realization hit me in the gut and I jackknifed into a sitting position.
"Argh!" A cry that was coated with unadulterated pain went passed my lips, feeling a sharp pain flashing through my spine. Grinding my teeth, my upper body bend over as my hand wind behind my back; rubbing the sore spot.
"What the hell?" I muttered incredulously. "Why is my back so so-" Memories of the vigorously exercise that mafia boy and I executed the other day filled my mind- taking my power of speech away.
I felt my body flaring up as the embarrassing feeling washed over me. the knuckles of my fingers were turning white, gripping the wool duvet with all of their strength. "That bastard won't get away with toying with my body like that." I said through gritted teeth promising vengeance and that's when something of my hand caught my eye again.
"They aren't on." I mumbled to myself, watching the red mark that was wounded around both of my wrists; a remnant of their imprisonment with the cuffs. A second thing that caught my attention was my clothed body. I was wearing a white oversized t-shirt which obviously didn't belong to me and when I slightly pulled up the blanket, I saw that I wore black pants.
'When did he do this?' I wondered. 'Huh? Wait a second that also means then…'
Hesitant I pulled up my pants to take a peek and I could feel my face being painted with crimson at the horrifying sight of my cleaned bottom. I was sure that he came inside of me but nothing is leaking out. For that matter my sweat has been cleaned up too and my body smelled good.
I scowled. Why did he bother to clean me? Back in the past when I sold my body for some small cash the guys would immediately leave after relieving themselves not even bothering cleaning their own shit that they had left behind in the room. I would clean up everything- it was the same with my past relationships.
So why would he?
I groaned, ruffling my hear in frustration. 'Whatever! Let's not think about it, you're not good at thinking anyway.' I reminded myself.
The most important thing right now is trying to figure out on how to "escape." I uttered the last word and winced at the hoarseness of my voice- my throat feeling like sand paper.
"I need water right now." I rasped, bringing my hand to my throat, wanting to sooth the itching feeling. I flinched feeling my fingers grazing at something…metallic? In an alarmed state I sprung out of the bed and ran to the bathroom.
Swinging the door open I ran with a haste to the sink to look at the mirror that hung above it. Leaning closer to the mirror shock crossed my face when it dawned on me what that thing was that was enclosed around my neck. My body shook with anger, bringing my trembling fingers to my neck to touch the metallic collar. In the middle of the collar was something red that kept on blinking.
I tried to pry it off me, but no matter how hard I pulled on it- it won't come off.
"What the fuck is this!" I sheeted, slamming my hand at the marble wall next to the mirror. Quivering eyes that were still shaking with fury peered at the collar in the reflection. So, after bringing me by force to Italy and binding my hands against the wall- you now want to collar me like a fucking dog!?
My fist collided with the sink as I was heaving with anger. Well sorry to tell you this mafia boy, but I am not going to play your stupid game! I have to get out of here. I also have to figure out how to get this off, but that's something that we can think about when I get out of this shit-hole.
I turned on the faucet, quenching my parched mouth with the running water. Back in the room I started to search around, scavenging in hope to find something to defend myself against him and his lackeys, but no matter how hard I looked around I wasn't able to find anything that could be labeled as a weapon.
"Shit!" I cursed, stomping my foot frustrated on the ground. What now? interweaving my arms in front of my chest I pondered. Humming in thought my eyes darted to the door. I trudged to it and when I stood in front of it, I placed my hands on my waist- scrutinizing the doorhandle.
There's no way that the door is open. Should I just try to break the doorhandle? Leaning closer I placed my ear at the wooden door, straining it- trying to pick up any footsteps or chatters.
Hearing nothing, I leaned back and placed my hand on the doorhandle and tried to push it down.
A clicking sound could be heard. My jaw went slack, my eyes went broad; watching agape at the door that was ajar.
Confusion enshrouded my mind as I unwittingly took a step back, looking at the door skeptic. They didn't lock the door? Did they perhaps forget? I shook my head. No, they wouldn't make a mistake like that.
I glanced at the door wearily and placed my hand back at the doorhandle, clasping my fingers around. Should I just make a run for it? They didn't blindfold my eyes when they brought me here so I do know where I am. I'm in one of the bedrooms on the first-floor of this mansion. Right, at the end of the hallway is a staircase that leads straight to the lobby and immediately past that is the door that leads to the outside. If I just sprint full strength then I can make it out of here in no time. They can't easily catch me as I'm pretty nimble- well my lower back does hurt like a bitch, it can influence my speed, but there is still no way that they can catch me.
"Okay, lets do this." I muttered to myself with a determinate expression. I swung the door wide open and started to run.
"Comare*." A low timbre voice came from right behind me, stopping me in my tracks as I spun around in fright. "Jesus Christ!" I shrieked.
