Aᴘʀɪʟ 12, 2019.
Sebastian is an undeniably tall, handsome man, with long, wavy black hair; left side faded. Narrow, gray eyes and a strong jaw, that makes his facial features more defined whenever clenched. Even though the faded half, pulls off the gangster look, he still gels his hair back and out of his face for a neater and richer appearance.
Let's just say, today is an odd day for him; he stands before Alessia, mind in distraught and utmost turmoil. His inked arms go up into his hair for the upteenth time, deshiveling it even more, while his torso is bare, exposing his countless amount of tattoos. He paces, back and forth, back and forth, finding himself ranting to Alessia, who is bound to a metal chair, that's nailed to the concrete floor. He rants about things that she doesn't bother to try and understand. Things he himself can't understand.
Sebastian is frustrated.
His black, ripped jeans hangs low on his hips, showing more than he should to a twelve year old, but Alessia's mind is far...near, but definitely far from the psycho venting in front of her. Her wrists hurt from the rope they used to tie her up, her ankles throb from the show she had unintentionally put on for him and his men earlier, trying to escape Mateo's hold.
If she thinks she's already been through shit, then welcome to the underground. Literally.
"I mean, what the fuck is this?! I've never felt those before! They just bombarded me all of a sudden!" Sebastian, again, drags a hand through his silky hair. "I'm supposed to be calm, but DOES THIS LOOK CALM TO YOU ?! Just tell me this," he struggles to catch his breath, glaring at an unresponsive Alessia, who has her head hanging low, "what are feelings?"
She lifts her head, black mop of hair that has been in a bob cut all her life, scatters over her forehead and she peers at him through thick, uncut bangs, which hides her eyes.
"Are you even listening to me?" Sebastian is very observant and although he had heard her whimper in pain multiple times before, he haven't heard her speak a word. "What is wrong with you? Why don't you talk?" he stares hard at the child who simply drops her head again. "I said talk. Fucking talk! I know you aren't mute!"
Alessia grits her teeth, feeling her eyes well with tears. She bites back a sob, but the tears end up flowing when he grabs her cheeks, pinching viciously and snarling, "You won't talk, huh? Let's see about that." He shakes her head from side to side, before releasing her harshly. "You're not leaving here anytime soon. Not until you talk, because my life is boring and yours should be too. Even if it means breaking you all over again..." he trails, meaning again and again and again-
Alessia's cheeks are swollen red, but she knows she hears him correctly. All she has to do is talk and he'll let her go...just talk, say a word....
She bites her bottom lip, then pulls it free, pausing momentarily, searching for something to say. There are so many things in her heart unsaid, but she can't seem to find the key to let them loose.
Her heart is locked off.