Nataly
I'm still holding the knife in my hands and a million possibilities run through my mind.
I don't want to look tense in front of Antonio Delavega. That would not look good.
Deep down, I really wish the situation was different.
I can't help but wish that he was the one sitting on that chair.All tied up and experiencing all the torture. If that were the case, I wouldn't have been this hesitant.
I would literally enjoy slicing his body into pieces,taking out his heart for some vultures to feed on. Maybe use his head as a playing ball.
Just thinking about the fact that he's bald, I would literally make some drawings on his head as he groans in pain and I enjoy watching him bleed. With me toying with the knife on his head.
It would really be lovely sight to watch him beg, considering the fact that he's always had the world at the palm of his hand and always gets whatever he wants, no matter who dies or who gets hurt in the process. Every evil he's committed.
I almost let out a smirk. But just thinking of how I would torture him, makes the corners of my lips almost curve into a smile. Yeah that's right, I can't wait for the day I'll show my real self.
For now, honestly, I have no idea of what I can do to Mr Ivan.
So I bend my back to level up with his position, since he's sitted on a chair all tied up. I do it slowly to buy some time, so that my mind can think quickly of what to say.
If he were a psychic, it would have been easier. He would simply read my mind and know that this is not what I want. Or rather, that what I feel for the man standing behind me is possibly the same as what he feels towards him.
I look deep into his eyes and at some point I can tell he's kind of terrified but he's trying so hard to fight it.
He still smells of torture and he looks cold, literally. The bruises look worse when I'm closer to him and this doesn't surprise me in the slightest bit. I mean, being captured by the Delavegas, what would one expect?
For what it's worth, at least he still has all his fingers intact. For now, I guess. And maybe other parts of the body.
"So," I speak up while running the knife to the side of the chair, I haven't taken my eyes off him.
I intended to ask him a question but then my mind strikes back quickly and another question pops up. A question meant for Antonio.
"Withholding information huh? I don't even know what's going on here. How did YOU.."
"He's working for someone. I just want the name. Is that a hard task Ms Banes?"
My mind must have forgotten just a little bit, who I'm dealing with. And that I have to prove my worth again.
Just as he's just asked the question, it makes me wish to turn around and slice his throat with the same knife.
" I thought we were supposed to start with the thigh." he echoes again.
He must have noticed my hesitation. I need to be smart here otherwise it won't be long before he realizes what I'm actually doing. Stalling.
But even if I stall, what are the odds that someone or something would actually rescue me?
Three men are standing at the door and Antonio is right behind me. Just barking orders.
Among these people who are free, no one could actually rescue me, unless magic came to existence. That's absurd.
"Or do you have other plans?" he adds.
"Actually yes," I respond with an idea slightly slipping in my mind. I don't think twice about what I'm about to say. The consequences.
"Do tell?" He says, showing a lot of interest in What I have to say.
I rise and shift my gaze towards him, and I can feel my eyes becoming smaller as I try to explain. I don't want to sound nervous.
"Don't you think he's not talking, because there's a lot of us in here?" it's the most ridiculous thing I could say, but still.
"Oohw," he whispers.
All this while, Mr Ivan is throwing angry stares at us. He must hate me right now.
And certainly he must be cursing inwardly.
"Boys, would you give us a moment?" Antonio raises his hand and instructs his men who unhesitatingly walk out of the room.
But I wanted some alone time, how do I tell my "boss" to leave? Would it make a difference though? If he leaves, there must be an ICT room somewhere in the building.
Yeah, most of their warehouses that I've seen have them and from there, through the surveillance cameras in each room they can monitor every activity in the area. This could not be any exception.
I twitch my eyes unknowingly and Antonio notices. "Oh, do you want me to leave too?" It sounds ridiculous at the moment until he actually gives me his back after a while
What just happened? This guy is always unpredictable. He could even turn around and kill us both-Mr Ivan and I-just in that moment. Instead he only turns and says," You better give me something positive.
Don't make me wait for so long," and then he leaves. Just like that. And I am alone with his prisoner. Although to be fair, I know better than that.
He's probably going to watch the whole scene. No, he's certainly going to watch the whole scene. And at this moment, I don't know how much trouble I've gotten myself into.
When it's finally me and Mr Ivan in the room, it's quiet for a while.
This is a very awkward situation and my life somehow depends on him.
We could make some kind of deal or something but we're being monitored. Everything we say and do is being monitored.
This could be very risky.
"So, Maria, that's your real name I presume."Mr Ivan finally speaks up after being silent even after the torture he must have gone through. oh shit! I know the first question from Antonio is going to be how the fuck did this man know my name?
But again, I would deny everything about Mr. Ivan. Don't judge,I'm just trying to survive here. Actually, come to think of it, no one is actually my friend here.
So I go back to questioning him
"Okay, I'll go straight to the Point. So you're working for someone huh?" I gather some courage to talk to him.
"Guess you just need to look at yourself in the mirror first," he answers.
Oh Crap! What was I thinking, asking to be left alone with him. If this man says some things, then it won't take long before Antonio puts things together and holds me captive, for questioning too, before he finally kills me that is.
But this situation was already dire, the moment I set foot in this room.
Well the moment I saw the man being held captive was Ivan. But the fact is , I just made things worse and there's no turning back
Was this day planned all along? I'm starting to believe that maybe my end time is here unless I input my wise skills.
"What do you want to know from me?" he asks. From the smirk that's coming from his injured face, I can tell that he has a lot to say to Me.
The worst thing I could do is kill him, to silence him, but no. I also have questions that I need answers to.
If he had lied to me, it could also mean he knew something about my kidnappance. Somehow connected to it. Or wait could he be
"I don't know what's going on here but.."
Before I can finish my statement the door suddenly cracks open.
Is Antonio back already? It hasn't even been two minutes.
I turn around with my eyes focused at the door. What meets my gaze is more shocking.
"Holy crap! What the..?"
Yeah, I know that face and that voice. What I know about it is that it's always troublesome. Every time we meet. It's always going to be an argument.
That's the jerk standing at the door.My everyday asshole - though we have known each other for a number of days that I can count with my fingers without any trouble. DAVID!
I hate to say it but this time he's actually saving me from whatever mess I was about to be. That's it.
A fire is going to be lit up in this room, if Antonio has been watching. Oh this stubborn son of my mortal nemesis. Who knew that one day I'd be thankful for his presence
I silently heave a sigh of relief. This knife in my hand must feel tired, for being held with no action.
But again, how did he end up here? And why is he here?