MELISSA.
I screamed my head out as I sighted him. It felt like being caught by the devil himself. Struggling to my feet, he watched as I backed away from him. His eyes raked over me, smiling devilishly. My hitching breath synced with my racing heart.
"Run!" He breathed and like I was compelled by his words, I bolted.
His maniacal laughter filled my ears as I ran anywhere I found a way. I didn't care where I ran to, I just wanted to get away from this monster.
Running up another flight of stairs, I made my way into a dark corridor. Pausing, I looked around for anywhere suitable for me to hide. Spotting a fairly large box at a corner, I ran towards it. When I opened it, there lay a bunch of dirty papers oiled up within. I pushed them all to one side and then entered the box. Cramping myself into its small space, I shut the box.
My head was cranked in the most uncomfortable ways possible and I couldn't even feel my legs. Coupled with the immense pain that was surging through my flesh, I was in a state of agony. Is this what I get for simply manning up and taking an impossible mission? Is this what I get for trying to do something that pleased my father? This wasn't what I signed up for.
Tears stung my eyes, threatening to fall on my cheeks. Sweat soon began to pour down my body as the heat within this box became overwhelming. I thought my bones would snap any second with the way I positioned myself. But I couldn't leave this place, I mustn't.
I heard footsteps entering the vicinity and I kept quiet as much as I could. Gawd, does he always have to know where I hide?
The footsteps closed in on me until it stopped. I held my breath as more sweat rolled down my body. My heartbeat echoed in my ear and I hope he doesn't hear it.
There was a metal sound just outside the box. It sounded like…wait, was he locking the box? Shit, the motherfucker is locking me in!
I jerked around, and hit the box from within, trying to stop him from locking me in. But it was already done, I couldn't push the box open anymore.
"Don't do this you monster!" I wailed. Tears rolled down my eyes uncontrollably.
As if that wasn't enough, I felt the box tilt backward until the back of the box touched the ground. He was pushing me.
He continued to push the box, turning the back to the ground on and on. I was subjected to a highly agonizing situation.
"Stop!" I yelled, trying to avoid the hard and dirty books from hitting me. My head banged, my knees folded, my stomach lurched, I swallowed dust but Vincent didn't stop turning the box. It got to the time that I didn't bother to beg anymore, I knew he wouldn't listen. It was a joy for him to see his victims suffer.
After almost a…well, I lost track of time, he finally stopped pushing. I heard the sound of metal and the box was opened.
I sat, cramped up in there, my breath ragged and my body throbbing with pain.
His hand gripped my hair and pulled me out with it. I flinched in pain.
"Come on kitten, it's not time to get weary yet." I hated his voice now, I couldn't stand it and I flinched on hearing it.
He lifted me effortlessly, placing me on his shoulder like I was a lost sheep and carrying me along.
He walked down the corridors until he got to his bedroom. That dreaded place.
"Since you've proven that the bed won't hold you, how about we try something else?"
He dropped me on a chair and began to wrap a rope around me. I jerked around, trying not to allow him to do what he wanted to.
"Stay still!" He growled and pushed my face down. He held my hands together tightly and tied a rope around my wrists. I was weak, the pain he had subjected me to was unbearable so I couldn't pull out more tantrums and just allowed him to tie me up on the chair.
When he was done, he sat before me. Glaring into my eyes he asked, "Ready to budge?"
"Never!" I retorted with a scowl.
"Thought as much," he mumbled and brought out his phone. "You will soon." He said.
"Pfft, what are you going to do with that? Call the cops?" I mocked. He chuckled but went on to operate his phone. He then turned the screen to me and the first view that came to me was Devon.
"What?" I screamed, leaning forward like I wanted to enter the phone. He was in the same position as I was strapped to a chair.
"Don't you fucking touch him!" I barked at Vincenzo.
"This young lad was caught sneaking into the corridor we met right after my men had cleared yours." He explained, a smirk dancing on his lips. My gaze was still locked on my unconscious cousin who had a gun pointed to his head.
"Wondered what he was doing there."
"If you lay a single finger on him, I swear I…"
"What? Call the cops?" He said with a loud laugh. I felt terrible.
"Don't do this!" I yelled again, not caring about the tears that rolled down my eyes. I couldn't lose Devon in the middle of all these, I just couldn't.
"Tell me which mafia you're in and I will spare your little brother," Vincenzo whispered into my ear.
"No," I cried. I couldn't…the omertà…
"No?" The gun that was pointed at his head pressed against his temple and I cried harder.
"Please!" I finally screamed the word. I would do anything just to avoid Devon's death.
"That isn't the answer I am looking for." He maintained a stoic face as he stared right into my eyes.
"Last chance, kitten, or this lad's brain gets splattered onto the screen." He threatened. I shook my head violently, jerking against the binds and screaming.
"Kill the kid." He declared and I heard the familiar sound of a gun clicking. He was ready to pull the trigger…no!
"Hitler!" I screamed breathlessly. I panted loudly and my heart raced faster than my thoughts, even my teeth clattered in my mouth.
"Now I had a hunch," Vincenzo scoffed.