MELISSA'S POV
As I slowly opened my eyes, the familiar blue glow of Vincenzo's room enveloped me, a haunting reminder of my captivity. But something was off. Instead of the cold, hard floor, I found myself on a soft, inviting bed. The realization hit me like a thunderbolt, and I jolted upright, only to be met with a searing pain that shot through my body like a lightning bolt. I gasped, my mind reeling as memories of Vincenzo's cruel torture flooded back.
'How long have I been out?' The fog in my mind refused to clear, leaving me disoriented and terrified. I gingerly touched my bruised skin, wincing as my fingers made contact with the tender areas.
'This is your chance to escape, don't miss it,' I whispered to myself, as I slowly threw off the duvet, a spark of determination ignited within me.
The soft fabric slid away, revealing my battered body, a map of bruises and scars that seemed to scream 'run!' I gazed around the room, my eyes darting towards the door, my heart racing with the thrill of possibility.
As doubts crept in, threatening to suffocate my resolve, I summoned the ghosts of my heritage. "I am Melissa Antonio Hilter, the first daughter and only child of the Hilter's - the feared and revered bosses of the underworld."
The weight of my family's legacy settled upon me like a mantle, infusing me with a steely determination. I recalled the stories of my parents' ruthless rise to power, their cunning and strength in the face of adversity. Their blood coursed through my veins, and I tapped into that reservoir of ferocity, letting it fuel my own unyielding spirit.
"I would not be held captive, not by Vincenzo, not by anyone. I am a Hilter, and Hilters do not bow down." I said, gathering all the strength in me, ignoring my pains and headed for his closet.
I changed from the pajamas I was wearing to my leather pants and Vincenzo's black t-shirt since I couldn't find my leather jacket. Tying my hair into a ponytail,I picked up his black face cap and wore it. As I was about to close his closet, my eyes spotted a black hoodie and I slipped it on. Picking up his black shade I put it on. His hoodie was a little oversized but I needed it. There wasn't any weapons so I took the porcelain flower vase on the cupboard close to the door and gently turned the door knob but it was locked. Taking the needle on the cupboard I tried to pick the lock.
A growl of frustration tore from my lips as I wrestled with the lock. "Ughhh! Why won't this damn thing open?" I moaned, my patience wearing thin.
But then, the satisfying click echoed through the air, a sound that never failed to bring me a thrill. I'd done this before, and the familiarity of it all calmed my racing heart. The relief that washed over me as the lock disengaged was short-lived, however, as I realized the door was locked from the outside.
"Fuck! I need to think fast!" I exclaimed, slamming my palm against my forehead in a burst of frustration. The sting of it cleared my head, and I refocused, my mind racing with options. I knew I had to act quickly, before Vincenzo or his goons realized I'd escaped.
As I fumbled with the lock, the sudden blaze of white light in the room made me recoil, like a creature caught in a predator's gaze. Vincenzo's throat clearing from the bathroom door sent a shiver coursing through my veins, as if the sound itself was a cold caress on my skin.
'Had he been lurking in the shadows, watching me struggle, the entire time?' The thought sent a wave of terror washing over me.
His laughter erupted from the bathroom, a menacing, mirthless sound that seemed to seep into my very bones.
"Did my precious kitten try to escape after passing out for almost a week?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice and condescension.
The way he spoke, his words dripped with a sinister intent, making my skin crawl. He continued to laugh, the sound growing louder, more maniacal, and I felt my heart racing with fear, my breath catching in my throat.
As he started walking towards me, his eyes locked onto mine with an unblinking stare. I could feel my heart racing, my palms growing sweaty, as he approached me with a slow, deliberate pace. It was as if he was savoring the moment, relishing the fear that was building inside me.
I raised the porcelain flower vase, its delicate form trembling in my grasp, as I warned him, "Stay away from me. Don't come any closer."
My voice was steady, but my words were laced with a quiet desperation, a plea for him to stop his advance. But he just kept coming, his eyes never leaving mine, laughing like I was saying something funny and kept approaching.
"'Oh my God, I'm so scared!' he exclaimed, his voice dripping with sarcasm and sadistic glee.
He burst into a fit of hysterical laughter, the sound echoing off the walls.
With a surge of adrenaline, I swung the vase with all my might, aiming straight for his smirking face. But Vincenzo was too quick, dodging with ease and tilting his head back with a fluid motion. The vase whizzed past his ear, mere inches from his skin.
He let out a mocking "oops!" and said, "Sorry, it seems like you missed the target, Kitty." His words were laced with sadistic amusement, and he burst into another fit of laughter.
I swung the vase again and again, determined to hit his head, but Vincenzo dodged each blow with ease, his movements fluid and calculated. He mocked me with every swing, his laughter echoing off the walls, and his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. I was getting tired, my arms aching and my breath coming in ragged gasps. I leaned against the wall, my strength waning, and that's when Vincenzo saw his chance. He began to close in on me, his steps slow and deliberate, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. I tried to raise the vase again, but my arms felt like lead, and Vincenzo's laughter grew louder, more triumphant.I stood there, my heart racing, my hand stinging from the impact, and my anger boiling over.
"Is my kitten tired already?" Vincenzo taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.
I glared at him, my chest heaving with exhaustion, my anger boiling over. "I swear to God, if you come any closer, I'll kill you, you sick fuck!' I spat, my words laced with venom. But Vincenzo just laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He grabbed me by the waist, his grip like a vice, and pulled me in closer, his face inches from mine. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, his words whispering against my e
ar: 'Oh, I'm just getting started, my little kitten.'"