ONGOING
{Book one in the 'Dark' Mafia Series.}
"Kill me," She rasped, her voice hoarse. It was confusing, she wanted this, she wanted me didn't she? What an actress she is. My laugh was now bitter. "That would be too easy," I smirked before releasin...
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~𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 ; 𝟏𝟐:𝟓𝟔𝐩𝐦~
As I opened my heavy eyes the pain came flooding in, there was no light like there was a hospital. I wasn't in the hospital wing at the manor, where the hell could I be then? I wasn't dead, not yet at least.
I bit down on the tongue as my head pounded harder sitting up. I leant back on my unsteady arms pushing my head forward to look around. I glanced around at the dark walls, concrete and dirty, the floor mirrored the stone walls. There wasn't a window anywhere, only a door and... metal bars?
I squinted my eyes in order to get a closer look at what lay in front of the steel bars of my personal prison cell.
Dominico.
I hadn't imagined him dying, because there he lay in the same bloodied clothes his face tilted towards my cell, I stared into his lifeless eyes against his paled face, as his lips stayed parted ever so slightly.
"Dominico, wake up," I mutter.
"Dominico please," I beg.
"Dominico, I need you; please just wake up," I muttered shuffling my way towards the wall of metal.
After only a second I couldn't move any further, I look behind me to find both of my ankles bound by a chain to the bolt on the floor.
"Dominico," I call out again, this time much louder.
Without reason, my eyes begin balling with piping-hot tears.
"Dominico, get up. Just get up," I cry out.
Suddenly his eyes shoot open taking me by surprise as I slip a small gasp and stumble backwards.
Dominico begins laughing menacingly at me, before sitting up and staring directly at me as if he was a starving man, and I was his first meal in a week.
"God," He chokes out through laughter; "You should have seen your face, Ana. Truely unforgettable."
"Why am I here?" I ask.
He doesn't reply, just begins laughing even louder, even placing his hand on his stomach as he stands up.
"Why am I here?" I shout.
"Indoor voice if you will."
"Answer my question."
"You're here because I wanted you here."
"But what do you want from me?"
"Everything, fucking everything." He spits, a wicked smirk painted across his pale lips.
"Where are we?"
"You're in the basement." He mutters, with a duh tone in his voice.
