Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Shit,” I grumble when my bare feet touch the cold cement floor. It’s impossibly cold in this room and I’ve never craved for a blanket more in my life then I do right now.
Inside the tiny bathroom are a toilet and a sink. There is no toilet paper, soap, or any of the things that a normal person would have in their own bathroom at home. I back out of the tiny room, feeling more unsure then I did before I stepped foot inside of it. I scurry over to the mattress, crawling across it, before sitting down in the furthest corner, pulling my legs up to my chest. I’m cold, so cold.
Times seems to blend together. I don’t know how long I sit like this, could be hours, or minutes, maybe even days. There is no real way of telling time here...my eyes start to droop closed again when I hear something happening in front of my door.
I jump up and run to it. I hear the rattling of keys followed by a lock opening. I want to scream, beg, plead...but apart of me is terrified to find out what is on the other side of that door.
Disappointment fills my veins when instead of the large metal door opening, the small flap to the little door inside of the door opens and a plate is shoved inside the room.
“Hello?” I call out, my voice coming out scratchy and raw. “Please, you don’t have to help me, but please tell me why am I here? Tell me who took me,” I beg and get down on my knees hoping to catch a glimpse of the outside world through the tiny opening.
My pleas go unanswered and the door quickly slams shut, nearly knocking the paper plate onto the floor. I eye the sandwich and the bottle of water that’s now all the floor in front of the door. Tears build up in my eyes and threaten to spill over as I make my way back to the mattress leaving the plate of food. Stomach tightens nervously, there is no way I could keep anything down right now.
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I don’t know how many days pass, all I know that I am on the verge of insanity. If I’m not sleeping, I’m crying and when I’m not doing either of those things I’m driving myself insane while trying to figure out why I am where I am.
Every time a meal is brought I try and talk to the person on the other side of the door, but as always they don’t respond. I’ve stopped eating the food they bring in hopes that someone will be forced to come in and talk to me. My eyes often go to the mirror that overlooks the room. Sometimes I get the feeling that I’m being watched and I most likely am since I’m almost certain the damn thing is not just a mirror. I remain on the mattress, just as I always do, attempting to get warm. I’m so cold, I’m not sure I remember what it feels like to be warm anymore. The little thin dress I’m wearing gives me little to no protection, or warmth and I shiver uncontrollably.
Between being cold and the constant fear of the unknown I get little to no sleep. I’m in a constant state of panic, my body is so stiff and exhausted that even tiny movements cause my muscles to ache. I wonder if my sister is looking for me, searching for me? I wonder where I am? Who took me? There are a million questions running through my mind, and no answers to turn too. I shiver against the mattress, my head perks up at a noise outside my door.
My last meal of the day was brought a few hours ago...and this has never happened before. I hear the jingling of keys and deep husky laughter...laughter that belongs to men.
God no. My entire body clams up, when the door opens, a loud creak vibrating through the room. I look up, paralyzed with fear as two dark-haired men enter the room.
“My oh my, look what we have here Luca.” The two men walk unsteadily on their feet towards me. I can smell the alcohol on their breath and there still a few feet away from me.
I’ve wished for the door to open for so long, hating that it kept me trapped in this room, but what I didn’t know was that it protected me, shielded me, because now that it’s open I want it to close, taking the two men before me with it.
“Look at those full lips, I bet they will look great around my cock,” the other man snickers.
“How angry do you think Ivan will be if we pop her cherry?” The first man asks. Fear like I’ve never felt before spirals out of control inside of me. They edge closer towards me, and I wish the wall would swallow me whole, making me disappear from this room and out of reach from these assholes.