The Stolen Mafia Princess

Broken

{Unknown POV}

I’ve been strung up with my hands over my head, in this dark room for so long that I’ve stopped trying to keep track of time. There is no color, no sound, no feeling besides pain, and loneliness. With there being no light in this place, I’m unable to tell if it’s even day or night.

I hear the men who are keeping me here every once in a while, whispering about news that they have from the higher ups. Mostly to do with holding me this way.. not allowing me to get out, asking what I know, what I remember. That’s just it though.. I can’t remember anything. Ever since I woke up here, I can’t seem to recall anything. Even when I sleep, I don’t dream, I’m beginning to think there is no hope for my memory in this dam* place. They keep calling me the LaRoux Bambina.. I’m not sure what any of it means. They have asked me about my family, my siblings, my father, and someone named Alexi. I have cried, begged, and pleaded with them to let me go. Told them that they must have the wrong girl, that I don’t know who they’re talking about. Either way, the sessions of questioning always ends the same, the man in the black suit always uses me as a punching bag, then leaves. This time, I would ask my own questions, I had to. I had to try to figure out something, because I can’t keep doing this.. being tormented for someone else’s crimes.

Suddenly the door flung open, and in walked the man in the black suit. His hair was jet black, and slicked back meticulously. His eyes were a deep blue, and his skin a pale white. “Margaret.. are you finally ready to talk?” He asked, his voice deep, and devoid of emotion. He had a thick accent, and it seemed as if his English wasn’t very good.

I looked up at my hands, my wrists have been bruised, and bleeding for a while now, the pain has been immense. “I keep telling you, I don’t know who you’re talking about!” I cried.

His blow landed hard on the side of my face, causing my ears to ring. “Your lies will get you nowhere! When are you finally going to learn that?” He asked, as he took off his jacket, placing it on the chair and rolling up his sleeves. “You are going to cooperate, you have no other option!” He snapped, walking back to the front of me, and smirking as he looked over my battered body. “Though, I do commend you on your resolve, most people would have broken by now.. perhaps I’ll have to take a more.. serious approach.” His eyes went dark, as he grabbed my shirt and tore down the front of it, ripping it in half. “I could let all of my men come in here, and do whatever they want to you..” he smiled, a vicious smile. “Or, you could tell me what you know.”

My body shook, as tears poured down my face. “Please, don’t hurt me! I keep telling you, I don’t know anything! The only thing I can remember is waking up here! I swear, I don’t know anything! I don’t remember anything! I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?” I pleaded.

Another blow hit me across the face, hard enough to spin me around, jolting my body around. Being suspended from the ceiling, and unable to move has made me weak. I have felt my life drained from me, and I can’t see myself making it much longer. “You’re good, quite the actress, but we know that your family has begun planning against us, and we also know that they were all devastated by your death. I was told your funeral was quite depressing.. not a dry eye in the house.” He grabbed my chin roughly, making me look at him. “For me, knowing this is a good thing. That means that no one is looking for you, they all think that you’re dead. Face it Margaret, no one is coming to save you, but if you help us, then we may be able to get you down from there, and get you into a nice room.” His smile made me sick, he made me sick, his entire personality making bile rise in my throat. I kicked him, hard, knocking him to the floor.

I groaned, as the movement caused my wrists to rub against the rope. Reopening the wounds that have yet to heal since I have been strung up this way for so long. “I keep telling you, I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true, I DON’T KNOW!” I screamed. “I woke up here, and that is all I know, all I have known is you monsters, and this hell that I’m in! Please, if you’re going to kill me, just do it already. I can’t take any more of this, I just want it all to end!” I cried out loudly, tears pouring down my cheek, and burning the new cuts that decorated my face from this man’s torture.

He stood up, brushing himself off, and smirked. “Fine.” he grabbed my throat and squeezed it tightly. “I have to go on a trip, just for a few days, that way I can try to fish out some information from some of our allies. I’ll tell my men that you are not to be touched, or harmed, but when I get back, if you are still unwilling to cooperate.. I’ll tell them that they can do anything they want to you. Try your best to remember your life before I get back, otherwise..” he chuckled releasing me from his grip and turning away from me. “Well, I won’t be able to assure your safety!” He laughed, grabbing his coat and leaving the room, closing the door behind him, and once again leaving me in this darkness.