My Mafia Savior, My Hero

Isabella's pov I don't know how long I've been unconscious, but I know the air is very cold. I opened my eyes and instantly regretted it. Everything around me was spinning. I tried to move, but my body refused to cooperate. The worst was when I opened my mouth, it was dry and my lips were chapped. What the hell happened to me? A wind whooshed in and I hugged myself. The cold made my skin feel like ice. Where the hell was I? Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream echoed in the room and I screamed, terrified, shaken, afraid. Who was that? “Help! "Help me, please!” The words were slurred but loud enough for me to hear. “Who - who are you?” I asked, but those words didn't reach anyone. They only echoed back in my head. Something in the shadows moved, and I found myself screaming. My throat was raw, but I couldn't stop screaming. Now, I realize I'm in a cold, dark room with no idea how I got here or where “here” is. I needed help and the only way to get it was by screaming. I felt the cold, hard surface beneath me, trying to make sense of where I was. It took me a moment to realize I was in the back of a van. Panic surged through me and I tried to sit up but my hands and feet were cuffed. The van swayed, reminding me of where I didn't want to go. My memories returned. “Help!” My voice cracked as I screamed. No one answered. I thrashed against the window, my eyes blurring with tears. “Uncle Draco! Uncle Draco! Please, don't do this! Don't let them take me!” A part of me was convinced that my fate had been sealed, that no one was coming to save me, but the other half believed help would come. Lies. That was exactly what I told myself the night I decided to run away but… . The last thing I remember was Uncle Draco stabbing me in the neck with a syringe. Then darkness. He had told me I was doomed and this was it. The van came to an abrupt stop, throwing me forward. Pain exploded in my head and I winced. At that same moment, the back door swung open and gloved hands grabbed my legs. “Hey! Let me go!” I screamed, trying to wriggle out of the stranger's hold. I wasn't blindfolded, but I couldn't make out his or her face. “Shut your mouth, b***h!” A harsh feminine voice barked. My assailant was a woman. Immediately, I was dragged out of the van and tossed to the floor like a sack of potatoes. “Grab her.” The woman commanded. Another pair of gloves hands pulled me to my feet, and I was thrown over someone's shoulders like a doll. The fatal blow to the head when I fell to the floor and so the wound began to hurt. I hit my kidnapper in the shoulders, trying to get him to put me down, but my punches did nothing to stop him. The more I hit him, the more strength I lost. The role spun around me and my vision was fading. “No. Don't let them take me.” I sobbed. “Shut up!” My kidnapper snarled and I pursed my lips. Before the darkness swallowed me, I whispered into the wind. “Damn you, Uncle Draco.” **** When I regained consciousness, I wasn't in the back of the van. The room was cold like a van and the walls looked damp under the dim light. I shriveled back in fear, feeling the floor under my hand. It was hard and unforgiving. Just like Uncle Draco. I pulled my knees to my chest. The room had a bad smell and it made me sick to my stomach — health-wise and home-wise. “Hello?” A shrill voice called out, and I peered into the darkness. It was the same voice from before – the girl that screamed. My heart raced in my chest as I looked around frantically. Where is she? Then I found her. She sat on the floor like I did, thinly-dressed and wide-eyed. And she wasn't alone. There were other girls like her. Some of them were lying down while some were standing. But they all stared at me, feeling the same fear I felt. I tried to stand up but my legs wobbled. “Don't.” The same girl called out. “Remain where you are.” “Why?” I asked quietly. “Where are we?” Before she could reply, heavy footsteps echoed outside. Someone was coming. Who? The door swung open, and a young woman stepped inside the room. Her green eyes darted around the room, and she grinned from ear to ear. “Oh. They're all ripe for the picking.” What? The woman stepped forward, still holding the smile on her red lips. “Welcome to Hell's Pit.” Hell's Pit? Her Hell's Pit? What is that? What kind of place is it? I tried to ask but I couldn't. Those words kept getting stuck in my throat. The woman went on. “My name is Octavia, and I am the Head Maid of Hell's Pit. I am your senior, and you will accord me the respect I deserve. Understand?” “Why are we here?” A girl asked. Madam Octavia took a step closer. “You want to know why?...” “Yes.” The girl replied with a shaken voice. “Well, you've been sold, sweetheart.” When she said those words, everyone in the room panicked. “You'll hear to do one thing : breed. Your bodies are no longer yours.” I rose to my feet. “Sold? S - Sold?” Then it hit me. Uncle Draco drugging me… The spine-chilling van …. No! I wasn't supposed to be here. Uncle Draco did this! He sold me! The girl from earlier began to scream. “I don't belong here! I'm not supposed to be here!” “That's what the others said,” Madam Octavia laughed. “Listen up, girls. Your fate has been set in stone. You all are breeders, and you will perform your duties excellently well. Am I clear?” No one answered. A loud bang echoed in the room, forcing us into compliance. “Yes, ma'am!” The room chorused. I looked at the other girls — they were terrified, some of them looked like they had come to accept that this would be their new reality. I clutched my arms around myself, my body trembling. None of us were safe.