Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -7-

 Daniel nods and scrambles out of the room. 

 I look after him and really wish I had Japanese throwing star hidden somewhere so I could knock the bastard down. 

 For money? Or whatever reason he threw out his humanity and sold me like piece of cattle to someone he didn’t even know. s**t, even if they were brothers, you do not do that. I am not being naïve or small minded, humans should not be for sale. I just have to hope they don’t throw me in a ditch like a piece of garbage when they are done with me.

 If I manage to get out of this hell hole I will hunt him down.

 But hell with him right now, I have bigger fish to fry right now. 

 I turn to look at Barraza, straighten my back and walk into the office with fake confidence. 

 “I would like you to return my things so I could leave,” I say with my eyes fixed on him. I really hope he can’t see my trembling knees or sweaty hands. I may hold my head high but the rest of my body is failing me.

 He bursts into laughter and I am fighting with myself and with my bladder to not to pee in my pants. Oh right, I don’t have pants, this little detail managed to slip my mind already.

 “Gianna, I just paid shitload of money to get you here. Tell me why should I let you go?” he turns his back at me and walks behind his desk to take a seat. Well he clearly isn’t parading fake power. He is oozing the real one and the room is filled with it.

 Meanwhile my fake confidence is fading and desperation is kicking in. My chances of getting out of here are slimming by the second. Tick tock, tick tock baby. My window to be brave and find out what is happening is closing fast.

 “Tell me what the f**k is going on? Why would you even want me here?” I can feel the burning sensation that comes right before tears start falling. But I won’t let them fall. Not yet. Not in front of him.

 He leans back in his chair and motions Goliath to leave.

 I hear the door close but I don’t want to look. I don’t want to find myself alone with him in this room that seems to get smaller as minutes pass by. I want my mind have the illusion that I can still just walk away.

 “I am useless to you. I have no information nor connections that could benefit you.” I try desperately to show him why he should let me go. Why he has no real use for me. Well despite the obvious use that is called ‘getting some p***y’ but I try to push that though back where it came from.

 I have covered too many k********g situations to know that I cannot talk myself out of it but girl has to try.

 “You want to leave?” He asks while standing up, removing his jacket and putting it neatly across his chair. He rolls up his shirt sleeves and crosses his arms on his chest, “fine, leave.”

 He is playing games with me. Douche knows I cannot leave and the mocking look in his eyes proves that he his well aware of that. I have no clothes, no passport, no money and I have no f*****g idea where I am. Even if they opened the front door for me, wouldn’t guarantee I’d ever make it past the front gate.

 “You are an asshole.” 

 “Oh honey, I am way worse than that,” he says looking straight into my eyes and closes the distance between us with just few steps. “And you will find out just how much worse,” he says while taking hold of my neck and backing me against the wall.

 All air leaves my lungs as his hard body presses against mine and his intoxicating scent consumes me. 

 My brain stops working but my body is very much alert. 

 I can feel him smelling my hair and his body tensing against mine. 

 I should hate this. I should hate him. 

 I try to take deep breath to calm myself but my lungs flunk me.

 “Why,” I whisper with a shaky voice.

 “Because revenge has no rules,” he says releasing me from his hold and turns his back on me. “You are just collateral.”

 “Why me?” I need to understand to evaluate how big of a mess I am in and who the f**k has stirred me into this.

 “Why not? GIANNA MENDEZ.”