ABDUCTED

Chapter 3

I was locked up in a dark metallic kind of room, with a single table and two chairs on each side of the table. There was a lamp on the table that faced Cillian, who was already seated.

When asked why, the guards said it was to blur his vision and keep his attention away from my face. Also, it was to keep an eye on his every move and action.

I did my best to convince the two guards with us to leave; after much plea, he succumbed, but as expected, he warned me to be careful whenever I was told that; my heart skipped a beat.

I cleared my throat and sat down. The lamp showed brightly on his face, but he appeared unbothered. He didn't alter his view once as he stared straight at me.

" Uh, good morning, sir," I stuttered. He stared at me, as impassive and silent as ever.

He showed no emotion or any particular expression; yes, his face was vague and scary. He looked me straight in the eyes without the bright light bothering him.

" Uh, I'm Adriana Morgan from Fordham University." I'm here to interview you.

I looked at him, and he still didn't react. His silence was freaking the hell out of me. At that moment, I realized I shouldn't have told him my name. He was intimidating, and I could feel my palms go white and dry.

"Uhm, I heard a lot of rumors lately, like the fact that you belong to a Mafia group and you are Italian," I asked in a cold, shaky voice; he still didn't reply.

I suddenly felt goosebumps around my body and developed cold feet.

He remained impassive, intimidating, and silent; I couldn't beat it anymore and got annoyed.

"Mr. Armani, I hope you know this is an interview, and interviews don't work when only one person is doing the talking," I said courageously though inside, I was already regretting that little courage.

He stared at me with his piercing eyes, and I could feel my tummy turn upside down; I was about to apologize when he leaned forward and smirked.

I swallowed in confusion; he was hot, I had to admit.

He leaned closer, putting his chained hands on the table, causing me to bend backward; I was too scared of him.

Just when I was about to call one of the guards, he spoke.

" I am Italian," I blinked continuously, trying to breathe normally. Even breathing the same air as him was difficult.

His voice was smooth, calm, and almost gentle, but who was I deceiving? he was a sick person.

" Uhh...," I began, taking out my notebook.

"How old are you," I asked, avoiding his captivating eyes. Evil but captivating.

"Twenty-five..."

I looked up at him, eyes wide.

" Are you f*****g serious?"

The question left my mouth before I realized who I was speaking to; he stared at me, still expressionless.

" Uh, twenty-five." I cleared my throat and moved to the next question.

" Uh, twenty-five." I cleared my throat and moved to the next question.

"When were you arrested for the first time?"

" Twelve," he said.

I swallowed.

"F-for what crime?"

" Nothing severe," he replied with a dangerous smile.

" Which was?"

" I killed a whole family..."

Nothing severe!

I did my best not to pass out. He did that to freak me out, and he succeeded.

" Mr. Cillian, when did you arrive in America?" I asked again.

He looked at me without saying a word for three minutes. I thought he wasn't going to reply, but he did.

I had to take over the Mafia at the age of ten with the help of my father's friend.

My eyes popped out as I noted the information with shaky hands.

"Go on"

" I was transferred to America with some older members. I was the youngest involved in drug and arms trafficking. I smuggled them from here to Italy. I learned to kill and was trained to become a leader.

"At twelve," I silently noted.

"How were you caught and arrested," I asked.

"At twelve, I killed my girlfriend of the time.

I stared at him like he was crazy, and he remained expressionless.

" Why?"

"She cheated on me."

"What? How old was she?" I asked, shocked to find how I'd just spoken to him.

"Twenty"

" Twen- " I suddenly felt dizzy, unable to complete my sentence. I leaned back in my chair, trying to access all the information I received.

" You're are quite foolish." He suddenly said.

"Wh-what?" I asked, confused.

" Do I look twenty-five?"

What are you trying to imply?

"You are easily manipulated; you are easily convinced into believing things; what a pity."

"I don't understand," I mumbled.

" You see? I'm thirty-two.

He didn't look thirsty two one bit.

I got confused.

"Okay?"

"Still so stupid."

"Why are you confusing me."

" I usually get my victims confused and uneasy before killing them," he said.

"What a minute!" Was he trying to tell me I was some victim? I needed to get out of there very fast.

" I appreciate fear in people," his voice interrupted my scary thoughts.

" I- I am not scared," I lied. He leaned even closer, and I stopped breathing.

" How dare you lie?" He whispered with a deadly voice.