fated with death

I'm consumed in an eternal silence where the only sound my ears peek up is the sound of silence, my body feels the hands of darkness teasing it and the smell of my own blood is the only scent I can make detect The days blend into weeks or maybe it's just been a few hours or minutes since I've been trapped in this abyss, you know what they say about time it's a cruel joke and yet it finds ways to humor me. I think I'm alive it maybe not maybe I'm a ghost I'm dead but I just don't know I feel alive tho I could still smell my blood so maybe that's a sign that im not a ghost, I feel uncomfortable in my position but the chains on my hands and legs refrain me from moving much the least I can do is just hear as my blood drips down My eyes wouldn't open I'm not really opposing this the less my eyes take the less my demons know more, i was stuck listening to the continuous loop of my blood "maybe I'll bleed out and die who knows " until I heard the metallic door open I could see faintly rays of light from my eyes but I couldn't open it, I wouldn't dare no one would dare come here unless him and I wasn't going to risk fading off the face of the works in peace. But a sharp sting that traveled along my cheek manages to pry my eyes open immediately, I could see the cold blue eyes that constantly haunted my dreams staring back down at me with a frown on his face "who got his panties in a twist " my face involuntarily wanted to make out a smile but I remember his punishment and it disappears immediately . "We have visitors coming , Rosa" he said the last word with so much hatred and disgust you shouldn't be able to tell from first glance I was his daughter. "You need to look presentable , wear something appropriate and don't embarrass me " he says He wanted me to wear something long,something that would over up the scars and burns he had inflicted on me I could see the threat in his word and I don't want to find out what would happen if I disobeyed him this time. Maybe some broken ribs or maybe I'll be given to his friends whatever it was I didn't want to find out . I wasn't left to think about that as he made his way outside sparing me a cold glance. My body ached and I wasn't talking about the physical pain I was exhausted deep in my heart and sound I could feel the exhaustion but I could also feel the pain and loneliness . Every breath was a struggle to take every movement felt like a sharp stab of pain , tears pricked up at the corners of my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall, crying was a weakness and so was showing any emotions my father had mark that as an imprint in my head the first time he locked me in the dark. Pain Is just the sign that you're alive I remember reading a particular poem but how do I tell the poet that Im not alive I'm just not dead there's a difference after taking some painful stairs and paths I make it to my door step. Upon entering the room I feel nothing I feel the same I take my time to remove the remain steal of cloth that remained on me carefully making sure that i didn't make any contact with a wound, I make my way to the bathroom and soak myself in a bath the hot water dissolves my skin like salt but I don't feel pain I don't feel anything I just feel breaths, I hear my breaths and the occasional thinking of my heart but except from that nothing else. Sighing I make my way out of the bath and into my closet I pick a long blue dress that reaches the ground above my kneel and some nude heels go pair with it , I feel automatic I could see and feel what I was don't yet my brain had no ties with my body at the same time I brush my hair without the aid of a dresser, then make my way down stairs. As I approach my fathers office voices grew louder , I felt like an outsider but it wasn't a decision of mine it was my fate since birth As I entered my father's office, I saw him sitting behind his desk, his cold blue eyes fixed on me. He was a man in his late forties, with a chiseled jawline and a menacing presence. He was flanked by two men I had never seen before, their faces expressionless. "Rosa, these are our guests," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "They're here to discuss a business proposition." I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I knew that my father's business dealings were always shady, and I feared for my safety. "Hello, Rosa," one of the men said, his voice low and menacing. "We've heard a lot about you." I forced a smile, trying to hide my fear. "Hello," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. My father gestured to a chair in front of his desk. "Sit down, Rosa. We have a lot to discuss." I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to run away. But I knew that I couldn't escape my father's wrath. I sat down, my eyes fixed on the men, wondering what they wanted from me As I sat down, I couldn't help but wonder what these men wanted. My father's "business propositions" often came with a steep price, and I feared what they might demand from me this time. "Rosa, these gentlemen are from a... reputable organization," my father began, his voice dripping with deceit. "They're interested in discussing a potential partnership." The men exchanged a glance, their faces still expressionless. One of them, a tall, lean man with a scar above his left eyebrow, spoke up. "Miss Rosa, we're willing to offer you a deal. In exchange for your... cooperation, we'll provide you with a certain level of protection and security." I raised an eyebrow, wary of their intentions. "What kind of protection?" The scar-faced man smiled, revealing a gold tooth. "Let's just say we have connections that can keep you safe from harm." I knew that "protection" often came with a price, and I feared what they might demand in return. But I also knew that I had to play along, at least for now. "I'm listening," I said, trying to sound calm. The men exchanged another glance, and the second man, a burly individual with a thick beard, spoke up. "We need you to... acquire something for us. A valuable item, one that requires a certain level of... finesse." I raised an eyebrow, sensing that this was no ordinary request. "What item?" The men exchanged a glance again, and the scar-faced man leaned forward, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "That's need-to-know information, Miss Rosa. But trust us, it's worth your while." That's the thing about mafia men never trust their words there are always lie woven in between. The men's words hung in the air like a challenge, their eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. I sensed that this was no ordinary request, that they were asking me to do something that could put my life in danger. "What item?" I repeated, trying to sound braver than I felt. The scar-faced man leaned forward, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "Let's just say it's a format containing an information.Something that belongs to a mutual acquaintance." I raised an eyebrow, sensing that they were being deliberately vague. "Who is this acquaintance?" The men exchanged a glance, and the burly man spoke up. "Someone who stole what is hours and won't hesitate to use the information to bring us down " My heart raced someone who held information I had heard my father always mumbling angry words before he would come to the basement and transfer his aggression on me could the person be relates. The men's faces remained expressionless, they wanted me to help them steal from someone but who and why couldn't they assign another person to the job while choose plain old me. We need you to steal from Alessandro, Alessandro that name sounded familiar i tried to recall where I've heard that name from until realization sinks in. They want me to steal from the most feared mafia territory, how would they be able to offer protection to a mouse walking in a tigers territory tonto Steal from the most feared mafia leader in the Italian mafia? It was a suicide mission. "Sé que no hay duda en tus ojos, no les des el placer de replantearse donde ya tienes la mente decidida. Pude ver la emoción detrás de esos ojos enloquecidos, pude sentir tu emoción por robar algo a un hombre que tiene suficiente poder, solo acepta la propuesta." My father says : "I know there is no doubt in your eyes, don't give them the pleasure of rethinking where you already have your mind made up. I could see the emotion behind those crazed eyes, I could feel your excitement to steal something from a man who has enough power, just accept the proposal." He knew of course he would how wouldn't he he turned me into this the same deranged form a exact replica of him the guests seems to be looking at the interaction between my father and I they just understand Spanish then. With one final glance at my fathers eyes I take the words that would destroy me but even at that time a part of me grew excited .