Chapter 2
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Emily'S POV
“Get the nurse right now! Don’t just stand there! Get the f*****g nurse already!”
My head was spinning.
“GET THE SEDATIVES!” The voices around me blended into a chaotic atmosphere, but I knew that voice.
It was the unmistakable angry voice of the man who was holding me here.
They kept coming back, the memories, the pain, the fear; it all felt real.
I screamed and thrashed about in bed, tears streaking down my face as I muttered “please do not kill me” over and over while screaming out and trying to fight out of the hold of whoever held me down.
No, they got me. They were going to kill me! I clawed and kicked, but the grip was strong and my vision went blank.
“Let go of me! Don't harm me,” I shouted, trying to hit the person, but the figure didn’t budge.
“Calm down, Emily. It’s just a nightmare.” His voice reached my inner thoughts, and I began to calm down, my chest still heaving visibly.
“Please do not leave now”. I whispered, I was holding quite strongly contracted against the soft fabric of the other person's clothing.
Although he tried to soothe me, the clamor of hurrying feet overwhelmed his voice. Then came a sharp needle in my neck after something was hushed. Flinging as my eyes shut tight, I passed out once more.
The sunrays via the windows woke me up. Sitting up fast and glancing around the room, searching to determine where I was, I found myself with a racing heart.
I had life. It had been only another bad dream, like the ones I have been having every night since that fateful day.
As I looked at the door, I tried to relax by sighing, pushing my hair back.
I have been in this place now for more than a week. A few times is all I went outside. Once in a while, they hauled up out so I could get some fresh air and exposure to the sun. Fortunately, I only met my enigmatic rescuer twice, and both times he had a mask on. That is all...
The door flung open abruptly, causing me to spin around and jump. With bread and toast on a tray, a housemaid came in and handed an orange juice glass on the side.
“Good morning. How do you feel this morning, little miss? Better?” She asked, placing the tray on the table.
I knitted my hands together and nodded. “Yes... uhh, thanks,” I whispered.
Great, I had made a spectacle yesterday.
That was embarrassing to say the least.
“Here are some pills that will help you sleep better. The nurse said you should have some rest every so often,” she said, sitting at the edge of the bed, her russet eyes watching me.
“When will I get to leave?” I blurted out, biting down on my food lightly.
She gave a small smile. “Just get cozy. No one is going to harm you here. You are safe.”
I sighed. “How long have you been here?” I found myself asking.
“Long enough to know you are in safe hands,” she said again.
“Who is the person in charge?” I asked, trying to get more information.
She chuckled. “You’ll find that out soon enough. Just… relax. Those nightmares of yours… seem to scare the s**t out of you.” She paused and ran a hand through her hair.
“Wait,” I tried to stop her, but she just let out another smile.
“I have to go now. Enjoy your food,” she said, and then she was out the door.
Groaning, I swung my legs out of bed and shuffled to the window, looking down at the surroundings.
A vast expanse of land with cars and… guards. Well armed too, just patrolling around.
Where in the nine hells was I? It did me no good to know that no one had come to explain these things to me yet. I was kept in the dark but treated well, and the thought made me anxious.
Looking back at the door to my room, I tilted my head and walked to it, my hand resting on the doorknob.
It was usually closed, but I wanted to try normally, so I pulled it just to see. My eyes widened as the door slowly creaked open.
Holy s**t, my door was open?
I didn't waste any more time before I left the room and looked around the massive house, trying to avoid being seen by people as I tiptoed to the west wing of the hallway to have a look around.
As I neared the end of the hallway, I heard voices from a corner, so I peeped, and I saw a door opened by just a c***k.
Should I turn back and just go back to my room before I was found?
No! Emily! What else are your eyes for!
Oh well, my curiosity got the better of me, and I tiptoed to the door and peeped in.
It was a meeting of some sorts; men had gathered around a round glass table and they were discussing wildly as though in an… argument.
My gaze landed on the person at the far end of the table, and I frowned, knowing I had seen those eyes before.
The character at the auction. He was one of the people at the auction.
He... he was the man who yelled that commanding ‘enough.’
I slowly checked the other men there, but none of them looked familiar, and the only person I couldn't see was the person sitting at the top of the table, backing the door, but I could see his hand on the armrest slowly tapping the seat with his fingers.
He seemed to be the only one that wasn't too bothered about something they were discussing. I wanted to see his face, but no matter how much I adjusted, I couldn't see him without giving myself away, so I stayed put.
“... YOU! The cargo should have come days ago!” a man with scruffy red hair stated angrily while the man beside him shook his head.
“Just calm down, Giovanni,” he said with a frown.
Giovanni adjusted on his chair, leaning back, and that was when I was able to see it.
What was it?
My heart stuck in my throat as I realized what was on the table. A dead man. His blood pooled on the table with a gaping hole in his forehead.
Oh GOD!
Christ! They had killed him, and they didn't even seem bothered about it.
“Mateo, explain what happened.” Giovanni suddenly said, pointing a finger at another man.
“Aha! I knew the pinprick had something to do with it!” another man said, pushing Mateo to the ground, his knee digging into the other guy's back.
The person I recognized from the auction looked at the man on the ground. “Mateo, what happened to the shipment?”
The man raised his hand up and shook his head. “I swear, I don't know.”
Giovanni scoffed and took out his cellphone, going around the table to show the man something. “See. Those are your lovely children. Hmmm? Start talking or…”
The threat was clear.
My heart was thumping so hard in my chest, and my hands were becoming sweaty, but I didn't want to leave.
Not yet at least.
“No, pleaseeee... pl-please.. don't harm them!” the man yelled and clawed but was pushed back off the floor somewhat and kicked in the ribs.
“Then start talking, damnit!”
“I don't know!” Mateo screamed, standing up, a trail of blood streaking down his face.
Immediately, two precise BANGS went off in the phone's speaker, and the two children dropped.
My eyes widened. Did they just…
Mateo gasped and screamed. “No! I swear I don't know anything about the cargo!” He was shaking uncontrollably. His terror—palpable.
“Start talking or you're next!” Giovanni grabbed his collar before shoving him back.
The person at the top of the table seemed very unbothered as his hands kept drumming against the arm of the chair.
Those long veiny hands, they looked... focus, Emily!
“The noise is getting too much…” he said evenly, and I frowned at the voice. There was something familiar about it.
The men paused their fight for a second, then everyone's attention turned back to Mateo, who was running his hands through his hair and trying to find his footing by leaning on the walls, tears streaming down his face.
“God damnit, Mateo! What did you do to the ship?!” another man shouted, slamming both his hands on the table.
Mateo's eyes flashed angrily and frustrated he pointed a finger at the man. “f**k you, Williams! You're the one that got me into this whole f*****g mess!” He yelled.
Williams pulled out a gun as fast as lightning and shot Mateo point-blank in the head, gore splattering on the wall as the other man dropped dead.
It was so unexpected that I gasped, a sharp nervous sound escaping my mouth.
Fuck.
The man at the top of the table stopped drumming his hands, and my eyes widened.
Trembling, I quickly took a step back after I heard something crashing to the ground and I froze, looking down at the huge flower vase that had shattered.
No... no, no... God no!
Everyone abruptly stopped speaking.
Shit...
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