TAKEN BY THE MAFIA LORD

Chapter Three: Heated Breakfast

The sound of chatter woke Tiffany up the next morning, looking around the room reminded her of her situation again. Sunlight poured in through the window and enveloped the room with its glow.

Tiffany could not make out the words she was hearing because the voices felt distant. She proceeded to pray about her plans to escape and God should grant her parents peace because they have a ritual where at 7pm everyone checks up on each other on the family group chat and she isn't sure of how many days now but she definitely knows for over two days now she has not been able to check in. Her parents might think maybe it's the network in Guatemala because during one of her many adventures, She makes a living 9f travel vlogging, her parents were unable to reach her for over a week and called the embassy of the country but she was able to reach them later reassuring them that things like that happen because of the network. She hopes they can keep calm in this instance because her dad suffered from a stroke last year and she wouldn't want to cause them distortion.

She got off the bed, her bare feet touching the hard floor which was cold and made her instantly pull it back up. But she needed to use the bathroom. She got down and saw where she threw the tray from last night on the floor. The broken glass and plates scattered around the room, she had to tiptoe around the room.

Tiffany is now standing at the center of the room roaming her eyes around the room realizing that there is no bathroom door attached to the room. Her eyes hit the chair near the fireplace where Jake was sitting yesterday and she felt disgust all over. How could someone buy another human, she thought.

The room has a feeling of being in it. It feels like it housed someone before her. She walked around noticing every little detail of the room, if she's going to escape she's going to need to study her environment she thought. As she walked around the room she noticed that some of the floorboards creaked and she instantly took note of it. She walked towards the only window in the room and shook the bars on it to see how strong they were. If she can get rid of them she might be able to jump out. She looked out of the window and she was relieved that she was not as high up as she thought. "I can make the jump", she said out loud.

She tiptoed towards the entrance and shook the door but it did not bulge. She could hear shackles on the other side. "I need to use the bathroom", Tiffany screamed.

Silence!

"I'm going to pee on the floor then", Tiffany said when she heard no response. As she was about to walk back to the bed, she heard rattling outside the door. She brushed her hand over her hair awaiting the opening of the door. The door opened and two people were standing in front of her. One of them is a man who is in his mid-forties. He had on an all back outfit and his face looked so tugged,she figured out he is definitely a guard. The other person standing next to him is a woman in her late fifties, her dark hair was already looking gray, the white hair overlapping the black. She had on a medieval dress which household workers wore back in the day, her eyes looked so blank, like she doesn't want to let anyone in on what she feels even with the small smile plastered on her face you can tell she's doing it out of courtesy.

"Your voice is disturbing, master", The man said.

"Oh, I'm sorry I disrupted your master's sleep", Tiffany replied sarcastically.

The man stared at her thinking of how all the fire would die down after Jake broke her. He chucked and Tiffany replied "Oh, you think I'm funny, uhmm". He moved closely to her like he was about to hit her when the woman next to him spoke up, "Tim,please..let me talk to her".

"Good morning, I am Margo and I'm here to escort you to the bathroom after which you'll go down for breakfast", the woman said with a smile staying on her face.

Tiffany stared at her thinking if all this was a facade to make her feel calm or Margo was being genuinely kind. Instead of replying Tiffany nodded and Margo led the way with Tim following behind them. The bathroom is down the hall from where Tiffany's room is located and it is very modern and neat. Tiffany after relieving herself walked towards the sink to wash her hands and a mirror is positioned where the sink basin is and Tiffany took the time to examine herself.

She started from her hair and noticed how tangled it had become. She took water and ran it through her hair using her fingers to detangle it in the process. Satisfied with the little she could do without a comb, she went down to her face. The first thing she noticed is the redness at the side of her face from where she was slapped the previous night. She splashed water on her face trying to calm herself but tears started flowing from her eyes. How did she end up here? If she had just decided to take up the job offer of being an accountant instead of following her passion for traveling would she have ended up in this situation?, she thought.

She checked her arms and legs. She noticed some cuts on her knees but nothing too serious, then she noticed the dress she was wearing. She was wearing a pink and white floral night dress with short sleeve arms, it flowed below her knees. She knew this was not what she was wearing in the truck because that was a potato sack cloth and itched her body a lot. They must have changed her after she fainted and she really hoped it was Margo who did the changing and not the obnoxious master.

A tap sounded at the door, interrupting her thinking. "Miss, we need to head downstairs for breakfast", Margo's voice sang.

"Just a minute", Tiffany replied.

"We don't have a minute we don't want to keep master waiting", Tim said.

"Tim, cut the girl some slack",Margo said.

"You heard him, miss. We need to head down now".

Tiffany's head spiraled around the thought of having breakfast with Jake, the man who technically kidn*pped her.

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Jake was sitting in the dining room waiting for Tiffany to arrive. The room is adorned with grand stone walls and towering wooden beams. It shows how historical the room is, amidst the medieval ambiance, the room has been reformed with modern touches like sleek chandeliers, plush seating but the table itself is as old as time.

The stairwell leads directly to the dining room and from where Jake is sitting he could see Tiffany descending down the stairs, each step echoed with a faint creak. She looked like a goddess with her silver hair shimmering like moonlight, as she gracefully descended down the stairs in a slightly mysterious and captivating manner. Her night dress, adorned with pink and white floral patterns, flows with each step she takes as if she's gliding on air. Her brown eyes catch the light from the chandelier as she gets closer to the table.

Jake continues to stare at her even after she was only a few inches away from him.

Margo spoke first, "She's here, sir". This snaps Jake out of the trance he fell into, instantly composing himself. He nodded towards Margo acknowledging her and she and Tim walked away from the dining room leaving both of them alone.

Tiffany doesn't utter a word but stood still not sitting down and wavering her eyes above Jake's head. "You can sit down", Jake said. Tiffany wasn't sure if she was waiting for him to say those words first before she took her seat but she walked toward the seat which is three seats away from the head spot of the table where Jake is sitting. He chuckled when he saw her do this.

"I won't bite, you know. My name is Jake Reed by the way." Jake said, watching her. Tiffany looked at him and instantly turned her face away facing the empty chair opposite her as if she's staring into the chair's eyes.

"Tiffany", Jake said trying to get a reaction out of her but she kept staring at the chair.

"Are you going to be like this all day, you were speaking quite well last night if I remember correctly", But Tiffany still kept staring at the chair. She was testing Jake's patience and this caused him to hit his fists on the table causing a loud bang but Tiffany did not flinch.

"Do not test me, woman, when I ask you a question you answer…got it?", Jake said angrily.

Tears started to flow from Tiffany's eyes but she still did not look at him. All she could think of in her head is getting away from the situation. As if he could hear the voice in her head his next words were, " You want me to let you go right?". Tiffany looked at him this time and he burst into laughter.

"Look at this b***h, you really think I'm going to do that? After paying 50 million for you…sorry to burst your bubbles boo but I'm getting my money's worth. The food is getting cold, Eat."

"Why did you buy me?", Tiffany asked.

Jake was surprised by the question, he did not expect her to speak so calmly, he expected the same temper from yester night but she spoke in a normal manner.

"Because I wanted to", Jake replied.

"What do you do?", Tiffany asked.

Jake was surprised by the questions she's throwing at him and replied, "the food is getting cold, doctor said you need to eat. I don't want you dying just yet".

Tiffany in that moment looked at the meal set before her, a plate piled high with fluffy pancakes, topped with a generous drizzle of maple syrup and a sprinkle of powdered sugar. On the side, there's a sizzling plate of crispy bacon and a sunny-side-up egg cooked to perfection. The tantalizing scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon wafted up from the dining room, making her stomach growl in anticipation. The table was also adorned with butter, crispy toast, and a colorful array of fruits.

She did not want to eat but the sound of rumbling in her tummy betrayed her and she started off with a cup of coffee. She needed all the energy she could get.

"I own a couple of businesses", Jake's voice stopped her movement as she was about to spread butter on the toast.

"What kind of businesses?"

"You have no right asking me these questions, I own you remember!".

"I just know no one doing a legal business will be out there buying people", Tiffany said.

"You are very funny, you know but I'll let you know something girl, there are no good people in this world, only bad people making good choices. You and I are all bad, admit it", Jake replied, popped a grape into his mouth and smiled.

Tiffany thought of how someone can have such a backward view on life. No wonder he is busy buying people.

"How many people have you bought?", Tiffany asked.

"Uhmm, like twenty", Jake replied counting his fingers and when Tiffany said "Psycho" he burst into laughter.

"That is a new one, no one has ever called me that one before".

"Why?...why did you buy me?", Tiffany asked while stuttering.

"Is that a reasonable question to ask a psycho?", Jake replied while making air quotes when he said the word psycho.

"I'll answer your question, don't worry, Tiff. I bought you because I have never had a silver haired one in my collection and you make a nice touch to it , andddd you have fuckable t**s", Jake said laughing.

Tiffany felt sick to her bones. This man is a psychopath, she thought. She needs to get out of here and fast. I would kill him before he gets those filthy hands on me, she thought.

Jake stood up from his seat and started walking slowly towards her. Tiffany felt sweat running down her spine, he was a few inches away from her when her head hit the table and she fainted.