TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA ALPHA

: The a*******n. Sophia's pov. The night was still, the air cool against my skin as I walked home. The street light flashed periodically casting long and strange shadows that danced along the pavement. I had stayed late at work trying to finish up the last-minute tasks, feeling dizzy and tired, sluggishly walking around the pavement with the hope of getting home to have a nice meal and rest. I was lost in thought, planning how to spend the weekend with my friends. My footsteps echoed in the deserted street unaware of the danger ahead. I felt like I was being monitored by someone who hastened my footsteps gazing at my cardinal direction with fear gripping through my spine. I halted looking at the mysterious shadow before me. My hair stood still at the back of my neck making me shiver. I gazed at the strange figure over again but saw nothing. Maybe it was just my imagination. Trying to shake the feelings, I quickened my pace and began running like I was being chased by someone. Just as I rounded the corner a black van screeched to a half beside me. My heart leaped into my throat. Before I could react or even comprehend what was happening, the side door of the van slid open and two men with masks walked out of the van lunging at me. “We've been waiting for you; our boss wants to meet you.” They said in unison, swiftly dragging me to the van. I screamed, but a rough hand clamped over my mouth, suffocating the sound. “Leave me alone!". I panic, struggling to free myself from their grip, but their strength overshadows me, leaving me in painful defeat. The second man pulled out a cloth and pressed it against my face. I tried to pull out, holding my breath, but it was too late. What I could see next was closed darkness engulfing my eyes with black sight; everything around went blank, and I was unable to recognize anything. I awoke to a pounding headache and a disgusting sense of confusion. Blinking against the dim light, I tried to move, but I found myself bound to a chair. My wrists and ankles were tied tightly, the rope biting into my skin. “Where am I?”. I mumbled under my breath, my question thrown into the air with no answer or even a slight remembrance; everything seemed abortive. The only thing I could figure out was pain throbbing in my head with the cold and dark room gushing a disgusting smell in my nostrils. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I noticed a figure standing in the shadow, watching me steadily as he stepped forward, and I saw his face clearly for the first time. “Welcome to your new life". He said in a deep, authoritative tone; his cold blue eyes were piercing and filled with cruelty and amusement. “Who are you and why am I here?". I politely asked in my state of curiosity as fear still embraced my shivering lips. He looked at me with a pretense smile, clapping his hands on my cheek and whispering to my ears. “I'm Marcus, and you've been kidnapped.” "kidn*pped! For what? Name your price I will settle you with all I have”. He chuckled, speaking in a range of anger. “I want you; money has nothing to do with this.” "What do you want with me?”. I asked in fear, trying to pull back and free myself from the rope that I was bound with. His eyes gazed at me with a devoid warmth, responding to my question secretly. “I want everything from you, and let this be known to you that you're fully mine.” His words sent a shiver of terror through me. I was trapped at the mercy of this dangerous man with no idea why. Marcus left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Panic threatened to overwhelm me as I pulled at the rope, giving chance for more trial, but they were effectively tied. I looked around searching for any means of escape, but the room was bare except for the chair I was tied to. The realization of my situation began to sink in my head with a clear vision that I had just been kidn*pped and taken by a man who spread danger and cruelty. My mind raced with questions. Why me? What did he want? I struggled to stay calm, knowing that panic would only make things worse. I needed to think to find a way out of this nightmare. As time went on, loneliness kept me in the room for hours. My silence created an atmosphere of sadness. I began missing home, my friends, and my family, wondering if I might come out here alive. Still pondering on my thoughts, I heard footsteps from outside the room, which distracted my attention, forcing my wrist from the rope as my wrist ached, but I intended to conserve my strength. I couldn't afford to give up. I have to be strong, to find a way to escape. My strength faded as I thirst for water moving on and trying to escape was my only priority. I regretted coming home late, assuming I had known I would have slept at my workplace to avoid this painful experience, but to no avail, I never blamed myself for the circumstances life gave me. “Make sure, you prepare her for the night I want to get rid of her”. When I heard his voice from outside, I realized I wasn't kidn*pped, demanding a ransom for my release. But I'm worried that he might be holding me for his reasons, maybe to satisfy his s****l desire. My heart beat wondering what's happening? Anger flared within me, a burning desire to resolve to survive this and make Marcus pay for what he had done. As the door creaked open and Marcus reentered the room, I steeled myself. Whatever came next, I would face it with all the strength I could muster. Marcus's icy gaze settled on me as he closed the door behind him. He paced slowly, as if savoring each step, his eyes never leaving mine. “So, Sophia,” he drawled, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “Are you ready to cooperate, or will you make this difficult?” I bit back a response, my heart pounding. My mind raced with possibilities. What was he planning? And what did he mean by “prepare me for the night”? I tried to mask the fear flickering in my eyes. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper. “Are you brave enough for what comes next?”