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The kidnapper’s prison.
Sophia Pov’s.
I sat in the cold, dark room, staring at the cracked walls. The silence in the room was deafening, but the fear was worse.
I missed home so much that I regretted ever leaving. My mind contemplated as I regretted my actions if only I had never gone out on the day of my k********g if only I hadn't crossed paths with him—the Mafia boss.
Being trapped in this prison and hidden from the world where no one knew where I was is a day I will never forget.
Even my phone had been taken from the moment I was captured.
Marcus had muted it and kept it on airplane mode, making sure no one could trace or call me. I was completely cut off.
I leaned back against the wall and huge my knees against my chest. How did it come to this? I thought about my mother and my little sister, Emily; I was left with nothing but tears rolling down my eyes.
My world is gradually crumbling in prison and I don't know what to do next.
My family would have been worried and sick by now; it has been days now, and I haven't been home. Life became boring in the hands of Marcus. I never expected myself as a prisoner.
Back home I knew my mother and Emily were probably frantic by now. My mother had always been protective of us, especially after our father passed away.
Emily, my sweet younger sister, must have been so scared, wondering where I was. I can imagine them going to the police station reporting me missing, hoping someone would find me.
Deep down, I knew the truth. Marcus had
Covered his track too well. The police wouldn't be able to help.
“Sophia would just disappear like this without letting us know her whereabouts”. My mother would say to the officers, her voice filled with worry. “Something is wrong; you have to find her.”
Emily would cling to her eyes wide with fear. “Where is my sister? Please find her”.
The thought of them waiting, not knowing, broke my heart. I had to get back to them. I couldn't stay here.
I don't know how time has passed, I can't even see the clouds or feel the cool wind of the atmosphere. I was kept in a dark room.
While I was thinking, I became distracted by the door which creaked open. I thought it was Marcus, but to my surprise, it was a man I hadn't seen before. Since I came here.
He looked younger, less hardened than the others. His eyes flickered with something—pity, maybe?
He approached slowly, holding out a tray of food. “You should eat,” he said quietly, not meeting my gaze.
I stared at the food but didn't reach for it. “What's your name?".
He hesitated, glancing at the door before whispering, “Luca".
"Luca, please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “Help me. You don't have to be a part of this. Let me go”.
Luca swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room nervously. “I…..I can't”.
“You can!”. I insisted, stepping closer. “I know you don't want to be here; you can help me escape.”
He looked torn, but when he shook his head. “If Marcus finds out, he will kill me; I’m sorry I can't endanger my life.”
“I won't tell anyone I promise”. My body shivers as my heart races. “Please. I need to go back to my family”.
Luca shifted uncomfortably, his hand trembling as he set the tray down. “I’m sorry I can't”.
Tears filled my eyes but I blinked them away. “Please, Luca. You don't know what he's capable of. He’s dangerous”.
“I'm very aware of that". Luca whispered, his voice barely audible. "That's why I can't help you”.
He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm, my voice pleading. “Don't leave me here, please”.
Luca pulled away, shaking his head, before exiting the room. The door locked behind him with a loud click, and I was left alone again.
I sank to the floor, hunting my knees to my chest as tears finally spilled down my cheeks. How were you going to get out of this?
Meanwhile, at home, I could picture my mother pacing the room with her phone in her hands, calling everyone she could think of.
“She hasn't been home, where could she be? Hope she's fine?” she said, her voice trembling. “Have you heard from her? Please we need to find her”.
Emily sat down on the couch; her knees pulled up to her chest, and her eyes rolled from crying. “Sophia wouldn't just leave us”, she whispered. “Something must have happened to her".
"What do you think may have happened to her?”.
"I don't know; probably she may have been kidn*pped; I trust my sister Sophia. She would have called if her phone was with her.”
"So what do we do?”. She curiously asked.
"I guess we should involve the police”.
"Sure, I have already put a call through. I guess they should be here anytime soon”.
When the police eventually arrived, they asked questions to which we provided answers, yet they weren't an assurance that they could handle the case.
“When last did you see her?". The police asked.
My mother looked sad and said, "I haven't seen her in over three days, she left and didn't come back. We can't even contact her”.
“What's her name?”. He curiously asked, jotting down the information.
“Her name is Sophia".
The police asked for a photo of me, Emily went to her room and brought out my picture, giving it to the policeman.
He stared at the picture for a moment. “Don't worry; we’ll get back to you.”
Immediately he said that he left. I knew I had to stay strong, not just for myself but for them. I couldn't let Marcus break me.
I lay down on the cold floor, staring up at the ceiling, trying to come up with a plan. But every idea I had seemed impossible.
How could I fight someone like Marcus? He was too powerful, too dangerous.
But I couldn't give up. I had to find a way.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps approaching the door. I sat up quickly, my heart racing. Was it Marcus or Luca?
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