VALENTINA
I close my eyes. The vein in my neck throbs against the tip of the bloodied sharp knife.
He is going to kill me.
“ If you attack someone, you have to do it right, Darling because if you fail and give them a chance, they won’t hesitate before slicing your pretty throat open. ” He whispers against my lips.
The tip of the knife presses further into my neck but never pierces my skin. He doesn’t want to kill me.
I open my eyes, meeting his gaze from up close. He looks like the epitome of perfection, someone without any flaws when he is so near.
For a moment, I forget where I am standing. I forget about the knife held against my neck, I forget about the seduction and hidden serious look in his eyes.
I see him for what he is. The emotions flickering in his eyes, the raw desire and the painful ne
MATTEOShe is so beautiful. When I look at her from close, that’s what I always think.She is beautiful but she is beaten and broken. She is damaged and dangerous.They had taken her innocence and her peace of mind. It hurts me to know that whatever she does now to bring her old self back, it won’t ever be enough.Valentina is gone. It seems the innocent girl, the one who was whole, had died a long time ago and what I see now is the broken shell of a person she once was.She is a danger to herself at this point, because she can’t control her rage, her thoughts, her memories from claiming her again and again.I hate to admit this, but she is a threat to everyone around her as well.As I hold her broken, crying self in my arms, I silently feel miserable for her.So beautifully broken she is. So impossible it is to fix her now.I should have
VALENTINAI don’t know for how long I cried. I told him everything, almost everything and then cried for him too.Can I do anything worse than this?I sigh, now laying over my bed. He left earlier, saying he had to be somewhere else. I don’t know why but he looked baffled, as if there was something he couldn’t understand and didn’t like either or as if he had to make a decision he didn’t like.I release another heavy breath and stare up at the ceiling. My hand reaches out to my dry lips, my fingers tracing the outline. The touch of his lips still lingers on mine.I never knew a man’s touch could feel so good. I am only familiar with the agony the men in my life brought me.Pulling my hand down, I purse my lips and continue drilling holes in the ceiling.The loud ding noise of the main door opening breaks me out of my trance. I sit up in the bed.My heart begins to beat fast. Fixing my eyes at the door, I wait for Agent Vita—no—Matteo to come to my room.Time passes but he doesn’t come
BEFORE YOU READ! It's a mature themed story so if you feel uncomfortable at any point, please leave peacefully. Follow me on īnstä for character aesthetics and book updates. My Id is authorsy56. Enjoy Reading! AUTHOR|~S.Y VALENTINA “ State your name. ” He asks me again. How many times has it been already? I stay unmoving, not really ready to answer any questions at all. My hands are cuffed to the table in front of me and the man sitting on the opposite side of this table is a good sight to behold, but he is not that great. This has been going on for almost one hour now. He has repeated the same question over and over again. State your name. Such a simple question. But, it's not so simple. My name is my identity, a confirmation of who I am. If I tell the
VALENTINA“ We should begin then. ” Saying this, he averts his eyes away.Getting hold of the briefcase, he gets up from the chair. I nibble on my lower lip, a nervous habit.I breath through my nose, thinking ways to avoid the upcoming torture.He opens the Attaché briefcase with his dull eyes inspecting it’s contents. I can’t see it because the open compartment of the Attaché Briefcase is efficiently blocking my view.My fingers curl up with curiosity and fear.Out of a sudden, he glances at me and then looks down at the contents of the Attaché Briefcase again.Is he deciding on the tool to use for torturing me? How considerate of him!“ Ms. Valentina. ” My name rolls off his tongue smoothly.I notice his accent then. It’s Italian. Explains his name too. He doesn’t look Italian though.He takes out a shiny little knife from the
VALENTINAI don’t want to hate Agent Vitali anymore. He let me pee.When I told him that I wanted to pee, he gazed at me strangely for a good long minute and then looked away.It was awkward and embarrassing.He unlocked my handcuffs and lead me to the washrooms down the white slick clean corridor without any nasty remarks or threats.While he made me walk in front of him, he walked behind me with steady steps. I could feel my back burning due to his piercing gaze being fixed at it.Now as I stand beside the door to the washroom knowing he is right outside, I am thinking about his options.They are going to torture me until I speak up. They won’t stop even if it takes a lifetime. They won’t let me die either.The torture will become worse with each day.I want to be practical here. This brave act won’t save me from all the pain which scares every human being out there.A kn
VALENTINAAfter I agreed upon helping them, Agent Vitali lead me to the room which is right beside that interrogation room.He asked me to rest and he went to talk to the seniors or whatever.Where he has locked me this time is a plain room.White room.A white bed. White sheets. White floor. White attached door.This is unbelievable. I am beginning to despise white color.I sigh out and jog toward the bed before laying down over it. I have been unconscious for a whole day and when I woke up, I was already in that interrogation room, handcuffed to the table.Before that…I was out on shopping. I was allowed to go shopping only once in three months and many guards followed me around.I don’t even know how they managed to kidnap me after dodging all those guards.I just remember going inside the lingerie store’s dressing room. Before I could undress completely, another man
VALENTINA I don’t know how much time has passed already, considered that there is no clock in this room. They haven’t given me any food either while hours must have passed since Agent Vitali left me here. I sigh to myself while I stay seated on the bed. Raising my hand, I rub my temples, tiredness overcoming my body and mind. I need to sleep, but I can't bring myself to sleep, because I am confined in a place where people only care about what they want or need. Even if I am helpless, I must stay wide awake so I know who tried to harm me and why in general. Suddenly, the door to the white dull room opens after hours and the Agent who-I-don’t-know the name of…steps inside leisurely. His eyes land on mine and he pauses beside the door. I feel a wave of fear passing through my body for a moment, but then the utter calmness claims my mind again. “ Having fun? ” He lifts his right eyebrow in amusement and utters. This one se
VALENTINA Just what is this Agent trying to prove by acting so unprofessional with me? He wants to get the truth out of me by using seduction? That’s the worst thing he can do…to me and to himself too. I can get angry at him for doing this repeatedly, but I can’t deny the fact that his seduction works on me a great deal. “ You look hot like this. ” He whispers in the same deep voice to me and the fact that I can’t see how he is looking at me right now makes me want to hide somewhere. “ Do you seduce all female captives like this? Is this your speciality? ” I shoot back, goosebumps rising over my skin. Why do I bother to reply to him every single time in the first place? Perhaps, he is too good at his job and that’s why he is so famous among everyone. Some fear him, some like thorn clan and me. Some need him, like this agency and many more agencies do. “ It’s just you. ” He replie