Z A R AHe's right, my math skills are... nonexistent.Wait. Was that a joke? Was he teasing me?It doesn't matter, I can't get swayed by anything right now. I need to stay focused on trying to survive if that's possible. I didn't reply to his rhetorical question, though. I stay silent, hoping he won't say anything that will make my hair rise on its ends again.He didn't say anything. Neither did Frank.I take my time eating the food so I can enjoy every bit because only God knows when I'll be fed again or if I'll even be fed again. I'm sure an hour passed by because Frank opens the door to, I assume, fetch me. "Get up," he orders. I stand up, feeling much more nourished and hydrated."Follow me," he says as he starts walking.The moment I step into the light, my eye sockets feel like they're being burned to ashes. There are literally tears coming out because of my sensitivity to the light from being in the darkroom for so long."Ow..." I mumble as I rub my eyes.I see Frank give me a side-eye. He's a lot taller, which means his steps are quicker. Keeping up with him is becoming slightly difficult. He's also very muscular... If he as much as pokes me, I might drop two floors down. Once my eyes adjust to the light, I notice my surroundings. This place is a castle, no doubt. In fact... it doesn't feel like it's a house... but I can't even tell because there's no uncovered window.Everything is modern and each area we pass by is bigger than the last. But it's still slightly dim and dark... the vibes while walking down the halls are giving me chills...The number of doors we passed by is too many. It's pretty much empty here, rarely any furniture. We step into an elevator and that's when I notice this was only the basement. Basement or torture chamber? I gulp. Oh, but when I finally see Frank in the elevator in full light, I almost gasp. He looks like a European Hrithik Roshan, what the—"It's really rude to stare, lady," he says in his heavy Italian accent. "Sorry," I mumble, quickly looking down. My cheeks start heating up because I can't stop thinking about how handsome Frank is and how small this elevator is. Astagfirullah, Zara! These people will rip you into shreds, with no mercy and you're daydreaming about Frank?The elevator dings once we reach the second floor. I guess there would've been no point in stopping on the first floor but I still wanted to check out my escape routes, if I could. I follow Frank through a wide, high-ceiling hallway until he stops in front of a huge double-doored room."Wait here until you're called inside," he instructs. "One wrong move and your head will be blown off, no questions asked." I gulp nervously and nod. Frank goes into the room, and I try to sneakily peek in but couldn't make anything out quick enough. A minute or two later, he comes back out to only walk past me without another word. I'm sure a couple of minutes go by and I'm starting to become slightly sore from standing in one spot."If I just sit down on the floor, will I be beheaded?" I think quietly out loud to myself. "I don't want to find out..." My mind started thinking about how I could escape or maybe have them let me go. Will they? Will they let me go? Why am I even here? What's the point? Alejandro said we'd never see each other and honestly, now that I see what happened to him, it would be better if we never meet again. But it's too late to wish that. It upsets me to think about how my parents are doing..."Come in," Alejandro's voice calls out from the security system speaker outside of the door. The door opens by itself, which, I assume, is because this place is really high-tech. I slowly walk in, my eyes glued to the floor. The smell of cigarettes fills my nostrils, making me cough slightly."Sit down," it was more of a statement than a request.I look up to see Alejandro sitting at a large executive-style, L-shaped desk. This room is quadruple the size of my living room! The modern, chestnut desk is placed right in the middle of the room, with a large, matching bookcase placed against the wall behind him. The room is also 90% just floor-to-ceiling windows, which are covered by curtains, keeping the room gloomy and dim, making me unable to tell what time of the day it is outside. Alejandro hasn't given me a single look since I entered, his eyes are glued entirely to his desktop screen. The darkroom isn't helping with my growing anxiety but I take a seat on one of the chairs placed in front of his desk. My hands are shaking on my lap and I don't dare to look back up."I don't have time so I'll get straight to the point," he says with his eyes still on the screen. "From what I see here, your father owes plenty of money to many lenders. You have also accumulated quite a bit of debt because of school." My head shoots up so fast that I thought I was going to get whiplash, "I'm—I'm sorry?""I don't like repeating myself," there's an annoyance in his tone. "It says here that there's a court case pending against your father. That seems troublesome.""I'm not sure what you're trying to say," I blink in confusion. He finally looks up, the blank look in his grey eyes still as apparent as ever, "I will make it all disappear; the debt, the lawsuit against him but under one condition: you." I only stare at him, blinking in confusion. He sighs, rubbing his temples,"You're making this extremely difficult.""I'm making this difficult? You're not explaining anything, you're being so vague!" My heart rate is quickly increasing because whatever he's saying is only giving me horrible vibes."Your body for a peaceful life for your family," he states casually. I quickly stand up, taking a few steps back, "Alejandro, this isn't... right.""First, I've mentioned that you cannot call me by my name. You either refer to me as Boss or Sir," he rests his chin on his interlocked hands. "Second, though it may seem as if I'm giving you a choice, I'm not. Listen carefully, I will not be repeating myself. If you decline this offer, I'll mercilessly massacre your entire family and anyone you love and let you walk free. It's as simple as that. The choice isn't that difficult now, is it?""You'll... massacre... family..." my mind is in an instant shutdown mode. He stands up, walking around his desk towards me. There's a sudden change in his demeanor as he pulls out a handgun from, I assume, under his sweatshirt."Have you decided, Zara?" He swings around with the gun in his hand. "What kind of fate will you decide? Let your family live and have all their problems disappear or have them killed only for you to live on selfishly?"He grabs me by my hips, pulling me against him as he shoves the gun against the base of my throat, restricting my breathing, "Well? I don't like to be kept waiting."The tears start running down my face, "Just kill me.""Oh? And that would make it better?" He plunges the gun harder against my throat, making me choke on my breath. "Your death will still equal to their deaths. Still a selfish choice, no?"I'm gasping for air, "I'll—""Boss," some God-sent person interrupts. "He's here." Alejandro sighs, feeling outwardly annoyed, releasing the gun from against my throat, "Send him in, quickly."I cough out as I try to catch my breath but he still has a firm grasp around my waist.A clearly nervous-looking man enters the room, his eyes on the floor as if looking at Alejandro might be a death sentence.Alejandro leans down to my ear and whispers, "This is what happens when things don't go my way. Watch and evaluate."His mere voice sends chills down my body, making me want to curl up in a ball and just disappear. "Boss, I didn't—"A few loud bangs make my body jump so hard, that I grip Alejandro's shirt as if I'll pass out from the aftermath of the noise. I feel a splatter of... something gets on my face but I'm not sure if it was just a reaction from the sound. My vision blurs for a second but oh, how I wish I couldn't see the scene in front of me. The loud sound... was from the gun in Alejandro's hand. He just shot the man, point-blank, and then continued to shoot him a couple more times. He didn't even let him explain or say anything.I watch as the man bleeds out onto the floor, his lifeless eyes looking up at me in the last few seconds of desperation. This is what he meant by "This is what happens when things don't go my way". I want to throw up, I want to throw up so badly.I touch my face to see that if it was the man's blood that had splattered on me. My legs begin to feel like jelly as I slowly look up to see Alejandro, who has a sickly satisfied expression written on his face."I hate when this shit gets all over my things," he mumbles as he wipes the droplet's blood off of his hand. "Send someone to clean this up!" He yells out. "And make sure to delicately harvest his healthy organs.""Yes, Boss!" A voice says from outside of the door.Harvest his healthy what?!"Oh, I should have had you step back," he says casually. He, then, uses his sleeve to wipe the remaining stains off of my cheek. "I'm hoping this interruption gave you time to decide, though I assume you're choosing to save your family?"I hadn't realized that I was still holding onto the edge of his shirt tightly, my palm is hurting from how hard my fingers are digging into it. I quickly let go, taking a few steps back. I can only nod because I have no energy to verbally speak after what I just witnessed. Everything I ate just moments ago is back up my throat, waiting to be let out. But I might lose my head for throwing up on his carpet."Good girl," he flashes a twisted smile. "I also assume you will be nothing but loyal and submissive towards me and only me from now on. I, of course, will be testing you from time to time to make sure you're acting within your given boundaries."I nod again."Consider your father's debts paid and sealed away. I'll add in extra cash for them because of the sudden violence you had to encounter today," he says while looking at the dead body laying on the ground, inches away from us. A minute later, Frank comes in to take me back. Once we step out of the elevator, I couldn't hold it in anymore, I can feel myself gagging constantly, "Can I go to the bathr—"Too late."This is insane, this is fucking insane!" I sob while heaving up the rest of the contents I had left in my stomach.- - -Please vote and comment and let me know how y'all feel!!The next chapter will be updated soon.I PURPLE YOU <3
Z A R A Frank radios a caretaker to clean up my mess. I apologize profoundly to the caretaker, who assures me that he has seen the worst and he's glad that it was just vomiting and not a dead body, which is apparently rare [not the dead bodies]. Frank hurries me back to the room I was in."Grab your things," he orders. "My things? What things?" I ask, confused. My things were taken away when they hit me on the head.He points at my purse that's sitting in the corner of the room. It definitely wasn't there before. I quickly grab my bag to see if my phone is still inside and obviously it's not. Why would it be?"Where are we going?" I'm more afraid than curious."You're going to be given a room, as per the request of the boss," he says."A room where?""At his home," he answers. I raise a brow, "Where are we now?" "You ask too many questions for someone who is not in the position to be asking questions," Frank rolls his eyes. "And? Why can't I ask questions?" I die either way, no? He le
Z A R A "Frank, are you sure about this?" I can't close my mouth. The theme of the room is dark tones, but the view... let me tell you, if someone shot me right this very second in front of this window, I'd die a happy death."Yes," he answers. "Boss had someone fill up the closet for ya. There's food in the fridge or call the front desk if you need anything specific."Clothes? Food? What exactly is Alejandro thinking? That he can buy me? If he keeps this up, he might, the humorous side of my brain tries to cope with the messed-up situation."Boss will have a set of separate rules for you, he will explain on his own time." Suddenly, Frank's expression darkens, "A note of advice, for everyone's good, do not disobey Boss' orders, neither should you stray from his rules. And I mean it when I say that this is for everyone's good."I gulp. There wasn't a single hint of comfort in those words. He stated them as a threat and nothing more."I'll be on my way, lady. See ya around," he leaves
A L E J A N D R O I craved her touch for years, waiting for the right moment to take her for myself. She was the one person who had naively befriended me all those years ago, her first mistake. She refused to fall under the first impression everyone else had given me and wanted to understand the real me. The innocence and smile that she wore, which I treasured, has been violently ripped away from her. She looks completely lost without it.I'm seeing her after so long—too long, that seeing her even in such simple silk nightwear has left me in a trance. Even though she's trying her best to push me away, I'm much stronger. I can overpower her as easily as I can press a trigger. My heart aches to see her in so much pain but it no longer matters because I've changed, I'm no longer who I used to be.I'm no longer the man who was weakened by such complex emotions. I'm no longer the man who cares for the comfort of others. I'm no longer the man who will hold back from something that's mine.
Z A R A As the sun shines brightly through the windows, waking me up gently into my world of nightmares again, I pull the covers closer to my chest.Last night... was terrifying.I didn't know if I was going to die from a heart attack or Alejandro, himself, was going to kill me. He did leave—eventually. After giving a lecture, which was mostly made out of threats, he left—just like that.I'm pretty sure he left the apartment because once I tried to escape, he wasn't there. Did I try to escape?Yes, of course, I did.I tried to click the buttons on the elevator inside the apartment and tried to open the front door but both times, the security system announced, "access denied."Did I really think I was going to be able to leave this easily? I sigh, feeling the defeat of last night's escape. I decide quickly to brush my teeth and pick out a hoodie and sweats to dress myself in. I wrap a simple black scarf around my hair, you never know who's going to be walking in and out of this place
Z A R A"No underwear? No other articles of clothing to cover-up? He must've been insane to say that to me!" I gruff as I wrap a black, silk hijab around my hair. The clock strikes 6 PM.Did he even tell me when he'll get here? I barely ate lunch because of my nerves and now I'm super hungry. I should be grateful I even get a meal, I think to myself. I was tempted to go to the hallway and check-up but I have to listen to what Frank said, don't disobey Alejandro.If I break now, there won't be any turning back. Stand your ground, Zara. Your parents raised you to be strong, even though you can be a coward a lot of the time. I look down at my clothes nervously, he won't freak out over something as simple as clothes, would he?"Front door open," the automated voice announces.My heart drops, he's here. My hands instantly turn cold and my legs start shaking. I couldn't hold up my weight. This man scares me and he's yet to do anything to me that would make me want to wish I was dead."Shit,
Z A R A "I don't want this... don't..." my frightened words are cut short because of his sudden touches."There's a chance you may even find this punishment... pleasing," his voice is smooth as he pulls off my underwear. Alejandro slams my arms up against the wall, squeezing it painfully as I struggle in his grip. He only loosens his hold once I stop fidgeting."You know, if you comply with me, you might be able to enjoy this," he says while biting the soft skin at the nape of my neck."N-no..." I'm gasping heavily as a million different emotions flow through me, denying that I'd ever enjoy such a horrible form of punishment. I want to disappear, I've never wanted to disappear as badly as I do now. I try to not think of him, his body pressed against mine, the woody smell of his cologne, the way it's all making me feel weak and dizzy.I bite down hard on my bottom lip, trying to vanish with no success. "I haven't heard a single, genuine apology from you. Do you plan on doing that soon
Z A R A He notices my discomfort and chuckles, "Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything to her unless you give me a reason to. So? How is she?""Good," I answer flatly after chewing my food."Does she go to school?" He pushes the topic moreI nod."Is she still interested in English literature?" He asks. I can't tell whether he's genuinely interested or trying to keep up a conversation. I look up at him with wide eyes, okay, but how does he—"She told me in one of the classes we had together that she was interested in the literature field," he explains, probably because I looked shocked. I nod again,"She's studying English literature."After a minute or two of eating in silence, Alejandro slams his hands down on the table, making me flinch back, "May I ask why you're not speaking to me?"He's joking, right? "Do you want to hear the truth?" I ask quietly."I would appreciate that," he says."Will I be punished for speaking the absolute truth?" I ask cautiously. He stays quiet for a momen
Z A RA I wake up to the sun shining through my windows. I raise my left hand to cover the sun rays shining into my eyes when the familiar ring gleams, reminding me of my grim life. I stare at the clock, my eyes finally settling, "It's noon already?!"I run to the washroom for a shower. The lingering stinging pain in my core is still present but less apparent than last night.I quickly change into a comfortable new pair of pajamas, trying to ignore the events of last night for the sake of my deteriorating mental health. My eyes widen at the thought that Alejandro might've texted or called."When I call or text you, I expect a reply within five minutes or I will assume you're disobeying me. You should be nearby the phone at all times."I scurry to my phone, which is charging on my nightstand beside my bed.No new calls or texts. I sigh a breath of relief. I walk out to see that my lunch is being set up by a woman, who's probably in her late twenties or early thirties.She's so pretty..