His Poisoned Rose

Her Pov:

I open my eyes after how long I don't know. It feels like I am living in a haze. I don't know when I am awake or when I am sleeping. It's always like being in the middle of a dream and a reality.

As I open my eyes, I try to get up, but I don't have any strength to even move. After attempting a number of times, I finally get up from my sleeping posture and sit up using the wall as my support.

I sit up and look around the small dark room. It's so dark that only a dim light is there. My eyes move to the door of the room. It's the only way of getting in or out.

Without the door, there's nothing in the room. Just a mattress on the floor, and that's it. There's no window in the room, so I can't tell if it's day or night. It's not that I care, though.

My gaze shifts to the abandoned plate of food in front of the door, and I try to get up. My body hurts with every move as I struggle to stand on my feet.

Leaning on the wall taking support, I finally stand up and try to walk towards the door for the food. I don't know how long I have been hungry but I need food at any cost now.

As I try to reach the plate of food, my chainedfeet don't let me walk that much way. I try to drag my feet, but it's chained with the pillar of the room.

Sighing I try to kneel and reach my hand for the plate, and when my hand reach to it, I grab it and take it with me to the mattress, which is in the corner of the room.

As I have the first bite of the mashed potato, a tear leaves my eyes as it stains my already tear stained cheeks. As I look at the wall opposite of me with blank eyes as I think back.

Where did I make the mistake? What have I done that reached me to the point I am at today? It was just six months ago. I was so happy. I was studying and doing jobs as I was determined to have a bright future.

What was my mistake? Wanting to have him in my bright future was the mistake I made? What was my crime? I just fell in love.

Fell in love for the first time in my life. I still remember how I met him at the cafe.. Antonio.

I remember how mistakenly I spilt coffee over the handsome Italian, and I was so flustered that he laughed at that. How our first date went. How I kissed him for the first time.

Those moments were so real. How could I make a mistake... He made me feel happy. Feel cherished. He was the only one who made me feel this way after grandma and my mom.

Is it where I made the mistake? Was I too desperate for love that I couldn't recognise his intentions? We dated for the whole six months.

It was just two weeks ago. Two weeks ago, he said that he wanted me to meet his family in Italy. I never went out of the US before, so I was so excited to come to Italy. He prepared all my documents and brought me with him.

He said that he would take me to his family the next day, so he took me to a bar. As he's an Italian, he knew the places very well. We drank together for some while and.. And I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I was in here. Moli, the big middle-aged lady, she told me that Antonio sold me to them for money. She told me that they bought me a lot of money and I have to be of use of that money.

Back then, I didn't believe a single word, she said. I was in denial. I cried. I shouted. I asked for them to have mercy on me.

But they're inhuman. So inhuman. Every time I tried to shout, they muffled my voice. Every time I tried to protest, they tortured me until I went numb. They locked me in so I couldn't run. And they had my passport with them as well.

But this is not all. Another tear leaves my eyes as I stuff my mouth with the mashed potato. Whenever I think about it, my whole body shakes, and I can't hold myself straight. But it doesn't matter how hard I try not to think about it. I can't forget it.

I can't forget the fact that they drugged me to the point I had no sense, and when I woke up, I was lying naked beside a man I had never met before.

I never slept with anyone before, not even with Antonio. I always wanted to have my first time with someone I was sure of. Someone I loved a lot. That's why I preserved my virginity. But they snatched that away from me, too.

And it was not only once but three times. Three times, they drugged me through food or simply injected me as the next day I find myself lying beside a man naked. They took everything away from me.

My life, my dream, my future, my body, and my soul too. How would mom feel if she sees me in this condition. I was just six when she died in a car accident, but I can't stop myself from thinking how mom would feel if she saw me on this condition.

How would my grandma feel? After mom, she's the only one who loves me so much. She always cherished me. Protected me from all dangers. Even when she died, she gave her only house to me, to her granddaughter. She made me promise her that I would make a good life for myself before she intakes her last breath.

They would be so disappointed in me. So fucking disappointed.

Sometimes I feel I am only dreaming everything. Sometimes I feel I have always lived this life only. Being drugged and sleeping with men. I never had my life in the US. Where I was a bright student, the cherished grand daughter of my grandma the princess of my mom and the lover of Antonio.

I feel everything is a daze. An imagination of my fucked up mind. I don't know anymore what is real and what is fake. And honestly I don't give a fuck about it. I take the last bite of the food and doze off to sleep again .

Someone is trying to wake me up. As I open my eyes I see Marco, the huge Italian who gets off torturing me every time is trying to wake me up by nudging me by the tip of his shoes.

As I sit up I see Moli standing on the door waiting for me. Marco kneels as he gets the chain off my foot. I look at Moli and ask her what is going on and where they are taking me to.

Marco helps me to stand and tries to touch me in the process as I scoot away from him and look at Moli for my answers.

" You seem to be quite lucky Maryline. "

I furrow my brows at it as I hate this name. This is not my name and they made it up for me as they like to call it the stage name. But they made me accept this name as same as the other things.

" What do you mean?" I ask her being confused.

" You are being stood up for the auction ."

Before I could ask anything else, I felt a sharp pain on the back of my neck as Marco the bastard injects me and the whole world gets dark around me as I fall into his arms.