11

Ziyana 

“That was a moment of weakness. I can never let it happen again” I said repeatedly to myself in the empty room as I figured out why I behaved wantonly with those men last night. My fucking body betrayed me but I have to build a barrier around it. I knew there's more from where that came and that's the more reason why I have to be ready. I can't allow myself to be messed up with this hot charming bodies 

Oh crap!

They are not hot, they are evil!

Those men thought they'd break me but I won't let them do that to me. My father was a Mafia for a reason and I picked up one or two from him. If they think I'm some damsel in distress, then they are wrong. I'm not some stupid girl who's scared of what's to become of her. What could be more painful than losing one's father and then being sold by one's family member? 

I'm going to make them realise that they picked the wrong person, until they release me. I won't cower like some random stupid church girl, I'll make them feel sweaty like a roasted chicken in their armpits.

The time on the wall showed that it was just 7am in the morning. It was a matter of time before the ghost lady brought my meals. Well, I have a plan for her and the men. It's time to stop them from pushing me around like I'm some piece of chess.

Minutes later, a knock sounded on the door. The door opened afterwards and the lady came in. This time around,she didn't even send me a glance nor greet me. She walked to the vanity and dropped the tray containing the food.

“Stop,” I said as she turned around to leave. “Wait a minute.” I stood up from the bed and walked to her. I took the plate from the tray and opened it. It contained pasta and I swear, the smell of it was so good that I almost thought of dumping the plans I have. She cleared her throat in a way, telling me that she was waiting for whatever I wanted to do. 

I only have one life to live, I thought as I took a deep breath. I spat into the plate of pasta and returned it to the tray. The ghost lady gasped in shock as I did what I did but I smiled sweetly at her.

“Give it to Salvatore, he can eat my fucking pussy” I said. What she had on her face surpassed shock, it was disbelief at my behaviour and statement. She took the food tray alongside the plate and began to rush out.

“You'll regret this,” she said in her Italian accent.

“Oh,so you talk?” I asked, standing akimbo. She said nothing again but quickly opened the door and left.

“That went well,” I muttered, steadying my racing heart. I waited a bit for them to burst through the door but nothing happened.

Aren't they awake?

Did they decide to do nothing about it at all?

Uh! The waiting was miserable. 

I went back to the bed and layed on it, my hands placed neatly under my head. I stared at the ceiling wondering what I should do next. I turned towards the window and then I saw it.

It was a tiny bit of camera, hanging by the books neatly laid onto the shelf. They've been spying on me all these while? Even when I undressed? I stood from the bed and walked towards the shelf. I took a closer look at it to be certain that I didn't see it wrong.

Fuck you, I mouthed and brought up my middle finger. I took the camera out and threw it on the floor before trampling on it with all of my strength.

Whether it was what I did with the food or the fact that they couldn't see what I was up to in the room anymore, I got the reaction they wanted. It wasn't even up to a minute before they came banging at my door like crazy. 

“Open the door, Red.” Salvatore said.

“Never, I'm going to kill myself here and it'll all be on you!” I said, testing the waters. Maybe the threat would work on them.

“Stop testing my patience, Red.” He said and I swear my body shivered with the way he growled the words. “Get me keys to this room,” I heard him order. I knew I had less time left before he opened the door. It was exactly what I wanted but I needed him to be furious. He has to know that I'm not some push over.

I looked around for something to use as a sort of protection from him when he finally gets the door opened. I got to the vanity and began to knock everything down, until I found it.

The door opened and I swerved around, facing the three brothers. They all looked pissed off.

Great!

“What do you think you are doing?” It was Stefano who first spoke.

“I'm tired of being hurled up here all day. I want freedom.” I said.

“You'll only get that when you tell us what you've decided. So?” Salvatore said. He looked grumpy more than usual that morning and I wondered what it was that could have caused it.

“Guys? It's not yet twenty four hours yet. Plus,she said we could eat her pussy. Is that offer still on the table, Kitty?” Vittorio asked, diverting from what all his brothers had been saying.

“What? Is that all you think about every time?” I asked in shock and disgust.

“Not every time darling but it's all I can think of right now. You are naked under that shirt and it's sexy as hell. If I don't know any better, I'd think you are teasing us…intentionally,” he added.

“It's called rebel, not teasing, you dumbass!” I cursed.

“Really? By not eating and destroying the camera?” Stefano questioned.

“You were spying on me, perverted man!” I retorted. 

“Come over here, “Stefano said, moving closer.

“Don't come any closer or I'll kill myself. I said to them, that stopped them on their track but they recovered from it as quickly as it had gotten them.

“How?” Vittorio asked mockingly. I fidget on the spot for a while, wondering whether I was playing the cards right. But then I decided, it was now or never.

“With this,” I replied, bringing up the cork screw I found in the drawer earlier. I brought it closer to my neck, making sure that the sharp edge was around my neck. My hands shook as the Sharp edge came in contact with my skin. I steadied my hand, hence I'd hurt myself and that I didn't want to happen. I could see on their faces that they were surprised and at the same time weighing their choice. 

Vittorio began to move closer to me

“Don't move any closer or I'll slit my throat”

Silence 

I looked from each of them to the other wondering what they'd do.

“Do it,” came Stefano's deep voice. “Kill yourself and let's get this over with.” He said, stepping inside and walked past Vittorio.

What? He wants me to kill myself?

What kind of man is this? He's freaking icy just like the name I gave him!

“Let's see if you are brave enough to end your life. You want to leave this house right? You'll get to do that but in a bag.” As he said this, he had gotten to me and in one swift moment, he struck my hand with precision. The cork screw fell off my hand and clattered on the floor. My eyes darted from his face to the object on that floor.

Uh uh. This isn't good 

“Take her to the room” he thundered.

Uh?

Room? 

What room? Where are they taking me? 

I thought I was ready to face anything but it seemed I'd stirred the hornet's nest.