14

Ziyana

I don't know what woke me up exactly, whether it was because I had slept for too long, or because of the dull ache I was feeling at my back or possibly because I was feeling cold. Either way,I woke up to the silence of the room and the memory of the previous day came flowing back. I wasn't sure whether we were still in that same day or the following one but I knew for certain that I had slept for a long time. I remembered waking up at regular intervals but I had gone back to sleep as it was the only thing I could do.

My hands were tied innit?

I listened, hoping that I'd at least hear a thing but everything was dead silent. The only thing I could hear was the humming sound of the air conditioner, the tick tock of the grandfather wall clock in the room and the rapid beating of my heart which I fear will burst out. My stomach grumbled and ached from lack of food.

‘You should have at least eaten part of the pasta before spitting on it, maybe I'd have been better’ a voice said in my head but I ignored it.

I tried to shift a bit and stretched my aching back but I stopped as soon as I tried. My buttocks lobes were still sensitive from the smacks it got yesterday. I possibly didn't feel it because I've been on the same spot for a while. Seeing that I had no other choice, I remained in the position and waited.

It was almost impossible to even think of wriggling my hands become I was all sore there. That was the reward I got for being rebellious. My hands tied like some farm animal with a beautiful satin scarf grazing my eyes.

I squeezed my laps together and I felt them glued to each other a bit. For a while, I forgot about the pain I was feeling or how cold I had felt in the room. All that came to mind was the warmth of their breath on my skin and the feel of their mouth and tongue on my nipples the previous night. The feeling of the large and rough hand kneading my big breasts as if their life depended on it.

Even though I was highly spirited and had a mind of my own, I never for once liked my body. All I ever wanted was to be slim and fit. I wanted to have long legs, petite breasts and all but I had the opposite also,I was usually self conscious of myself. But these men, they made it look like having such massive breasts were a good thing.

Gracious Lord, Ziyana!

Are you really thinking about this, right now, in this very position that you are?

“What will you have me do eh?” I said in hushed tones. It was high time I faced the reality of life. Like my Aunt Elena said, I'm no longer a princess, the earlier I knew that the better for me. These men meant what they said, they won't ever let go of me. I’d be stuck with them forever, well at least till I get a chance to probably escape which I don't think will be happening anytime soon. 

The only option I have now is to live the moment to the fullest. The ridicule I was subjected to yesterday was the highest I could take. From taking me against my will to tearing that shirt out of me and tying me up like some camel and then torturing me with their mouths and god knows what they put on my private part; I've had it to the brim.

I'm sure more of them would come but the least I can do for myself would be to take it without resisting them. Fighting them off would do me no good, in fact, it'll only add to my sorrows. Therefore, it was time I accept what the universe was throwing towards me. 

With both of my parents gone and no family to come to my aid, I'm on my own. Only I could care for myself and these men look like they'd care too if I listened to them. With proper planning, a roof over my head, cloth on my back and a full stomach, I might just be able to abscond one day. With enough patience and planning, I'd definitely find freedom one day.

What these men want is for me is to surrender and be submissive to them and that I'll give to them. However, I have to play my cards right at the very least. If I were to be theirs, then they too must at least give me something else in return but first they need to see that I've calmed down.

I put up my fingers for peace, in the V shape, using my index and middle finger,the same way I've seen in history books over the years. I'm sure they can see what I was up to here. They probably have a camera spying on my right now but I really don't mind. All I wanted was to be released and have a proper talk with them.

I'm not sure if they saw me or they just had a change of mind about holding up for that long but it wasn't long before I heard the doorknob turned slowly. I waited patiently till I hear the door opened. From the stride and the change in air, I could tell it was my buyer, the one who put me in this mess.

Salvatore 

I wanted to beg to be freed but before I could say anything at all, I felt him tugging at the ropes holding my hands in place. He dropped my hands besides me and then proceeded to removing the blindfold on my eyes.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the light in the room. Before I could say jack, the light in the room changed to a fluorescent light, illuminating the room. I closed my eyes as the ray of light stung my eyes. After a while, I tried again, opening my eyes gently till it got accustomed to the room.

“What time is it?” I asked him. He was looking dashing and was clad in only his shorts different from the one I last saw on him, his chest bare and had a bit of sweat rolling down as if he had just stepped out of gym.

“It's been 24 hours, Red. Feeling better today?” He teased me. I rolled my eyes at him and began to massage my wrists. I brought up my knees to my chest, trying to cover myself. Sensing that I was uncomfortable, he walked to the closet in the room and provided me with a shirt.

He threw the shirt to me and I couldn't be more grateful. I pulled it over my head, covering myself up.

“So, what's it going to be?” He queried, leaning in.

“I've made my decision but I want to see your brothers too before anything else” I stated

“What made you think they'll agree to that?”

“What made you think they won't?” I queried right back. He studied me for a while while I made sure to hold his gaze while he decided.

“Fine, let's see what you have to say,” he said and turned around, walking towards the door. I followed him and walked towards the door, releasing the air I never knew I was holding. I took one last look at the room.

‘I don't ever want to be brought back here,’ I thought

Well, at least till I want to come in willingly.