Leah Falco's POV
I try to open my eyes again and again, but the task becomes a real torture. My eyelids are too heavy and my temples throb like I have the worst hangover ever. After what seems like an eternity, I manage to wake up only to damage my eyea with the intensity of light.I manage to get up to a sitting position and then look around. I am on a huge bed, inside a room which is probably equal to the size of my entire apartment. Gold embroidery on the walls, curtains and all the decoration in general hurt my eyes almost as much as the light.Where the hell am I?I try to search my memory for how on earth I ended up in this Victorian-era museum, as I walk around the place. I just remember my shitty day, lunch in the cafeteria on the corner of the hospital and… the dizzy spells. I bumped into someone... I think.Oh my God! There was something in that drink. Have I been cheated?'Has something been stolen from me?', I wonder when I see that I don't have the same clothes on and no sign of my belongings, although I only had my cell phone and a couple of euros.What if some murderous psychopath kidnapped me to rape me and then kill me?No one has touched me in my private parts, that is clear to me. If so, I would know.'But I was high'For our Lord Jesus Christ! What have they done to me?What if I've been robbed and rescued by some millionaire prince? Maybe that's why I am in this luxurious bedroom.'Stop thinking nonsense, Leah!' my hysterical subconscious scolds me, but I just can't help it. Millions of ideas mix in my head until they give me a headache.I find a glass of water and two pills on the bedside table, with a note that says 'Take them'. However, I have no idea where I am or who I'm with, so I'm not going to take anything. I have already been played with that food.'The drink is on the house', I recall the blonde's sweet voice.Damn waitress from all hells! I'm going to report her. I'm going to rip her apart.However, to do that I have to get out of here.I run to the door and can't say I'm surprised when it's locked.I have definitely been kidnapped.I try to open it by force, but the damn thing doesn't give in. I search the bedside table for something to help me with my mission. It's useless! I go to the huge closet in the corner and I am more plastic than Barbie herself when I see my own clothes."But what…?", I stop suddenly when a ridiculous idea occurs to me.I think about it for several minutes, but in the end I decide to give it a try. After all, I have nothing to lose.'Desperate situations call for desperate measures'I pull the metal ring out of the first bra I see and run to the door."Come on, come on," I perk up on the third try. "You can, Leah, you…" I freeze for a moment as I watch the knob turn. Then I react by jumping up and down for joy. "I've done it," I murmur, looking at the piece of metal. "Fuck, I did! Thank you, creator of underwire bras."I open the door with trembling hands, but then, I am met with a body of a beast and glowing fire-colored eyes."Are you going somewhere, little girl?" The voice becomes all real.I know him, I've seen him before...'No', I refuse to believe my eyes.'This is just another one of your fantasies'However, as much as I refuse to look or listen, he is still in front of me, with a sinister smile.“Do you remember me?”, he throws out another question."You are…" I point my index finger suspended in the air, full of disbelief, "you are… the Devil!""That's right, little girl," he shows his perfect teeth with a fierce look, as if he were the hunter and I the prey about to be devoured. "And I will also be your captor and your executioner.""How…?", I stop for a few seconds to order my upset head. "Where am I?" On impulse, I lunge at his chest to punch him. "What have you done to me, you son of a bitch?!""You're in Oakland, on my domain," he replies, taking my breath away on the spot. America… I'm in another fucking continent, "and if you calm down, I'll tell you whatever you want to know.""I can't calm down a bit!", I utter in the middle of my tantrum. I may be having a psychotic breakdown right now due to shock. What the hell do I have to do with my best friend's psychopathic ex-fiancé? "You drugged me, you broke into my house," I point to the wide open closet. "You brought me to the other side of the world against my will!""I'm glad you're smart as well as pretty," he comments nonchalantly, making me even angrier.'Well done, Leah! you should be trembling with fear and on the contrary, you can only get angry with the guy who possibly wants to kill you'"You've kidnapped me," I declare what we both know, suddenly speechless as I realize the harsh reality.I run to the window and draw the curtains to look at the streets which seem a miniature toy over twenty feet tall. I must be in the penthouse of a skyscraper, since the buildings in front are smaller than this one.I put my hands on my head and comb my fingers through my loose hair.'It's just a nightmare,' I convince myself.'It's not real'"As you have seen, escaping through the window is not an option," his breath brushes my back, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.'It is not happening''Wake up, dammit!'Tears take time to come out, but once they do, they come out in droves and never end."Why?", I ask in a whisper."Your best friend, her husband and you are going to pay for having humiliated me," he dictates. "Though I'm afraid you've gotten the worst of it. Call it fate if you like."'Cassie'So that's what this is all about: fucking revenge. And what the hell am I painting here?"But what did I do to you?" I turn on my feet to face him."Didn't you talk Cass into leaving me?", he lets his face hover a few inches from mine, staring those devilish eyes at me. "Didn't you get her the scholarship and the plane ticket?"Yes, I did… and I don't regret it. It has been one of the best decisions I have made in my disastrous life."You can't keep me here forever," I proclaim undeterred. "I'm going to escape, I'm going to call...""To the police?", he cuts me off before handing me a cell phone, which I recognize as mine. "Go ahead, it won't do you any good because it answers to me. You're on my turf, little girl, and only my law is imposed here"."It is not true," I reply, looking for my friend's name in the contact list."Try, nine one one, it's only three numbers", the security he shows together with the amusement that I distinguish in his expression, confirm his words. "You can also call your friends and tell them if you wish. It will be a pleasure for me to see their anguish and… to see them mourn the Man of Steel's."What did you just say?". The ground suddenly wobbles under my feet.He tugs on my arm to lead me to a couch and then forces me to sit down. I remain in a kind of trance while he communicates with someone on a tablet."Coulson," he's talking to whoever's on the other end of the line. "Do you have eyes on the target?"The figure of Adriano Di Lauro, my best friend's husband appears on the screen getting out of his car and a loud gasp escapes my lips. It's not possible. He won't dare..."Target in sight, sir," this Coulson communicates, "twenty yards away."I do not want to look. I feel lost. Somehow I know that Devil Frost will be my downfall.Leah Falco's POVNo, it's not true. It's not happening... However, the screen between his hands shows the truth to my face."You will say, little girl," the psycho next to me intervenes. "Do I order to shoot?""You're bluffing," I comment incredulously."Do you think so?", he asks challenger without stopping smiling. That smile, dammit! It scares me as much as it captivates me. "It's so easy to pull the trigger, Leah, and there's no turning back," he watches me silently, perhaps waiting for a response from me. However, I cannot utter a word. This is too surreal. "Coulson...""Wait!", I stop him by squeezing his wrists and immediately back away as I feel the sting of his touch.Damn, it's impossible! No one can have that high body temperature."Maybe I should take out your roommate too," he threatens, causing me to tremble in spasms of fear. "The promiscuous resident, I've heard he has a promising career as a surgeon. Too bad he suffered some tragic accident and his bright future was l
Chapter three: Psychological tortureThree days, I've been locked up inside these four walls for three days and I'm about to tear my hair out. I have lost my nerve and sanity a long time ago. The first night I refused to eat dinner and that crazy guy nearly choked me by forcing food into my mouth.So I look like a human wreck or in any case, a robot programmed to do the basic needs of a human being.I've never been subjected to psychological torture, but I'm sure this is a lot like it. He doesn't touch me, he hardly speaks to me, I haven't seen another face other than that maniac's. The asshole took my phone and put it only God knows where.I expected many things. In my mind I came to imagine millions of ways to cause myself the most agonizing pain. However, this desolate silence is a hundred times worse. I don't even remember the sound of my voice anymore. Even my inopportune subconscious has shut up and loneliness attacks me more strongly than ever.I walk around the room to exerci
Leah Falco's POVThe old lady looks at me with a circumstance face while I can only think about leaving this hateful feudal-style room.I feel like one of those maidens kidnapped by vandals in the Mallory series.*'Mallory: book series created by Johanna Lindsey'"I can help you," I offer with a pleading expression."Dean said...""Please," I join my hands in a prayer. "Please, I've been here for three endless days and I think I'll die of a heart attack or nerves if I don't go through that door. I promise to behave myself and not running away," I add when I see her hesitating. "Well," she agrees after a few eternal seconds, "but you'll stay by my side and as soon as Dean gets here, you'll let me talk. Okay?""Thank you very much!" I throw into her arms with a sudden movement. She looks at me bewildered with surprise, while I smile ecstatically. "You have no idea what this means to me.""I can imagine," she pats me gently on the back to encourage me. "Everything will get better, you'l
Dean Frost's POVI try to focus on the papers, but it's impossible. It's like I don't have the ability to understand what I read. My body is here inside the car, but my mind has already reached the building and crossed the penthouse straight to the room of that intrepid little girl.Since she saw me she could recognize me as the ex-fiancé of her best friend. However, she has not mentioned our meeting a month ago in this same city.She does not remember me…The rage surges once more and I feel like shaking her hard, then ripping her brain open. How is it possible that she has forgotten me? Me!I am going to punish her because nobody forgets me. It is time to start her ordeal.'And to possess her,' a voice in my head adds. However, I deny the idea no matter how much tempting it may be. It is not time yet, first I have to drive her crazy, then catch her and in the end she will fall round before my feet, crying out for mercy and singing the weaknesses of my enemies to the rhythm of Travia
Leah Falco's POVI am trapped, cornered between his body and I have no way to escape. The closeness of hia skin sends me into painful spasms, and his unusual body temperature ignites sparks in the pit of my stomach.His lips are only a few insignificant centimeters apart, making me feel hia breath.Oh my Godness! Is he going to kiss me?I see him coming. I see him coming, dammit! And I do nothing at all to stop him.What the hell are you doing, Leah Falco?'No, no, no,' I chide myself.'Don't even think about kissing him!'However, as much as my rational part fights to get out of here afloat, my brain insists on locking it up and doing what it wants.He is going to kiss me. Damn, I'm going to let him kiss me! Then a rumble outside catches us both off guard and we jump up at the same time."The show has started," I hear him snort as I try to control my racing heartbeat. The organ wants to come out of my mouth and I have no idea how to stop it.I'm fucking crazy. Devil has brainwashed m
Leah Falco's POV'Get me out of here'The thought crosses my mind, but I dismiss it after mulling it over for a few seconds. I don't know who this man is, or where he came from or if this is just a Devil's trick. Plus, I prefer a known bad guy than a unknown good one. 'Not that you know Mr. Frost very well,' my subconscious jumps out."Just now…" I swallow hard still tempted to beg for help. How I wish he was my Prince Charming from my own novel! However, for some reason my instinct prevents me from believing him, "no.""Are you sure?" He pulls out a wad of bills to hand into my hands. "With this you could leave this life and be free."Free… how much I would like to be."I appreciate it, sir," I half-smile, "but I don't think I'm going to need it.""There must be something I can give you, a memory so you have this night always present."'I don't think I'll ever forget this night'I lower my eyes searching for the most correct way to reject his offer and then, something shines before
Leah Falco's POVThe man lies dying on the floor, while the blood stain spreads across the carpet and I can do nothing but watch him, completely stunned.What have I done?What the fuck have I done?!'I have killed him''I'm a killer!'"Damn…", I hear him growl through clenched teeth and then, I react."Oh my Godness!" I clap my hands over my mouth before running to his side to help him. "Help!" I yell wildly as I yank his shirt open. "What the hell have you done?""It was you… little girl", he still has the strength to speak, so I'm not completely lost. "Isn't… that what you…wanted?""Shut up!" I utter hysterically as I cover the wound with trembling hands. "Somebody help me, dammit!"Shit! The blood does not stop gushing out in droves, the Devil begins to rave, and hysteria overwhelms me when no one responds to my sobbing calls."What's wrong...?", a guy with copper hair that I hadn't seen before bursts into the place, being stunned to see the panorama. "Dean? What the fuck…? What ha
Leah Falco's POVWhat should I do?I can't say anything and risk losing someone, but... I can hear the voice of the person I love the most in the world. The only one with the ability to calm me down.I don't doubt it and with trembling fingers, I dial the number while holding back sobs."Hi…" it is all I can say."For our Lord Jesus Christ!" Tears betray me when I hear her exclamation and reality hits me all at once. "Where have you been, Leah Falco?""I'm on vacation," I manage to lie."Without telling anyone? Have you lost your mind?!" I don't even pull away when her shriek threatens to hurt my ear drum. "Or do you mean to drive Romeo and me mad?""I'm sorry, okay?" I hold my breath to hold back a sob. "I had an emotional crisis and you know how I am.""Where are you?""I came to the orphanage," I bite my lower lip, "I missed Mrs. Clarice and the children. I don't know how long I'll stay, but it will be a long time," I admit ruefully. "There's no good coverage, so don't call me. I'll