NO MEANS NOTHING

Serena sat in a crouched position, arms securely wrapped around her legs as she stared blankly at the dungeon gate.

  She had been blindfolded, leashed and thrown into the underground prison just after the Don gave the instruction, and Serena felt her blood roar in anger at the thought of it. She was now a slave, and at the mercy of her master, The cold heartless Mafia boss. It felt like a dream, yet it was as real and clear as day.

 She looked around her in disgust which slowly metamorphosed into horror when she noticed objects that looked like bony human parts. She was grateful that she could remove the blindfold without qualms. The leash dangled lazily from her neck, and she slid it off after a minute of meddling with it.

 She looked around again and her eyes acquainted well with the bones and skulls. At the horrid sight, a gasp escaped her lips and she clamped her mouth with her fingers when she heard movements outside the dungeon. What have these innocent people done to be murdered so horrendously in a place like this? What if they kill her too?

Tears welled her eyes as she slowly crawled to the obsolete but sturdy gate.

 "Is anyone there?" She called out in a shrill voice "Please, let me out."

 No one responded. Serena was certain that she heard slight movements. She thought of what to do. What if she hits the door? Perhaps, it would bring attention to her.

 Taking a deep breath in, Serena proceeded towards the gate and hit a part with her elbow. The pain that shot through her arm made her hiss while recoiling on the ground. It was a dull sound, and she could swear that no one heard it.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours while Serena continually laid on the ground, quite destabilized. Her affected hand had swollen in the space of hours and they hurt like hell. She wished for death now, hoping that it took her very essence before the monster of a mafia boss returned.

 He had not spared her a single glance, even as he instructed his men to throw her into the hellhole. He had been just how she imagined mafia bosses. Cold, dark, dangerous, ruthless, heartless, name it. What mystified her was his aura. How he walked, like he walked with the wind.

 It was now dusk, and Serena heard movements again. The sounds were distinct until they started getting closer. It was a high pitched scream, and Serena guessed that the owner of the voice was probably being thrown into prison, just like her.

 "Let me go! Let me out! I'm innocent! I never did it! Let. Me. Gooooo!"

Serena heard a thud that made her jerk, and she moved to the gate again, trying to see what was going on. The thud was accompanied by an uneasy silence.

 "Make him conscious early. The Don won't like him dead before he is punished." A deep voice instructed.

 "Yes sir." Firm voices replied in unison.

 Serena crooked her head, trying without success to see them. When she heard foot steps approaching, indicating that the men were on their way out of the dungeon, she straightened up and mustered strength to talk loudly.

 "Hello, if you can please listen to..." Serena was still talking when the men passed her dungeon gate, advancing towards the main gate as though a mouse just squeaked.

 "Bloody hell," She swore, clutching her belly and sliding to the ground with a weary expression plastered on her pretty face. Not only did she feel pains from her throbbing and reddened hand, pangs of hunger also hit her like a tornado every now and then.

 Did they plan to starve her to death? She thought as a lone tear slid down her cheek. Was the Don meting out punishment for something she did in the past? She doesn't even know him!

"Please," She muttered desolately "Get me out of here. Please..." She sniffed and wiped the tears off with her good hand "I promise to be of good behaviour. I'll..."

 "If I were you, I'd stop talking and save my energy for later." Someone said from the corridor and Serena jolted up. It was the voice of a man, who must be the prison guard. She figured.

 "Help me, please" She whispered "I'm hurt and... I need food."

 "Sadly, I can't. The Don will have my head if I do." The unseen person curtly replied.

That should quench the thought of trying to get help from the invisible man, but she pressed on, determined to get out of the dungeon.

 "Surely this is not where slaves stay, is it? I've done nothing to be punished like this. I need to speak with him!"

 She heard him chuckle, then heard as clangs of keys worked on the gate. To her surprise, the guard opened the gate and shot a quizzical stare at her.

 Serene thanked her stars inwardly and stood up in a heartbeat. Before she could move out, he entered the dungeon and banged the gate after him.

 Serena's jaw was left hanging by his sudden action. She thought he was letting her out to go speak to the Don. What was happening?

 "What are you doing?" She asked, bewildered.

 The guard chucked again, a deep seated one that made revulsion crawl over Serena's body. He was sturdy, stared at her like she was some snack, taller than her but not as tall as most of the men she saw when being taken to the dungeon, looked like a newly recruited prison guard that was just fooling around. Serena hoped that was it, he was just fooling around, playing pranks. He'd let her out eventually.

 "You're just as hot as you sound." He croaked.

 Serena peered at her body, and shifted backwards. She was scantily dressed, and she blamed it on her captors. They must have draped her like this to make her look more appealing to potential buyers.

 "Nothing is free, slave." He stared straight into her eye "You have to buy your way to freedom, and right now, I hold the keys. I..." He started circling her, his eyes still latched on her "Get to decide if you escape or not."

 "If you're really desperate to leave, you'll do as I say. Strip out of what you're wearing and come suck my dick."

 Serena remained glued to a spot, numb with shock. She had never seen anything like it before.

 The guard smirked on seeing her stunned reaction, then he started unbuttoning and zipping down his trouser.

 "I might need to force you," He mumbled, his lip between his teeth.

 "Leave or I'll scream." She spat at him in disgust.

 "Oh, really?" He raised a brow, and let his erected cock bounce out of its confinement "I'll like to see you try that. The don will hear you, and he will kill you for disturbing his peace. You want it the hard way or the easy one?"