Stockholm Syndrome: His Prisoner

ARIANNA’S POV. “Don’t be rude!” I rolled my eyes at the lady in front of me who wanted a coffee. “Did you… did you all see that?” She looked around to see if people thought the same as her, pointing an accusing finger at me. “Ma’am, you’re holding up the line.” A tall man from behind sneered. She’d managed to change her order about 6 times already in a row and I was getting sick and tired of it, alongside the people behind her on the queue. ‘Just fucking place an order and go sit down somewhere.’ was what I intended saying but I kept my mouth shut. As much as I hated my job, it was the only thing I had and whether I liked it or not, we were in America and the customer was always right. I was about to ask her if she wanted any other thing else as politely as I could muster but U was cut offf by a loud boom. The next thing we heard was the shatter of glass and the wheezing o bullets. Screams and screeches erupted from across the building and pandemonium ensued. “Everybody get the

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner.“Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin.I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.I was testing their patience really because Capello stopped walking and took off his tie. Who wore a suit to kill? I raised my eyebrow at him, wondering what he was doing. He rolled it up and grabbed my jaw, forcing it open. My eyes widened as I realised what he was about to do. I continued to move my head until I heard a gunshot that kept me still.A warning from Alejandro that wouldn’t be repeated twice. I didn’t even need to be gagged. My hands remained cuffed in front of me as I continued to stay still in the backseat of the car.“Where to Ale?”“Italia.”I didn’t need a translator for that. We were going to Ital

I felt sweat drip over my face and run down my back onto the floor I’d just wiped. I cursed as I wiped the floor again.Alejandro was a fucking bastard. I’d not seen hide nor hair of his staffers, there was no way he was cleaning the entire house himself.My limbs were shaking by the time I was done with the third floor.“Fucking hell!” I breathed out. I was a quivering and soaking mess as I collapsed on the floor. I looked up at the ceiling where the cherubs were painted, the sight no longer looked funny to me.He was a devil, what did he need cherubs for? To justify his wickedness or restore some missing parts of his soul? I thought about my life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t the best but I actually enjoyed working at the bakery.Anselmo was almost like the father I lost and he allowed me to work for him. I spent most of the time away from my parents, cooped up in a school that didn’t like me much. My hair was a shade of brown I’d dyed over and over again because ginger was a signal fi

Much to my dismay, I actually left the gun on the table. Whether or not he’d actually forgotten it, he would later realise it was gone at some point, and come looking for it. I didn’t want to test his self-control, especially now, when I could barely walk or run away.Yes, I was still going to run away and I would be wiser about it.My leg was quite swollen but I somehow found my way to the fridge and brought out an ice pack. I hissed as the cold material touched my leg.‘Almost run me over and then almost touch my leg like you are capable of feeling empathy.’ I muttered to myself. I was beyond pissed but more at myself for underestimating his callousness.I ended up sleeping against the fridge because moving was a fucking pain in the ass.I opened my eyes when I heard movement not too far off, I groaned sleepily and dragged my feet from under me.Immediately I moved head slightly, I saw his figure standing close to me, I stumbled backwards out of shock. He didn’t seem fazed though bu

I walked into the road and I was amazed at the colours that greeted me, the city was so alive and bright. I almost bumped into someone and they apologised first. It was a culture shock, considering where I lived for all my life, I definitely would’ve been cussed out for it.“Okay, now what?” I asked myself as I looked ahead of the bustling city. I had no money on me so I couldn’t get a cab, I also couldn’t afford to look lost in this kind of place. Chances were, people knew who Capello was and if he was searching for me, they wouldn’t hesitate to tell him they saw a little crazy-eyed girl walking around.I picked up my pace, the first thing I needed to do was to get as far away from Capello as quickly as I could.After walking for what felt like hours, but probably minutes due to my hurt leg, I rounded the corner of another street. Why the hell were there so many streets?I looked around and stopped, a shiver running down my spine. It might have been years ago, but I remembered the st