Tanya's POV I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my neck, along with the eyes of everybody in the room on me. I took a deep breath, not knowing what to do. I was more or less sworn to protect the information about Rodrigo and not betray him, even if I was threatened with a gun. But what was I supposed to do when the threatened person was not me but my father? It was going to be a total ruin if he died because of me. "What are you going to do?" he asked me. "Are you going to talk or what?" I knew that I didn't have much time. If I kept on stalling like that, it would only be delaying the inevitable. The bad part was that I had everything to lose, while the men had nothing to lose. They could wait until the next day, and I would still be nowhere near where I was now. I was very confused. I couldn't let him die, and I couldn't let them get the information either. The worst part was that I couldn't keep sitting on the wall. I needed to pick a side and stick with it. T
Tanya POV Even as I said it, I knew it would not be enough. I was once again beating about the bush and trying to say anything just to stop them from killing him immediately. He seemed to realize it because he looked at me as if I was trying to get him killed. I looked away, knowing that the men were no fools either. It would not be long before they realized what I was trying to achieve, and then he would be dead. I wish there were another way, I thought to myself, but I can't let them have that information. "Are you done talking?" he asked me. "You haven't given me anything valuable yet. You seem not to want him to survive. Do you know that you are next after him?" I said nothing, hearing the countdown from 5 to 1 repeat itself in my mind. It was not going to be long before he died from the way things were going. "Please stop," he said. "I have something important to say." Enzo looked at him with a questioning expression. "It better be very important. If it is not, then
Tanya's POV I cried all I wanted, but no one seemed to care. Nobody came to check on me for the next few hours, giving me enough breathing space. I couldn’t help but look at his body once in a while, feeling the guilt weighing on me. If I had given them the information they wanted, it wouldn’t have happened this way. “It’s my fault,” I said to myself. “I should have told them. Now he’s dead because of me.” I somehow expected something to happen, but after waiting for a long while, there was still nothing. The room would have been empty if not for his body in the corner. I was starting to get disgusted by it. It was not only disgusting me but haunting me. I needed it out of here if I would stay by myself. “I can’t sleep with you staying here,” I said to him with a sad expression. I rushed up to the door and banged on it, trying to get it to open. “Hey, guys!” I called. “Come and take his body away!” I did this for a couple of minutes until I got tired. I was also hungry now
Tanya's POV He ordered for food to be brought to the room. I didn't want to eat, even though I was very, very hungry; my appetite left me at the moment Henry died. "Get a table and some furniture also," he said to the people he kept ordering about. I didn't know whether they were his slaves or whether they were paid to do it, but they seemed to serve happily. "I wonder what the hierarchy here is," I said to him, wanting to strike up a conversation until he was ready to tell me what he wanted. "It is quite nice," he said, "but it is none of your business. You do not need to think about or bother yourself with it." Seeing that he would not tell me about it, I decided not to ask him again but started thinking about another way to keep him off the topic of my eating. I didn't want him to ask me why I did not want to eat because it would make it difficult for me to abstain. He might even try to force me, for all I knew. Soon, the table was set. He looked at me, noticing that
Tanya's POV He seemed to enjoy my resistance because he smiled at me. "I think the conversation has lasted enough," he told me. After saying that, he stood up and gave me a particularly disturbing look. "I will be back, but now I have to make a call." He started moving away with his phone but then stopped. "On second thought, you should hear what I wanted to say to the other person," he said. "Don’t think you can scare me," I responded. "I have seen a lot of things in my life, and plenty of them are scary. Whatever you are planning to say to the other person can't possibly move me." "Who said I was trying to scare you?" he asked. "But it would be rather wise to be scared. I want you to know which side you should pick and how to approach when we talk next time." He slowed down after that, making his voice deliberately lower. "When we are talking about far more important things." I did not need a soothsayer to tell me what he was referring to. I looked away, angry that he
Tanya's Pov For the next couple of days, I was bored and scared. I felt like the longer I stayed in the little cell of a room they locked me in, the more I would lose a piece of my mind. I was already feeling like I was going a bit insane. The man had not been courteous enough to give me a good enough room. Hell, he did not even let me stay in the room where we had had the not-so-pleasant conversation that led to the whole thing in the first place. No, he moved me into a smaller room, one that was dark and murky. 'Gloomy,' he had called it with a smile on his face before he left me to suffer and rot. It had high windows and damp floors. The walls were black and made of some disgusting material. I knew all that from when I could get a bright light to see by. The room was dark and foreboding, accentuating my torture. The door was only opened about twice a day to feed me. It was enough to tell that I was being malnourished, along with all the other things that contributed to my
Tanya's POV I was seated at the table facing Enzo, getting ready for whatever he wanted to say to me. Throughout, he had been eating ferociously, but I didn't have the appetite. "You should really eat," he said to me slowly. "This might be the last good meal you have." I considered his words carefully and decided that he was right. If he actually wanted to starve me after this, then it was very possible, and there would be nothing for me to do to prevent him. I should have a very good meal before that happens. I started eating, and he stopped, watching closely. "You are pretty, do you know that?" he asked slowly, as if to charm me with his voice. If that was what he wanted, then he could continue dreaming; it was never going to happen. I said nothing in response, focusing on the food as if it was more important than he was. "I'm only saying this for your best interest," he said to me. "Now, Dante has commanded us not to touch you, and you might be safe for a while, but
Tanya's POV "You will do well to reconsider your decision," he said to me in a voice that sounded dangerous. I knew that he was right and I should think about it rationally, but I couldn't imagine him with me in any way. I wasn't going to let it happen when I had the choice. "I'm getting your eyes away," he said, giving me a look that suggested it was definitely going to happen. I didn't know where his confidence came from, but I had a feeling that it was not unfounded. He was in control of me even now, and the only thing keeping him away was the order that I should be kept for Dante. When he came and saw me, I was pretty sure the order would be lifted. There was a good chance then that he would not care about anything done to me, even if I was raped every day by the men. "I'm not going to agree," I said, against my better judgment. I was definitely not going to sell myself for a day or two of enjoyment; that would only make it easier for them to break me. "Well, I am not al