MIRAThe entire room erupts in a beehive of activity. People are running, and screaming.I sway on my feet, my brain suddenly feeling too heavy. I grab onto the nearest chair with intentions of collapsing into it for a while when I feel the second prick. Pain shoots up my neck and my muscles become lethargic. I slide bonelessly to the ground.The lights are too bright. Why the hell are they so bright?Someone lifts and throws me over a shoulder. I struggle in my mind, but my muscles refuse to move. I feel strangely locked in place.A sack is thrown over my head and the stale smell coming from it almost makes me puke.I hold my breath until I pass out.***MIRAI jolt awake, shaking all over. My stomach feels like lead and every single part of me hurts. I try to lifts my hair from my feverish forehead, but my hands refuse to move.My wrists are bound together by strong ropes. So are my ankles."The little bitch is awake."My eyes flick over the dim interior of wherever I am. It take

MIRAIt's been hours. Or has it been days? But I have been in this dark, musky room for a really long time now.Fortunately, the mystery woman's goons stayed away after she ordered them to leave me alone. I had thought they would'nt listen. That they would pounce on me the moment she was gone.I guess I was wrong.She never came back after that day. The mystery woman, I mean.Why am I still here? Why hasn't Mason come for me yet?I lie there, exhausted and throbbing from all my wounds. If I do not get access to medical facilities soon, they might get infected.The door clangs as one of the men make an entrance, bearing food and water. I have rejected all the meals they've brought so far, only surviving on water."What time is it, please?" I ask. My throat is scratchy and sore. At this rate, I might not survive another hour in this place.He drops the plate and pitcher of water."You are not entitled to ask for anything, bitch."Then he walks out slamming the door behind him.I sit in

MASONI have always known the Italian mafia have establishments in New York City. I even made it a point to find out where every single one of those establishments are located…and avoid them like the bloody plague.They have dozens of warehouses scattered across the city, and I am only finding out about this one. This means that must have taken great pains to keep it hidden.But why?"I dunno if it was a force or something, but someone didn't want us hanging out there." Rob continues."We kept getting different warning signs. Sometimes, we'll come to find blood splattered everywhere. But we never listened."It looks like he's reliving a horror movie. His hands physically trembles, and his face is alarmingly white."One evening, me and my guys came to hang out as usual. Ronan, one of us had gone missing since the previous day, and we wanted to strategize on how we were gonna look for 'im."His eyes fill with tears. He brushes them quickly, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment."Sorry

MIRAThe next two days go by in a blur. Vanessa and Anna are here as much as they can, every single day. They rarely ever leave me alone, and I very much appreciate their thoughtfulness.I told Vanessa everything that happened when I was in captivity. I didn't leave anything out. Since then, she says leaving me alone could make me gravitate towards dark thoughts. I most definitely agree.The five days I spent in that hell have haunted my dreams for the past two nights. Sometimes, I shoot awake, wondering if I'm still tied up in that dark, dank room.And then I see him.The hallway lights are always turned off whenever he comes around, so I only see his bulky frame at the door, staring at me. Watching over me.Mason Lachlan.I am supposed to be angry with him, mad as hell at him, but the opposite is the case. I cannot seem to muster the energy to remain mad at anyone at this point.Perhaps I am upset that he didn't come to my rescue sooner. He hasn't paid me a single visit since I woke

MASON"No! Please, no!"I bolt upright, flinging my MacBook to the side as the pain filled sound reaches me. I flick a glance at my watch. It's two in the morning."Please!"It takes me a moment to realise that the sound is coming from the bed, from Mira. I reach her bedside in a flash, my pulse pounding wildly against my throat.Lights begin blinking on and off, and alarms go off crazily as her heart monitor beeps, showing a rapid spike in her blood pressure. But that isn't what really catches my attention. Mira twists and turns in the restricted bed. Her delicate fingers are bunched around the bedsheets in a death grip. Her knuckles are white, completely drained of blood. Her eyes are tightly shut, her face contorted in a mask of pain as she writhes and twists on the bed.I grab her shoulders and shake her as gently as I can, just as a sleepy looking nurse and Mira's personal doctor run in through the double doors."Mira. Mira, baby, it's Mason. Wake up."" We heard the blood press