Saving his life

Chapter 21

——MARIA——

Everything was pitch black, I couldn’t see a thing through this blindfold that was wrapped around my eyes. I felt the burning sensation of the rope that bound my hands behind me. I knew I was sitting on the concrete floor, attached to something metal which I was assuming was a pipe of some sort. The sound of dripping water came from above me and splashed into the small puddle on the ground. I was alone, and I was scared. I was still wearing the pair of white jeans from last night along with my grey loose shirt. The fabric was thin and flimsy. I was beginning to feel chilly from the cold floor I was sitting on. I could hardly breathe, the gag in my mouth was restricting my air flow, causing my breath to become heavy and shaky.

The slam of a metal door echoed the room and made me jump. A muffled squeal escaped my mouth when I felt a hand grip my jaw. 

“pequeña, podríamos divertirnos con este” (petite, we could have some fun with this one). I couldn’t understand a word that the man was saying, I couldn’t even recognise his voice. There was a second voice that responded to him and they seemed to be arguing by their tone.

“Antonio dijo que la dejara ser” (Antonio said to leave her be). Antonio? That was the little prick that kidnapped me. The first man grunted and let go of my jaw. It was quiet for a moment, a third man’s footsteps stomped through the door and stopped right in front of me. I recognised the musky smell and then once he spoke, I knew it was Antonio. 

“Déjanos” (leave us) he ordered. After the door slammed shut, it went silent. I could hear his breath from above me. Scuffling with his feet, I soon felt it on my face. 

“Oh señorita” he sighed and grabbed the blindfold from my eyes. He pulled it over my head, allowing me to see. I was in a cellar, the concrete walls were stained with blood and damp. Chains were nailed into the walls and there was only one door in and out of this hell. I gazed up at Antonio, using my eyes to beg him to release me. He stroked my face with his thumb, causing me to flinch. He had extremely short, black hair and a stubbly face. His eyes were dark and sinister, filled with sick ideas of what he would want to do with me.

“Why did you have to piss off the capo for? I could have kept you as my pet”. His words made me shiver. Being in the same room as this prick was bad enough, but being his ‘pet’... that churned my stomach. He laid his hands onto my thighs and travelled them inwards. I squirmed to shake him off of me, but the ropes that bound me held me still. I squealed through my gag as his hands reached higher.

“Shhh señorita” he hissed and laid his lips to my neck. Tears began rolling down my cheeks. I was helpless and scared. His fingers ran along the waist line of my jeans, unbuttoning them slowly. The cool breeze of his breath on my damp neck from his kisses caused me to tense my jaw. I whimpered when his hand scooped into my underwear and onto the skin of my bud. 

“Mmm, you like that don’t you señorita” he groaned in my ear. I shut my eyes to try and pretend it wasn’t happening. As he rubbed against me aggressively, the door swung open, making him jolt back from me.

“Deja de jugar con nuestra prisionera Antonio” (stop playing with our prisoner Antonio) the older man commanded. Antonio narrowed his eyes at me and whispered quietly “I’ll see you soon señorita”. He walked out and shut the door, leaving me with the middle aged man. He let out a sigh and walked over to me, removing the gag from my mouth with force. I gasped as fresh air filled my lungs, coughing up fibres from the cloth. 

“Do you know who I am?” He softly asked, not showing an inch of emotion. I shook my head at him.

“Miguel” he spat, the anger in his eyes beginning to appear. I could tell that he was in charge by the way he presented himself. He was clean shaven, neatly dressed in a shirt and trousers which were black and his hair was perfectly swept back. Tattoos were spread all over his body, covering his hands and neck .

“Please, I was just defending myself!” I exclaimed. He stood to his feet and unbuttoned the cuffs on his sleeves. Rolling them up and turning his back to me, he grunted with frustration.

“You know Maria, I have two sons...” he began as he finished rolling up his sleeves. 

“How did you...” I was cut off by him raising his finger in the air to shush me.

“...both of which have been shot, by you” he explained. Oh f**k!

“One of them got away but is now having to learn to walk again, and the other you have murdered” he continued. 

“What?! I didn’t kill...” he suddenly turned and slapped me across the face. 

“Consider that warning. The next time you interrupt me, I will make sure I draw blood” he threatened. I faced towards the floor, stunned by the force he used. 

“I admit that my boys can be slightly heavy handed at times and can cause others to be slightly aggressive towards them, but to killed by a woman is unacceptable” he growled. 

“I’m going to have to make sure that this is dealt with”. I glanced up at him and grovelled.

“Please, please don’t do this, he was going to shoot me and my friends!” I yelled and his fist connected with my cheek. The pain was excruciating and I squealed. 

“Your little friends will be dealt with soon enough!” He bellowed. He punched me two more times, causing me to spit out blood from the cut on my lip. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed a revolver, pressing it against my forehead. My neck tilted back from the force of the cold metal and I felt woozy.

“Your a filthy little w***e, your going to pay with your life for what you did” he snarled.