~~SAMANTHA~~
A wave of nausea crashed over me, a sudden, unwelcome surge that threatened to overwhelm. I blinked, trying to focus, to anchor myself to something real.
My head throbbed, a dull, persistent ache that echoed with every pulse. I was lying on a bed, the sheets tangled around me. Sunlight streamed through a nearby window, and I could feel a cold aura within the room. The room was unfamiliar—cold and dim, despite the slivers of sunlight breaking through.
I tried to sit up, but my muscles protested, weak and unresponsive. The world tilted again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the urge to succumb once more to the darkness.
Where was I? How have I gotten here? The questions echoed in my mind, not remembering how I passed out. The questions remained unanswered as I struggled to regain control of my body.
"Are you awake?" I heard a thick voice from the side, and that made me jerk up immediately despite the pain. 'The cold aura?' I pondered as I saw his backside.
"Here, drink this," he said, walking toward me with a cup of tea.
"And why should I take anything from you?" I slapped it away from his hand and stepped backwards in fear.
'What business did my father do with this man? Why am I in his custody? I don't want to be here!' I was sweating profusely and couldn't find the right word to attack him, even though I was known for my sharp mouth.
I knew what he was capable of. "What have you done to my father?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
"I am trying to help him avoid that," Luca said.
'And that is a reason for kidnapping?' I thought.
"How are you going to do that? Sell my organ or force me into prostitution? Please—let me go. Please—take me to my father."
"You're still wearing that?" he said, glancing at the bloodstained dress. "There's something else on the dresser. Use it."
I furrowed my eyebrows confusedly.
"I know you can hear me!" I yelled, but he kept ignoring me, and then his steps didn't stop as he closed the space between us.
"Don't touch me, don't you dare!" I yelled, but that doesn't seem to work. I got angrier as he got closer to me.
"Samantha," he called with a lot of warmth in his voice, but I didn't care because the only thing I could see was a dangerous man trying to have his way with me.
"Get away from me, you monster!" I shifted backwards angrily, but he just smirked.
"I got you something to eat. You haven't been feeding since yesterday; you look haggard. Come here," Luca said, motioning me to come closer, but I looked at him like he was some crazy man.
Does he think I've forgotten what he did? How could he kidnap me and act like it's nothing?
"Are you out of your mind?" I asked angrily.
"Yes, so eat while I'm being nice…. Be a good girl," he replied and turned his back on me.
'Being nice? Is he going to kill me if he loses it?' I mulled in my head as I stared at the tray. A butter knife sat beside the food.
My fingers trembled as they slid across the metal. My heart pounded. Do it now.
He turned his back.
I lunged—
But before I could even scream, he twisted around, his hand gripping my wrist like steel.
The knife clattered to the floor.
"I told you to be a good girl," he muttered coldly, sending chills down my spine.
'I failed! I'm done!' I widened my eyes in shock.
How could I even think of that? It's over!