Trapped: 3

[siriusvega]

When I opened my eyes, I was in darkness. My eyes were covered with a cool, dark cloth and my ankles and wrists were restrained. The familiarity of the cloth over my eyes caused a small whimper of terror to escape my lips and I tried unsuccessfully to tug my wrists free and flee. A small and all too familiar chuckle sounded above me and I froze, my muscles locking in sheer horror. "Stop moving, you'll only serve to hurt yourself." his voice murmured. I swallowed hard, my heart beating like a hummingbirds wings as his voice assaulted my head. "Good girl." the voice drawled. I bit down hard on my lip until the harsh metallic tang of copper hit my tongue as I willed myself not to cry. "Hmm. You're very obedient now. You weren't in the beginning. You had a sharp tongue." His voice had moved now, and I was surprised and scared at just how silently he moved. I did not hear the rustle of clothing nor the sound of his shoes scraping the floor, or even his breathing. He was silent, deadly. And I was firmly in his control. When I finally plucked up the courage to speak, my voice shook and was barely above a whisper, "W-What do you want from me?" I asked, I was absolutely terrified. No doubt about that. He was silent for a few moments, before answering, "You have remarkable strength. And character. But despite this strength and character, you were too weak to be of any real use to me. And so, I had you brought here. So you could be melted down and re molded into someone stronger. I need someone with your character, but of a stronger nature. I can see your pain and know just how well you have responded to this treatment. You have now become exactly what I needed you to become. Last time we spoke you cried. You were terrified of me and you were furious with yourself. That was when I new my goal was near to completion. Until that point you had been quick witted, answering my questions with sharp, sarcastic remarks that in all could not be left unpunished. Hence the fractured ribs. I didn't bring you here to cause pain and misery. Not for your entire duration at least. You have to understand that to make you stronger sacrifices have had to have be made on your part." he replied at last. I was silent and still as I tried to process his words. "Sacrifices have had to have been made on my part." I echoed, disbelief colouring my voice. "Yes." He replied, clearly unaware of my disbelief, or simply choosing to ignore it. "You call being brought here, being beaten almost daily, having my freedom taken away from me, not being able to see my family, being kept solitary and alone with my thoughts in order to torture myself with the fear of when you were next going to show up and hurt me a sacrifice?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger, hysteria and fear. I was angry, so I spoke, yet I feared his response to my negative reaction. Instead of his fists, however, I received a quiet, almost soothing response, "I understand the anger you must be feeling, and no doubt hatred towards me, but until the process is complete, you will never truly appreciate and see all that has been done for you." he replied. “Well, if that is the case, at least explain to me why I'm here. Explain to me why I need to be stronger. What is the purpose of all this?!" My voice rang around the room for several long moments, and I was surprised at the clarity and strength of my own voice. "You have grown much stronger in these few minutes." He said finally, his voice almost approving, and despite my predicament I was pleased he approved. "Are you going to explain anything to me?" I asked quietly, I was growing weary of this cat and mouse game. He had all the answers whilst I was running around in circles frantically searching for them. “Eventually," he murmured, "Just be patient." I sighed, and I was growing inquisitive as to what my captor looked like. I had never laid eyes on his face. He was always an unknown as I was usually blindfolded before he entered. “Can I at least see what you look like?" I asked. He responded almost immediately "Now why would you want to know that?" He asked, his voice amused but with an underlying tone of suspicion. "Well, it's hard to trust someone’s judgement when you don't even know what they look like. I've been here nine weeks. Throughout this time you have beaten me and spoken to me and now explained to me vaguely why. I don't see why I should listen to someone who remains faceless." I replied curtly. "That is indeed correct." He murmured. "You are quick. Either that or just very logical." He mused. “I can see I made the correct decision in choosing you. Clearly you may not be so stupid as to get yourself killed." He seemed to be speaking more to himself rather than to me but still I was confused, "Alright. You can have the privilage of seeing me." He replied briskly and yanked the blindfold from my face. I was startled at the harshness of the lights and blinked a few times before settling my gaze onto the man before me. I struggled for a few moments to comprehend what I was seeing. Dark hair. Intelligent blue-grey eyes. White skin. Slender and yet strongly built. He was attractive, despite everything he had done to me, he was still attractive. Shock and surprise must have been evident on my face because his elegant lips quirked upwards into a small smile. “What?” he asked, as I continued to stare. I couldn’t believe it. “What is your name?” I asked. The man grinned, “You'll learn that in time.” He replied smoothly. Suddenly I found myself hating this man. I hated the power he had over me. I hated that he was good looking. I hated that he had ensnared me so easily. I hated that he knew things I did not. I hated him for being able to keep me in the dark. I hated everything about him, and yet, despite all this hatred for this unknown man, the person I hated and despised the most at this point was, in fact, myself. I hated that I was weak. I hated that I had given in. I hated that I was powerless. I hated everything about myself. I just wanted to leave this place and never return. I wanted to leave, forget everything. Including who i was. I wanted to start over.I wanted to go home, yet wanted to remember nothing. "Are you going to explain to me now what you want me for?" I asked impatiently. His blue eyes flicked over to me sharply. "I need a partner." He said simply. I blinked in startled confusion, Partner? Please don't say this lunatic wants to make me his girlfriend or something. I furrowed my eyebrows together and worried my lip with my teeth, "What do you mean by 'partner'?" I asked quietly. He laughed quietly before responding, "No need to look so worried. I'm not completely insane. I didn't bring you here to have you as a sexual partner. I need a partner in business. Preferably a female one. People generally trust a woman" He leant over me and grinned, "Espescially one as vulnerable looking as you." I was even more confused, "Business partner?" I asked stupidly. "Yes." He replied in amusement. "I need someone like you. You aren't strong enough yet. But you will be in time. You're innocent looking. Some would call you pure. You're slender, and look as if a slight breeze would knock you over. No one would suspect you to be in league with me." I looked at him in frustration and I didn't care about my attributes I just wanted to know what this business was. "Business?" I asked with a sigh. "What business?" The man smiled darkly before answering and my pulse spiked in sudden fear, "Why, the mafia of course."

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For a few moments I just stared with my jaw slack. Then I just started laughing. And I couldn't stop. It was so absurd. There was absolutely no way.... The Mafia.... I glanced over at the man once more. His expression was stormy and my laughter soon tailed off. "You're kidding, right?" I asked nervously. "Does this look like I'm kidding?!" He snarled before pulling a gun from his back trouser pocket. I froze instinctively at the sight and remained silent, my eyes riveted on the weapon curruntly being brandished at me. "You think I'm kidding?" He snapped angrily, "After everything that has happened to you, you believe I'm fooling around?" My throat dried up as I eyed the gun warily, "Please. Put the gun away. I believe you." I gasped. He glared at me furiously once more and to my relief he thrust the gun back into his pocket and I relaxed visibly. "Why me?" I murmured. "Out of everyone you could have chosen. Why did you pick me?" He sighed and rubbed his palm over his face warily, "We've been through this." He mumbled. "I need an innocent looking woman. Someone who looks fragile. You fit the bill. Plus, everyone else we picked up, well, they didn't last as long as you. They'd given in within the first few weeks. I didn't want someone weak. You are a remarkably strong woman to have lasted so long under this treatment." I let his words wash over me and I suddenly felt an emotion well up inside me that I hadn't felt for months. Hope. This man was offering me a new life. To make myself a stronger person. But I would sacrifice myself as I knew it. I would become cold blooded. The idea thrilled me and I nodded before closing my eyes. "Alright." I said quietly and opening my eyes and looking at the man with my jaw set. "I'll become your partner." The man chuckled, evidently pleased. "Welcome to the mafia sweetheart." He said darkly. "Training will start tomorrow." He stated briskly before releasing me from my restraints and making towards the door. He stopped before turning back to face me, "I'm pleased with your decision. You will become a powerful ally." he said before leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sighed and I only prayed that God would find a way to forgive what I would soon become. There would be no going back now, and let's face it. I always knew there never would be.