Chapter 4 3

With a mixture of feelings, I made my way to the restroom. I had the urge to sob for no apparent reason. I never wept! I questioned, "What is going on?" as I gazed into the mirror at my hazel eyes. They were stunning and undoubtedly my best asset.

My light brown hair, which had natural red streaks that highlighted my light brown eyes with orange and green undertones, matched my complexion.

Everyone assumed I wore contacts. They were primarily my father's eyes with hazel and green, but the hint of red/orange came from my mother. Her dark brown eyes appeared to conceal a little flame behind them. I could only recall that much about them.

Their eyes, which treated me as though I were the center of their universe, and their gentle, caring tones. I missed it.

"You are very pretty." I was brought back to a very frightening reality by a big man with a strong Italian accent who said it behind me. His hand covered my mouth before I could scream. Why was he in the lady's room?

"I wouldn't attempt to combat me. I would like to give this body a beating, but in a very different manner." His voice sent shivers of terror down my spine. He was at least twice my size and wrapped my tiny frame in his.

I gave him a nod to show I wouldn't challenge him, and tears rolled down my face. "Good! I'm going to have fun training you to be my perfect little whore." His tongue flicked out of his mouth and licked up my neck as he tilted my head to the side with his hand.

"Mmm, I can't wait to taste you." He pulled me out of the restroom and down a dark corridor until we reached the back alleyway. I knew it was the car when I saw the open back door of the black SUV. There was no way for me to escape this. My captor squeezed me between another man of steroid size who was already in the back seat.

As both men moved their legs against mine, my body slightly trembled. Each man placed a hand on one of my thighs and softly rubbed it up and down.

"I see why Capo wanted to keep her. She's so damn little. Tiny, but with lovely breasts and buttocks. You are perfectly proportioned." While discussing all the methods they wanted to use my body, both guys kept groping me. As my body trembled continuously, I wept silently. I was terrified of what they might really do to me, so my thoughts were blank.

The vehicle finally came to a halt after what seemed like twenty minutes. The guy who pulled me from the toilet snatched my hair and dragged me out of the vehicle. The searing pain in my scalp caused me to yell out, but I did not scream. Yelling would just make matters worse. I simply obeyed my intuition because I somehow knew it to be accurate. I was approached by another person.

The manner in which all the guys bowed to him indicated that he was, in a way, their superior. Did I just enter a dark underworld of crime? "This little thing is what will bring the Capo to his knees?" The man started laughing, and soon everyone else followed suit.

Why was I here?, What in the world was a Capo? I didn't dare ask any queries.

"He will protect her," another man said as I stood there silently weeping in fear in my gorgeous red dress and black heels.

"He can try, but he will fail. After that, my son, you will be Capo.

"Tie her up," he commanded, and I was overcome by another wave of terror.

"And don't fucking touch her! " I let out a breath after the guy in charge gave the order to chain me up. "We must keep her untouched until they are all dead, at least they won't rape or beat me. Once they are gone, you are free to share her as you like. I might even have a few rounds with this little body myself. The old man seized my waist and thrust himself upon me. Their eyes were filled with horrible ideas, and they were all laughing around me.

As the guard dragged me to the chains, all I could do was wish that the person they were after would somehow live. I needed them to survive so that I could as well.

I was led into a big house. We headed directly to a very tidy basement that had a strong smell of bleach. There was an actual cell with chains attached to the walls. What kind of bizarre situation had I just stepped into? The man secured cuffs around my wrists and then my ankles. His hands moved over my body with low sounds, and I noticed the noticeable bulge in his trousers.

"Your boss ordered you not to touch me," I said feebly, but I was proud to still have a bit of courage.

"Not yet, little girl, but soon. Tomorrow you'll belong to me, and every man in this house will have a piece of you," he replied, leaving with a menacing laugh. How could this even be happening? I was facing the terrifying prospect of being assaulted by massive, steroid-infused men. I exhaled deeply.

For now, I was okay, and I couldn't allow myself to dwell on what awaited me tomorrow. I just hoped that whatever scheme these wicked men had planned would backfire on them. I eased myself down the wall and slipped off my heels, rubbing my sore feet from being pulled around. I glanced down at my bracelet and felt tears welling up. Vincent had given it to me just two months ago for my birthday.

He had asked me never to take it off, and I had kept that promise. He was likely very worried about me or thinking I had simply walked away from him. I couldn't believe that the last thing I said to the only person I ever felt connected to was calling him an asshole. I truly loved him, even though I didn't know him well. He made me feel cherished, wanted, and desired. We definitely needed to talk about his possessiveness, but ultimately, I still wanted him. A part of me enjoyed that he claimed me as his own and kept an eye on me.

Whenever I went out, if Vincent wasn't available, it was usually Manuel or Isaac who accompanied me, sometimes even Franco. They quickly became my friends. I shed more tears, thinking I might never see any of them again. Franco could be a jerk, but I'd miss him too. We loved to prank him for always being so serious. We were college students just trying to enjoy ourselves.

All of us had demanding majors. Vincent and Franco were working towards becoming lawyers, Manuel and Isaac were studying economics, and I was pursuing medicine.

Now, it felt like I would never achieve anything.