Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

Life of a Captive

Slowly, the old man stood up from his seat and approached Ethan. He reached a hand and placed it

firmly on Ethan’s shoulder before leaning in to speak closer to Ethan.

“The price of her freedom might be expensive but I’m willing to pay it. Twice. From now on, let her

choose what and who she wants to be…” the old man whispered before he nodded his head firmly.

Ethan’s eyes stared deeply into the Boss’s eyes, and he was forced to understand why this old man

here was Jack’s best friend.

…

The growling sound of my stomach told me that a lot of time had passed since I last ate. It must have

been around a day now since I’ve been thrown in here. It was cold, I was sleepy, and I was feeling very

hungry. Am I going to die from starvation? My throat felt dry, and I was starting to feel dizzy. Maybe, I’m Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

going to die from dehydration first.

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal rubbing or hitting against metal and I quickly realized that it came

from right outside the door. Someone is here!

“Help please!” I screamed but my voice came out as a broken croak.

My throat was so dry that it hurts, and I couldn’t speak properly. I quickly scooted my body towards the

door and began banging my fists against the door. It wasn’t long before the door slowly opened. The

group of men that walked in wasn’t the help that I was eagerly waiting for but at least one of them was

carrying a tray of food and water.

“Still alive and well?” one of the men asked although it sounded like he couldn’t care less how I was.

Well, it might be bad for them if I died. I mean, how much would Hayden pay to have my corpse back

just so he could host a funeral for me?

Although I could still think, my body already felt quite weak, and I couldn’t speak too loudly. I decided

not to reply to them.

“Just give her the food and let’s leave. I don’t want to get into trouble with the boss…” another man said

with concern in his voice.

“Yeah, you’re right about that…” the man with the food tray approached me.

My body froze in fear as I tried to back away. The man looked at me with emotionless and empty eyes

before he bent down and placed the tray of food on the floor right in front of me.

“That’s it. Let’s go…” the man turned to say to his fellow men.

Wait! How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied?

“Wait…” I managed to whisper.

The man turned around, thankfully he heard me.

“My…hands…” I managed to croak out.

“Oh…we’re not allowed to untie you so…just do your best, My Lady…” the man said before smiling a

tight smile at me.

He can’t be serious…

I was too weak to beg or plead for any of their mercy and there was no guarantee that I would receive

any from them either. I still had many questions on my mind that I wanted to ask them, but I doubt that I

would get any answers. It would probably be better for me to save my energy. The men were out of the

warehouse just as suddenly as they had walked in and soon the door closed behind them and locked. I

looked down at the poor excuse for food in front of me and decided to start by drinking first. This is

going to be the first time that I eat without using my hands.

If dogs can do this, then I guess I can as well.

…

“Hello! I need to pee!” I yelled as loud as I could as I banged on the door with my hands.

Someone has to be outside or I’m going to pee right here. This is disaster, is there a toilet in here.

They’re not supposed to torture the hostage, right?

Suddenly, the door opened and the same man who had given me food slowly walked in. His face was

emotionless, but I decided to offer him a shy smile.

“Hi…Umm…can I go to the toilet, please?” I asked.

The man sighed before he approached me and yanked me to my feet. His grip on my upper arm was

tight and it did hurt. I wasn’t in a position to launch any complaints, though. At least, he was willing to

escort me to the toilet. Great.

…

Time passed by and help had not yet arrived. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed and because I

couldn’t see the world outside, I had completely lost sense of time. The lights in the warehouse were

always on so I had no idea if it was day or night. It remained cold without any change and that made

me feel sleepy most of the time. It took all of my effort just to keep my optimism intact. I had to believe

that help was coming, and I had to believe that it was coming soon. The more time passed by with no

signs of progress, the more impatient I became.

Hayden, where are you?

I slept on and off in short naps. Not knowing the time truly messed up my sleeping cycle. I probably

spent most of the time drifting in and out of sleep. My eyelids felt heavy, and my mind felt like it was in

a haze most of the time.

My eyes snapped opened and I instinctively moved away from the door when the door started opening

with a loud sound. A larger group of men strode in the warehouse, and I could sense that something

major was about to happen. Is help arriving soon?

I opened my mouth because I wanted to ask them what was going on but when I saw how heavily the

men were armed, my mouth automatically clamped shut. The men resembled a mini army that were

armed and ready to fight. I could see some men with really big guns so all of them were probably

armed in some way. Suddenly, the situation that I was in started to feel too real for me to take. I took in

a deep breath and held it as I started feeling nauseous from fear and stress.

--To be continued…