Abducted?

Isadora

"H-how did you get that?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes flashed dangerously at me, "This is my house and I know everything that goes on in my house."

I tried to swallow around the lump that had formed in my throat, but it only added to the growing mass.

"Please," I whispered, "Don't do this."

Georgio let out a delighted laughter, "I've been trying to get you to beg for ages. Who knew it would finally be this easy, hunh?"

"You think you could go behind our backs and plan a future far away from us?" She hissed, "After everything we've done for you, taking you in after your father's death, feeding and clothing you for years, you still planned to disregard us in this way?"

They had turned me into a full time slave and kept me under their thumbs, raining abuse on me for years. I didn't owe them anything, but saying it would only get me in trouble.

"I'm sorry. Just give me the letter. It's mine. I worked fair and square for it."

"If you want it, get on your knees and beg like the dog that you are," my stepmother's voice could have frozen over the Antarctic ocean.

Even though everything inside me rebelled against humiliating myself for their entertainment, I knew that I really had no choice. All my hard work, hopes and dreams lay in my step family's hand and I had no choice to submit to them.

I dropped to my knees, hands curled into fists at my side, "Is this what you want? I've done it now. Give me my letter now."

"And why would I do that?" She laughed.

"I worked hard for it, it's mine," I gritted out.

"Oh really?" She shrugged, "Fine then, you can have it."

I watched in horror as Giuliana grabbed the letter by two sides and then ripped it right down the middle. I jumped to my feet, leaping toward her to stop her from doing worse, but Georgio's hand wrapped around my neck and slammed me into the wall.

"Let me go, you bastard," I screamed, flailing around to escape his hold, but it was useless. I could do nothing but stare as all my hopes and dreams were ripped into unfixable pieces.

Tears ran down my eyes freely and this time around, I couldn't even bring myself to care that they were seeing me cry.

"Oh look mother," My stepbrother grinned, "Isa dry eyes is finally showing some emotions."

"I hate you, and I'm going to kill you for doing this!" I spat, "I promise."

Giuliana stepped forward and grabbed my chin with her long, sharp nails, "You are nothing. You will always be nothing and you will amount to nothing. You will die an insignificant death like your father, and the best part is that I'll never even get to know about it."

Then she shifted aside, "Take her out. He's waiting for her."

I wanted to fight and scream and cause a scene, but I didn't even have it in me to do more than put one foot in front of the other as my stepbrother marched me down the hallway and the stairs leading to the living room.

"If only you had taken my offer, you wouldn't be in this mess right now," Georgio whispered into my ear, "My bed would have been much more merciful than Dimitri's."

If I had to choose between the two men, I'd choose a bullet straight to my forehead. My throat felt too tight to say the words though, and my soul was exhausted. He continued to drag me roughly till we walked out of the front doors of the house.

"Where are you taking me to?" I croaked.

It was only then that I noticed a black SUV idling at the curb, and a tall, suited, blonde haired man standing in front of it. A shiver moved through me as I met his glacial blue eyes, and I instantly knew that they were the eyes of a killer and this was the man who had purchased me.

Terror made my limbs freeze and I couldn't take another step.

"Bring her," he said impatiently, eyes dragging down my body. When they met mine again, I could see nothing but cruelty in them.

I was moving from frying pan to the deepest level of hell. As I stared at Dimitri Romanov, I knew that there was nothing left for me but misery and a pitiful death.

My eyes registered the gun held losely in the hand of the man at his side. My legs managed to obey the instruction from my brain and Georgio continued to yank me forward till I was right in front of the Russian Devil.

His mouth curled up into a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "we are going to have a lot of fun together, kitten."

"Go to hell!" I roared and planted the toe of my shoe into the groin of the man at his side. As the man buckled in pain, I grabbed his gun and fired, satisfied when I saw a pool of blood begin to grow on his shoulder.

"You bitch!" Dimitri cried.

The gun was suddenly knocked out of my hand, and I knew that I had lost my chance to kill Dimitri. My only choice now was to run. Spinning around, I jumped into action, my legs pumping beneath me as I ran as fast as I could, ignoring the shouts from the men behind me.

A bullet whizzed past me, but I continued running, knowing that if they caught me, I was dead meat.

Just as I turned the corner, a hand shot out from the dark alley way and covered my mouth, and suddenly I was pulled into a dark alley way.

"Stay quiet," a dark voice growled into my ear, and a man's body pressed me into the wall.

I raised my knee to him in the balls, when I felt something sharp prick my neck. My head began to spin and my tongue felt too heavy for my mouth.

And then the world went dark.