Chapter Three

Selena Lethal

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him, all this while, I thought Angel Roswell was at least 40 years and above, but the man who had come to me looked nothing short of 27 summers. The voice messages did no justice to his voice, though I was able to recognize it. He looked very young and extremely handsome, his name did justice to his physical looks, but his inner look, his name did no justice at all, he is supposed to be named Satan and not Angel, because that is what he is, a demon. Angel Roswell is the head of the Italian mafia bujambo, he is dangerous and ruthless, I can never imagine myself with him.

I was still sitting in the smelly room, tied up to a chair. My head was hurting badly, especially because he had punched me. I kept looking around and the only thing I could see, was blood, the place reeked of blood. I was disgusted and worried, my hands were tied and there was nothing I could do to escape.

Taking me out of my thoughts, was the creaking of the door being opened. A Buffy man walked in, I could see him because of the light that emanated from behind him. He approached me calmly and brought out a syringe from his pocket. "Не приближайся ко мне! (Don't come close to me!" I yelled in Russian. The man didn't stop and as soon as he stood before me, he extended the syringe over to my neck, I tried struggling to get free from his grip because he had held my arm because I was trying to fight him off. He was very strong but I was very smart, I sent a kick over to his penis and a loud yelp left his lips, he laid down on the floor holding onto it tightly but making sure to safeguard the syringe as though his life depended on it.

"I told you not to come close!" I said to him, he struggled to get up, he looked very angry.

"I'm going to wreck your face, you animal!" He said once he stood before me, he lifted an arm in another to slap me but a thunderous voice resonated through the room and he paused.

"What's going on here?" It was Angel, the man immediately stood upright and turned around to face Angel. I couldn't see him because the man's figure was blocking my sight. Though his scent filled the room and I felt a sort of peace come along with it.

"D...don! S...she was trying to fight me off!" The man said, his voice filled with immense fear, who could blame him, even my father feared Angel Roswell, and my father isn't the type to give in that easily.

"And you were trying to hit her?" Angel asked and the man nodded, I kept my head bowed low because the headache was slowly taking over my mind.

"She had kicked me my..." The man paused.

"Just get out! I'll take over from here, where is the syringe?" Angel asked, the man extended his arms while walking towards him, my head was still bowed low, I was very weak. I could hear the door being locked and the sound of a switch being flicked, the room suddenly lightened up and the stomping of feet was very audible, Angel was walking towards me and the smell of his perfume got stronger.

"Why did you hit him, baby?" He said, I felt so irritated so I raised my head to look into his eye. "I'm not your baby, you fucking bastard!" I yelled at him, and a smirk emerged on his face. His blue eyes lightened up and he moved his face closer to mine by bending lower.

"I told you last time, you'd have to start respecting me, I'm your future husband and I won't accept this sort of disrespect." He said, I couldn't help but laugh. He was obviously on some kind of drugs to be imagining me becoming his wife.

"I'm not your fiancée, you disgust me, Angel!" I said, he groaned, and I raised a brow.

"You know, I love the way my name rolls out of your mouth, it turns me on," He said very softly while gracing his thumbs across my lips, I pushed my head backward and he laughed. He seemed to be enjoying everything he was doing to me.

"My father will find me, and he'll make you pay," I said, he busted into a peal of loud laughter, I couldn't blame him though, my word was indeed stupid because he is my father's boss.

"You know, he already knows I have you, there's just nothing he can do." He said, he adjusted the syringe and was ready to inject it.

"What is that? Don't put it on me!" I said. He smiled.

"Don't worry baby girl, it won't hurt, one bit, okay?" He said, the calmness in his voice was killing me, he sounded so chill about everything that was happening.

"I'm not your baby, don't call me that!" I snapped at him.

"Yeah, you're right, you're my future wife, I can't wait to plan our wedding tomorrow." He said excitedly.

"There's going to be no wedding! Now untie me!" I yelled at him, he laughed and brought the syringe closer to my neck, I tried to move but he held my hair tightly.

"You're very rude, but I'll fix that once we are married." He said while carefully injecting the substance into my neck. I felt my head spinning around and my eyes slowly getting weak, I tried to gaze at him but I could see three of him.

"What did you inject into me? You bastard!" Words slurred out of my mouth as darkness slowly engulfed me. In my state, I could feel an arm holding onto me and the same perfume engulfing me. I could also feel my arms being untied, the injection was slowly taking effect and the last thing I heard was. "We are going to Italy, baby girl." I had heard him say before my mind and the earth slowly lost connection.