Chapter 2: The Mafia Man

The sharp rocks pierced my feet with every step that I took and although it hurt badly, I didn't think to stop for a second.

'I have to get out of here.’ I chanted severally in my head whenever I felt like giving up from the pain and fear of navigatiing through this narrow tunnel.

A secret passageway my father showed me when he was still my father.

I'm very sure he would never expect that I would remember such a detail after so many years and was trapped in.

‘That's probably why he didnt chase after me.’ I said to myself as I haven't heard any steps behind me since I started running.

Fatigue began to eat at my very unhealthy and unfit body after running for several minutes.

The internal war within me git intense as a huge part of me leaned towards the thought of just giving up.

'where am I running to?’

‘'Does this cave actually lead to outside?’

‘how do I survive without any money or knowledge of the outside world.’

'can I really escape my father who had informants everywhere?’

‘Do I really want to run for the rest of my life?’

All these thoughts immediately ceased as a little white light evaded my vision. I could smell the air from where I was.

Now powered by hope, I picked up my speed with a smile on my face at the thought of freedom.

‘The light truly is at the end of the tunnel.’ I thought to myself in joy as I saw the light from where I was.

My joy was however short-lived as immediately I got to the end, I heard a voice.

“Get her”. A voice roared from a distance andit felt like someone poured cold water on medue to the fear that enveloped me coupled with disappointment.

I didn't run all this way just go captured again.

Without thinking, I started to run again, in the opposite direction from where I heard the voice.

I didn't even care whether they were referring to me or not, I ran.

With every stretch of my legs came a pain too great to just be as a result if running too much, but I ignored it.

Running and looking back, I had taken only a few steps when I hit something.

Something that turned out to be someone as soon as my brain registered that it was actually a chest I hit, and not a wall.

Slowly, I raised my head up to see the most beautiful human being I had ever seen.

His hair was perfectly black and silky, his eyes the colour of the ocean, and the whole structure of his face, felt like it took extra time to create him and for a second I was jealous.

Jealous that I was as plain as plain could get.

The noise from the men who were running after me from a distance, woke me up from the trance I was in, and I immediately took to my heels, only to be grabbed by the beautiful man.

Grabbed not in any way gentle but lifted off the floor by my shirt.

I gasped in shock and looked back at him. Now being able to see him eye to eye, he didn't look attractive anymore but seemed like a demon instead.

His eyes were void if any emotion and the smile on his lips were that of a predator that had found its prey.

My while world froze as I slowly came into the realization that I may have left one prison for another.

“Hello brown eyes.” He greeted like he was exchanging pleasantries but I have seen too many psychos to know that he definitely was one.

If there was one thing I gained from my father's house, it was how to decipher how to approach people based on their expressions but with this man, I could not tell so I did the only thing I could.

I begged.

“Please. Please have mercy.” I choked out as he let me down, his iron grib still at my cooler, making it hard for mmpe to breathe.

“What exactly are you begging for? You don't even know who I am.” He states as he smirks again, tilting his head.

“P-please don't hurt me. Have mercy on me and let me g-go”. I stuttered as I spoke, from the fear that gripped me as soon as he stopped smiling and became serious all of a sudden and stared far ahead, which made me notice that the men who were running after me had stopped a little distance away from us.

Before I could react, I was hoisted up by the man, and carried like a sack of potatoes. I screamed, kicked, begged, and cried but he didn't budge.

It felt like I was chained also because I could not move much, and that just intensified my fear.

If he's this strong, he can kill me bhjust holding me tighter.

“Stay still or I'll kill you”. His rough voice came like a command, and sounded like he meant it.

He looked like he wanted to kill me from the second I bumped into him so did not doubt him for a second.

Even when I saw that he took me in exact direction that I ran from with all my strength, I didn't dare say a word and just cried.

I was exhausted, I felt betrayed by the world.

It felt like I was the most hated being on planet earth and all I wanted tibdk was scream at how unfair it was but I didn't dare.

I had convinced myself that I was not scared if death and that living like this was useless and that it would be better if I died but now that I was threatened with my life, I didn't dare loose.

It severely hurt my heart to admit that, I wanted to live just as much as I wanted to die.