Chapter 4: New Prison

The room was cold, extremely cold, due to a lack of amenities and a huge open window.

It was literally a dungeon disguised as a room.

There was no bed, no curtains, a disgusting bathroom and dirty colored walls.

As sad as it was, I began to wish I didn't run, I wish I had stayed inside and just endured the beating because this was too much.

My whole body was bruised and battered but there was no way to treat it. I searched around the room,dragging my body with the remaining strength I had left but could not find any first aid kit.

“Pathetic. Utterly pathetic.” I said to myself as a deranged laugh left me. It was either that laugh or deep wailing.

Resigning to fate, I just lay on cold floor waiting for my body to succumb to its injuries sndfir my heart to give up from the pain.

Then I heard a creak, signalling the door opening, and a woman entered.

The look on her face almost made shiver from shame.

It was one of disgust, at the room, and at my state.

I wasn't shocked through because I had an idea if what I looked like.

“Hello miss. I'm here to clean your wounds.” She stated in a very calm but firm manner, and all I could respond with was a nod.

Walking up to me, she bent down and raised my head forcefully to look at my face. Her expression was that of anger.

Although I thought about why she would be angry, I understood that the sight of me elicited hatred and anger everywhere.

“You're filthy”. She stated, putting in gloves and I almost rolled my eyes.

I obviously hadn't noticed that I was filthy.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” She stated, hoisting me up with one arm. Her strength shocking me, because it took her nothing to raise me up like I was paper.

“Thank you.” I managed to mutter out, feeling true gratitude at her help to raise me up.

“Don't. I'm not helping you.” She stated in a firm tone. It was one that solidified my analysis of her.

She is calm but not to be messed with.

Nodding, I let her pull me out of the room, down a pathway that looked like where demons were kept.

It was dark and I could hear some cries and yells of agony. The sounds causing goosebumps to scatter themselves on my skin.

The woman remained indifferent, like it was something she saw everyday.

After 21 steps, we were out of the darkness, I counted in case I may need that information. Bring extreme calculative is one of the the talents I had to possess to survive till now.

A shocked gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it, immediately we entered through a door. It was like we entered into magic land, everything was extremely beautiful.

The room was huge and filled with the perfect colours. Who knew gold and black would work so well for a parlor.

The lady could not help but slightly smirk at my astonishment but didn't stop for a second.

“Walk faster, you're not supposed to be out of that room.” She said lovely, almost whispering and I immediately came back to my senses, remembering where exactly I was, and his I got here.

Taking the first turn to the left, we entered a room that was as pretty as the rest of the house but I tried not to admire it, so that I do not desire it and become even more miserable than I already was.

“That door to the left is the bathroom. Help yourself and be out in 5 ,inuted. I don't care how you count it, be as fast as you possibly can.” She ordered, walking away and closing the door.

As soon as the door closed, the first thing that came to my mind was to escape. My whole body tingled with anxiety at the thought but I was at least smart enough to know that I was currently not strong enough to escape.

With every drop of water that ran down my skin was a sharp pain that felt like needkesm except that the open wounds were itchy and it took me all will that I had to stop myself from scratching the open wounds.

“Do you want to die?!” I heard a hell as soon as I came out of the bathroom. I felt like a new human being with the change of clothes.

“I'm sorry Enzo.” The calm voice of the woman responded, only that this time it was shaky.

'It must be thd mafia man.’ I thought to myself as I began to fiddle. The man scared me more than anything.

I have been in the midst of killers and had been abused all my life so I should not be scared right? But I am.

Still in my thoughts the door bursts open, and the mafia man storms inside. I shook in fear as he walked towards me, already bracing myself for impact, but nothing came.

Instead, he grabbed my hands and dragged me out, not caring if I could match his pace or not, whether I was too wounded to move that fast or not.

So I just silently cried as he dragged me, the wounds from my kegs reopenin with the harsh treatment.

“Swallow those tears!” He yells and immediately slaps me. The force sending me back a few feet and making me land on my right hand that sounded like it also just dislocated.

“I-i'm sorry.” I managed to croak out, but he already walked towards the door and snapped his fingers.

Immediately people started moving things into the room: a flat bed, some curtains, and some people holding tools.

Confusion clouded me as I watched in silence, afraid that another word can land one more broken bone.

“I can't let my wife live in such a hard condition now, can I?”