kidnapped by my mafia fan

‘Mmm…’ Sarah moaned, pissed by the warm light hitting her skin. She

was exhausted. “5 more minutes…” she mumbled as she begged herself

“just five more minutes and then we’ll get up and get things done.” But

there is no more sleep for her now that her overly anxious planner side

was awake. She slowly opened her eyes, grumbling to herself as the

bright sun rays graced her vision. The first sight was a little blurry, she

had been so drunk last night and now her head was pounding. She

yawned, and rubbed her eyes, the second sight was unfamiliar. It didn’t

look like her hotel room or any of the ones she remembers from the

days before. She blinked a couple of times before analyzing the room. It

was large and elegantly decorated, the detail was too precise, not like a

hotel. If it were a hotel she’d have to break her bank to pay for such a

luxurious room. But if it wasn’t a hotel…….

The realization that she was at a random person’s house and

could possibly have been kidnaped hit her hard. She was quick to jump

out of the blankets and check herself. After confirming that she had not

been abused she hastily let out a breathe of relieve. Her heart rate

plummeted again, she was in Italy which was unchartered territory for

her and now she was at this house and didn’t know how to get back to

her friends. Why was she here? What if the home owner was a human

trafficker? What if they wanted her organs? No. she had to leave, right

away.

She looked around the room for her phone and the purse she

had last night. She couldn’t find either of them. “Never mind. Let’s

leave this place first. What was the hotel name? Muz…, lux? Ruz……….

Something. Damn I can’t remember? Why did I drink so much? Is the

door even open?” her mind was all over the place. Eventually she madeit to the door and upon pulling once it opened. She somewhat regained

some of her composure. It can’t be that bad if the doors are not closed

or tightly guarded. Staring at the long hallway extending on either sides

of her vision she chose to go right. She was panting, what if she got

caught? She still didn’t know how she had gotten here in the first place.

In her panicked state she tried to figure out her next move and

remember the events from the night before, simultaneously.

“Ruzzini Palace” her lips when ahead and blurted, at least now she

knew where to go from here all she had to do was get out. She had

walked for what felt like 20 minutes but she was still in that damned

hallway and for some reason she felt like she had walked past the exact

same spot three time by now.

In another corner of the mansion, a man looked down at the

security footage on his tablet with a face full of amusement. Being able

to get lost so much must be a skill on its own. Suddenly the little

woman in the video dropped her jacket to the ground and walked on. A

smile traced his lips. It seems the little woman had figured out that she

might be caught in a loop. At his time a wicked thought crossed his

mind. What if he had someone go over and pick up the jacket before

she gets back? She would be so confused walking through an endless

hallway. But that was just a thought. He didn’t wish to act on it, just

thought it would be funny. At this moment a man in a suit came up to

him and announced that breakfast was ready to be served.

“Well I guess its time to feed her now. She must be tired from all

that walking.” He said to himself. With that he left his sit and walked

into the house. Going straight towards the young lady who was just

about to pick up her jacket after figuring out that she was stuck in a loop

“Are you lost?” A husky voice sounded from behind her, slow

and deep, an extremely sexy voice. She’d have been simping right now

if not for the fact that she wasn’t sure what fate she would have and

this man could well be her abductor. The thought flashed through her

mind again and she felt her throat dry up. Without turning around she

replied in the most fearful voice ever, she did not even know that she

could sound so pitiful. “Yea it seems so. Hi. I don’t know how I got here”

Hearing what a scared little cat she sounded like the man couldn’t

help smirking. “I know how you got here. In my car, I brought you

here.” He said casually. She panicked, her eyes shut tight. This man was

indeed her abductor. What did he want? Money? Was he a human

trafficker? Would he murder her? Her mind was spiraling. Two seconds

felt like forever. She suddenly decided to negotiate for her head

because she wasn’t about to die in a foreign country and ruin her best

friend’s wedding.

Slowly she turned around, her hands glued to her face, covering her

eyes tightly. “Kind sir, I don’t know why you brought me here but I can

assure you that you have the wrong person. If you want money, trust

me, you are richer than me. Plus no one will pay a ransom for me, I

don’t have a family. I only have one kidney and my lungs are lousy so

cutting me up won’t do you any good either.”

At this point he was cracking up inside, he tried so hard to hold back

his laughter and to stay in character, “hmm. What if I don’t want

money? I never planned to cut you open.” He said somewhat

mysteriously. “What do you want then?” she asked anxiously her hands

still glued to her eyes she was getting really scared now. She didn’t like

how unbothered his tone was. It was like he’d done this before. Was he

a psychopath? With such a nice voice? What a shame.

“If you want me…....You… deserve better.” She said quite hesitantly.

“Look my eyes are closed and I can’t see you. I don’t know what you

look like or where I am. If you just blindfold me and drive me out of

here, we can pretend we never met. I won’t go to the police, I don’t

even know your name.” she was almost most pleading at this point.

Hearing the reason why she had her eyes closed, he could not hold

himself back and let a low chuckle escape his throat. To her it sounded

quite intimidating, although it was pleasing to the ears. Composing

himself once more he took a couple of steps towards her. He bent over

slightly and whispered into her ears “my name is Aldo Aicardi. I didn’t

think you would forget so soon, Sarah.”

“You know my name?”

“Of course. Ndolo Sarah Etoundi, 28 year old female, Cameroonian

national, former figure skater, studied at Harvard business school.

You’re here for your best friend’s wedding.” She almost fell to the

ground hearing a stranger calmly tell her own biography.