Chapter 07 "Between Desire and Desperation"

Elena narrating

After being blindfolded by the men in black, I was put in the car without being able to see where I was being taken. They took all my personal belongings and hid them somewhere unknown. I was completely confused and scared. I tried to cry, but it seemed like the tears wouldn't come out at all. I was desperate, wanting to scream, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. The chance of me getting out of there was minimal, practically one in a million. I had no idea what plans the meticulous mobster Damon had for me.

Meanwhile, Damon had passed out, and I couldn't understand why this guy was doing all this to me. Gradually, I began to realize that he was a true ogre. The way the leader of the group spoke to him at the clinic made it clear that he was a mobster, a gangster, or something like that. My God, how did I get involved with someone like him?

The week was about to start, and I knew Marcos would notice my absence at the clinic. He was my colleague, someone who entered my life suddenly but showed extreme kindness. However, I knew he wouldn't be able to find me. I was completely at the mercy of these criminals.

I felt completely powerless, trapped with this madman. Damon had a true army of security guards at his disposal. I was thrown into a cold cell, treated like a criminal. I felt terrible, and my only reaction was to cry incessantly until I couldn't bear it anymore.

I wished to escape. I hated Damon with every fiber of my being and longed, from the depths of my heart, for him to die and for his injuries to worsen significantly. The anger I felt was overwhelming, it didn't fit inside me. Normally, I didn't act like this, but I despised the day Damon crossed my path.

It was hard to describe him. He was extremely tall and robust, his presence made me completely nervous. He could make me tremble with just a look. His eyes were blue like the sea, like the sky, I'm not sure. I just know they were cold, deep, carrying an inexplicable sadness. His black hair added an irresistibly seductive air to his appearance. He was demanding, dominant, intimidating, and above all, I hated him.

"Calm down, Elena. Everything will be fine. You will get out of here alive and well, you'll see. Try to calm down." I repeated to myself unconsciously, trying to stay calm and avoid an anxiety attack. I used to have these attacks frequently, and now it was almost impossible to control them.

Several men watched over me in an unfamiliar place to me, since I couldn't see the path we took. Damon was sick. He was a criminal. I had saved his life, and this was the gratitude I received. From what I understood, he did this because he was afraid I would report him to the police or something. But I wouldn't do any of that. I just wanted to stay away from him and this world of crime and mafia.

Sometimes, I simply can't understand why my life had to be like this. Since I was a child, I have faced difficulties. First, I spent my life in an orphanage, and then I devoted my time to pursuing perfection to become the best doctor I could be. At least in that, I succeeded. I always tried to do good, and always sought to be kind, believing that I could change the world through kindness. But in reality, kindness only seems to harm me.

I was feeling a profound emotion of hopelessness and frustration. All my life, I fought to overcome obstacles and help others, but it seems that

in the end, it only brought me more pain. I was raised with the hope that if I were good, things would work out. However, life has shown me that it's not always the case.

Looking at the situation I was in, I realized that nothing seemed to matter.

"Have something to eat, dear." A woman, seemingly in her fifties, came with a plate of food with fruits, bread, and juice. "You'll get dehydrated like this."

"No, thank you," I replied between tears.

I could ask her for help, but I didn't want to endanger her. I knew that maybe she needed this job and had no other alternative, and if she helped me, they would kill her. So, I decided not to say anything. She knew I was trapped, and yet she wouldn't lift a finger to help me.

Damon hadn't shown up since the last time I saw him; he was still unconscious. Son of a bitch. The maid left here, leaving the plate of food by my side. I looked at it and pushed it aside. I had no appetite whatsoever; my stomach was just churning.

I couldn't eat; I only thought about how I would survive all of this. If I could go back in time...

I fell asleep. And even in my dreams, he appeared to tease me.

*Damon ran his hand underneath my body and slowly lowered it with his mouth traversing every corner of it. He looked at me with those intimidating eyes and said I was going to be his no matter what.

*My gaze met his, and I couldn't seem to breathe. His skin brushed against mine in an inexplicably delicious way, his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him, my heart was beating a thousand beats a second. I felt a strong thrust and screamed, his member filling every space inside me.

I woke up in a jolt, my heart racing. What the hell kind of dream was this? My body trembled and I felt goose bumps, as if every part of me wanted that dream to come true. The way he was touching me... This is insane! How can I be having erotic dreams about a man who is holding me prisoner? I felt myself going crazy, struggling to calm my mind, but the images from the dream persisted, stubbornly staying alive in my mind.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching. I thought it was him, entering the cold room, imposing his threatening presence. My heart raced even more, and fear ran through every fiber of my being. I was trapped in a waking nightmare, not knowing what awaited me next.