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9- Oh Sweet Mother of Mercy

Isabella

Darkness. Pure sweet darkness is the first thing I see when I slowly take in my surroundings.

My body feeling like I haven’t moved it in days and my eyes all but heavy. Feeling as if I’ve drunk a whole bottle of Gin and I’m completely hungover. A throbbing that can only be felt from deep inside my head. Unable to handle the pain or the pressure I attempt to move my hands only to be stopped by the sound of metal and a pressure to my wrists. What the? Pulling again I realize there’s no slack to them. Fuck, Cuffs.

Taking a few deep breaths I try to open my eyes again, hoping to at least see where I was. My eyes still heavy as darkness tries to consume me yet again. Ignoring the need to sleep I try to focus on my other senses.

Attempting to wiggle, I all but try to gage my position knowing I’m atleast laying down. Maybe on a bed? Wiggling again, I try to feel for my joints, my muscles feeling like I hadn’t moved in a couple of days. “Ugh,” I moan. Trying the ankles first I’m all but greeted by the same restrictive pressure as my wrists. Huffing in anger I narrow my eyes. Great, simply great, I think sarcastically.

Shaking my head gently I try to relieve the pressure that was building, my head still feeling groggy as my eyes begin to burn, matching the same sensation as my wrists from all the constant pulling I was doing.

Ugh!, I think. Where the fuck am I? What happened to me? I ponder trying to give my body time to adjust only for my eyes to finally snap open.

“Oh. Sweet. Mother. Of. Mercy!” I whisper. The events from the night before all but come rushing back to me. Like a dam. I was at the club with Angel and Caleb. Those men… No, those Greek-like Gods. They told me I was theirs. That I was their fiancee. That they owned me because of my father. And then, darkness. I couldn't remember anything after that.

As the sudden realization begins to hit me, I begin to breathe a little heavier, my heart racing. Pulling at my restraints like a mad woman. My thoughts running to that of my friends. Are my friends okay? Do my parents know? Realizing that they won’t budge I begin to feel more exhausted, my eyes closing once more. Not like I have anywhere else to be I guess.

Drifting in and out of sleep a few times, the surface in which I lay on feels soft. Like a cloud. Then comes a warmth, like something was giving me a hug. And had circumstances been different I would have all but asked them where I could get a mattress like this for my room back home. Home. Feeling tears rise at the thought of never seeing my parents again I fail to realize that my head was now resting on a soft fluffy pillow.

Feeling my nose begin to leak I all but move my head slightly, brushing my nose against my arm. A faint scent of lavender lingering along my body. A scent made for calming, like being in a field of lilacs on a warm spring day. Consumed by the fragrance, the pressure from inside my head all but begins to fade, easing the pain from behind my eyes as well.

Working up the courage I all but try to open up my eyes once more. A soft amber glow illuminating the room as I did. Using that as an advantage pointe, I move to take that time to take in my surroundings. My eyes taking in the tone of the room. The room decorated in earth base tones, colors such as browns, greens, reds and creams with tiny hints of gold accents.

Realizing that the room was a little to rich for me I move to look to the right of me, a fireplace with a built in mantel all but meeting me gaze, bookshelves lining the wall on either side all but filled with books, lots and lots of books. Two extra-large sofa’s move to sit next to them with cute little accent pillows along with a lush white carpet to help fill in the space. A large table in the middle. While two glowing lamps sit on either side of the sofas to help complete the look.

Pleased with what I saw I move to strain my neck, following the wall as far as I could only to notice deep burgundy curtains that also just happened to match the pillows on the couch. Cute, I muse.

Angling my head yet again, I now move to face the front of the room. A big wooden dresser in the same deep wood tones as the bed all but sat a beautiful crystal vase that looked to hold about a dozen or so roses. Red Roses to be exact. A 75 inch flat screen tv all but flushed against the wall before noticing two very large doors, both closed on either side of the tv, one in which I hoped led to a bathroom while the other to a closet.

Closing my eyes I all but gather my thoughts attempting to catch my breath as I did, not yet catch what’s hanging directly above me until it’s all too late. My eyes finally noticing a huge fucking mirror once I move to look upward. Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. ME?

FUCK!

Groaning, I all but take this time to notice my appearance. Covered by a simple sheet and matching duvet. My face all but soft against the color while my hair laid neatly tucked behind me. The restraints I now notice are a thick brown leather cuff which are all but connected to the posts of the bed. Each cuff holding my wrists as close together as possible but not close enough to touch as they now lay above my head.

Groaning again, I all but miss the fact that I’m almost completely naked. For if it weren’t for the sheets, one would be able to see that all I had on me was a bra as well as a pair of panties, my legs bare as they slowly rub against the sheets. My legs still restrained by the same thick leather material.

Why? Why me? Why did my father have to go and sell me off? And to make matters worse I’m practically naked, all while being bound to a bed in an unfamiliar setting. Unsure of time or of how long I had been there, one thing definetly comes to mind and that is to get the fuck out of there. No way was I planning to stay there, especially with a bunch of psychotic men.

Groaning for a third time, I all but curse my father for being so far into debt, while cursing him for reaching out to the D’Amico family and asking them for help. While lastly cursing D’Amico for asking for my hand in marriage.

At the steady realization of how my life was moving, tears begin to escape from my eyes, rolling down my face as they did. For as much as I needed to stay strong, I knew that I couldn’t afford to admit my fears. I was scared. No petrified. Feeling lost and alone and not knowing where I was, was all but scary.

Glancing towards my reflection once again, I all but silently cry, tears of frustration beginning to take over, as I began to pull at my restraints once more. Pulling and Pulling until I couldn't pull anymore. The sound of clanking against wood as they hold.

“UHHH” I scream, exhaustion seeping in once again, my body breathing heavily as my ankles and wrists become sore. My energy all but gone and my eyes now red from all the crying. My eyes all but closing as I allow myself to drift back off to sleep, where then, maybe with a little luck, this will have all been a bad dream and I’ll be back home where I’m safe and sound within my own bed. Surrounded by people who love me.

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