Page 14 of Forced By the Bratva King
My heart was racing, and I was already starting to sweat under this stupid dress. With a gentle twist over the knob, I pulled the door, and it began to creak, revealing a dark hallway. I almost smiled when a sense of achievement crept into my heart.
Told ya.
I really needed to start listening to that voice more often.
My shoulders yanked up as I squinted my eyes while gently pulling on the creaking door as though my actions would make it creak less noisily. At long last, the space between the door and its frame was enough to accommodate my figure; I stepped out in silence.
One of the perks of being slender was that I could pass through tiny spaces.
Now what?I asked myself, hoping that voice would direct me again but it was radio silent in my head.Great. Now, you leave.
The hallway was dark, with flickering lights in the ceiling that momentarily flashed glimpses of the empty corridor. It looked like one of those haunted hallways in a horror movie, and that gave me the creeps.
I swallowed hard and contemplated going back into the room—at least it was bright in there. But no, I had already passed the first stage. Onto the next one.
You got this, I encouraged myself.It’s just like bypassing a series framework. You can do it.
With a sharp exhale, I summoned the courage and took the first step forward, then the second and the third, until I found myself at the center of the hallway, tiptoeing my way to God-knows-where.
As I moved with silent footsteps through the hallway of the shadow of death, I feared the evil that lurked in the dark. I saw glimpses of some portraits hanging on the walls on both sides, but I didn’t have the luxury of pausing to examine them more closely.
After a short while in the hallway, I stepped out, and I saw the living room downstairs. It was still dark, but the dim light from the moon outside filtered into the luxurious space. I rushed to the curved staircase against the discomfort of the dress that wouldn’t let me run. It was in situations like this that a pair of jeans always came in handy.
I walked down the steps and got to the living room that exuded wealth and comfort. The fine furniture and every other thing in the space were all strategically arranged to reflect the status of the owner. It was simple but classy. For a second, I paused to admire the grand setting of my captor’s living room. However, I was quick to snap out of it. I needed to find a way outof this dark mansion; that was the mission, and I couldn’t afford any type of distraction, no matter how beautiful.
Hold on a second, I thought to myself.Where’s everyone? It’s a fucking mansion, but I don’t see a soul. The man from the alley wasn’t alone, so even if he’s asleep, why is there no one else trying to stop me? This is too simple.
Something was off about this. I could feel it, but that wouldn’t stop me from trying to escape.
I wandered the living room for a few more seconds before finally finding a door. Before that, I’d checked the windows, but they were all locked.
Now, standing in front of this door, I wondered where it would lead if I were lucky enough that it wasn’t locked. As I pondered on that, I heard footsteps approaching from behind, and I almost jumped out of my skin. Quickly, I grabbed the door handle, but after a couple of twists, I realized that I had run out of luck; the damn thing was locked.
The footsteps, slow and menacing, drew closer by the second, each click against the floor crippling my legs.
“Oh, God, no,” I muttered, struggling with the door handle, my hands shaking as they slipped against the cool metal.
“You’re wasting your time,” the creepy figure in the shadows behind me said, halting in his tracks. “There’s no way in hell you’re getting out of here.”
I trembled at his voice, shutting my eyes at the gravity of his words, and with immediate effect, I stopped struggling. There was a dryness in my throat that made it difficult to swallow any spittle, but I managed to push down the lump as I slowly turned in his direction.
It was somewhat dark, but the glow from the moon captured his face as he stepped closer to me. I had forgotten what an attractive man he was, and he was even hotter tonight.He stood before me, stripped from the waist upwards, with a pair of black pants on, also barefoot.
His dark, hollow eyes revealed no emotions as he towered over me, his imposing masculine build catching my eyes like a magnet.
I was right when I thought back at the club that his body would be covered in ink; it was. The tattoo painted his skin like a tight shirt, and my God, he was so hot.
He grabbed me by the waist, and I suddenly became breathless and defenseless at his touch. His cologne filled the air around us, and his eyes wouldn’t shift off of mine.
I stared back at him, my mind wondering what exactly had me crippled, his touch or the fear of the darkness I saw in his eyes?
Our bodies collided, his bare skin brushing against the fabrics of my tight dress.
He’d captured me with his threatening masculinity and attractiveness. How could someone so handsome be so evil and cruel at the same time? Truly, looks were deceiving.
He gently brushed the back of his fingers over my face, and I struggled to stay composed despite the shock coursing through my trembling body.
It was difficult to breathe in such close proximity to him, and my heart was pounding in my chest like it was about to give out.