Trapped in the Underworld

If looks could kill, then I'd be six feet dead right now. He looked so deadly, like he wanted to end my life right there. But why didn't he do it? I gave him the opportunity to end my life, but he wasn't doing anything. Instead, he stared down at me with a look of hate. I stared back at him with the same hateful look. I'll stand my ground until I find Adriana. That's the only way I can give myself in.

"Where is my friend?" I asked. "If you want me to surrender, then you'll have to bring my friend to me. It's either that or you kill me, so choose."

I couldn't believe where all this courage was coming from. This was something I never expected. I felt so proud of myself for being able to stand my ground. The whole room went silent. I knew I had just wronged the mafia king, but I needed answers too regarding my friend. I needed to see Adriana.

He raised his hand like he wanted to slap me, and I closed my eyes tightly, ready to feel the impact of the hit, but it never came. I opened my eyes only to see his hand halfway to my face. I watched him with fear in my eyes. He was fuming badly. I just woke up the beast in him. He was so furious that his grey eyes were turning dark. I didn't know what to say or do. We stood in that position for what felt like forever.

We heard, "Kill her, Nicholas. She lacks some training," one of his visitors said. He never broke eye contact with me. The mafia king dropped his hand and said to the guard by the door, "Lock her up and teach her a lesson she will never forget." He ordered.

The fear set in all over again. There was this look of terror in my eyes. I'd never seen someone look so deadly as the mafia king. What had I just done? I should have listened to what he wanted to say, but instead, I riled him up.

I was dragged out of the room forcefully. I didn't fight off the guard. I allowed him to take me to wherever he was taking me. He handed me over to another guard, whom he gave some instructions that only they could hear. The other guards dragged me forcefully and took me in a different direction. It felt like I was going to hell. My body was already feeling the heat.

I was pushed into a room, and the next thing I felt was an excruciating pain all over my body. I felt a whip on my face. I fell to the floor. I groaned in pain. Then the next hit came, and that's how I allowed them to overpower me. I couldn't do anything. My body ached so badly. I didn't know for how long I was being beaten. All of a sudden, the room felt empty. I was all alone and in pain. I couldn't even scream because of how badly beaten I was. It was hard. It was so hard for me to breathe. All I did was cry hard. I cried so much.

The door got opened again. I dragged myself up. My eyes felt swollen. My lips were burst open from the beating. I stared at the door and saw the lady from earlier. She held a bowl in her hand.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"I came to clean your wounds," she said to me.

"You don't have to. It's fine," I said to her, turning my head.

She heaved a sigh. "Why are you so stubborn? I want to help you, and you're pushing me away."

I huffed. "I want to leave this place badly. This is the only thing on my mind. I want to leave this place together with my friend Adriana."

She walked closer to where I was. "Why are you being stubborn? You need to stop this act, or else you'll have to keep getting beaten."

I scoffed. "I don't care. Even if I have to die, I'll fight until my last breath."

"Stop saying things like this. You need to stop it already. This isn't something you should be joking with," she warned me.

I turned to stare at her with my good eye. "This is not a place for me. I can't live here. I can't."

"Who said we want to leave here? We don't have a choice too. We don't have any choice," she said to me sadly.

I shook my head. "I won't let them force me into believing that this is my new home. I have a life ahead of me out there. I want to be a doctor. I want to be able to have a profession."

"I can't be locked up here and walk around as a slave. I can't," I shook my head. "I can't "

"Who said we want to leave here? We don't have a choice too. We don't have any choice," she said to me sadly.

I shook my head. "I won't let them force me into believing that this is my new home. I have a life ahead of me out there. I want to be a doctor. I want to be able to have a profession."

"I can't be locked up here and walk around as a slave. I can't," I shook my head. "I can't."

She held my shoulder and said, "You need to understand that when you get into a place like this one, there is no going out."

I gritted my teeth. "I'll prove to you all that there is a way out. I'll be out of here before you know it."

She only stared at me and didn't say anything. She helped me wipe my wounds. It hurt like hell, but I bit down my lips hard to stop myself from wincing in pain.

"You look so badly beaten. I hate that you allowed yourself to get beaten," she said sadly.

"Why do you care? Why?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Because I do."

"Why are you here? I'm sure you have a story to tell," I said.

She smiled. "I have a lot to tell, but that will be next time."

"What if next time I'm dead?" I asked her.

She gave me a stern look and said, "You won't be dead. Don't get yourself killed. I thought you wanted to look for your friend?"