Page 12 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
“Now, move,” the voice ordered, pushing me forward.
I stumbled but didn’t fall. “Where are you taking me?”
“Shut the fuck up,” said the other voice.
My brow furrowed, and my face contorted into a frown. “Rude,” I murmured softly.
They led me out of the room, and the moment the door slammed shut behind me, I dared open my eyes. At first, my vision was blurry, but after a few seconds, my eyes adapted to the dim light that flickered in the hallway.
I looked around. Two hefty men flanked me, both dressed in black outfits that highlighted their muscular build. One had his hand on my shoulder, heavy enough to slow me down.
The hallway resembled an underground tunnel with blood-stained walls and flickering dim lights. Empty cages lined both sides of the corridor, each containing chains and shackles.
What the hell was this place, a dungeon?
My spirit nearly leapt out of my body when an animal suddenly barked, lunging at the bars of its cage. I flinched, letting out a loud yelp as I jumped back from the attack. Instinctively, I turned toward the cage on my left, my eyebrows raising at the sight of three massive hounds snarling and baring their teeth.
Two had their demonic eyes cast on me, like predators observing their prey. Behind them was the third hound, black as the night with a pair of scary red eyes. At first glance, I thought it was fuckin’ wolf—an alpha. It lurked in the shadows, crouched before a plate of raw meat, blood smeared over its mouth.
“Cooperate, and the boss might consider not making you their next meal,” one of the men said, while the other laughed, that cold, eerie kind that sent shivers down your spine.
I swallowed hard, heart hammering in my chest.
Soon after, we reached the elevator and they forced me inside. As we went up, I lowered my head, wondering what awaited me on the upper floor.
Whoever my jailer was, he was obviously more dangerous than I thought. The man had a fuckin’ dungeon where he kepthis prisoners. Not to mention the three huge hounds he fed with his victim’s flesh.
What the hell did I get myself into?
Still think pissing him off with your pesky display of bravery is a good idea?that voice of fear whispered in my head.We could end up as dog food.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing another hallway that extended before us. The sleek walls were decorated with paintings and portraits, and the marble floor was polished to a shine, enough to reflect our images.
Above, a chandelier that likely cost more than my entire annual income hung from the ceiling, its warm glow lighting up the space. Judging by the elegance of the hallway, it was obvious this was a mansion.
The two men led me to a room, and while one of them towered over me like a prison guard, the other opened the door. Inside was a stunning view that made my eyebrows rise subtly.
One of them unsheathed a blade, and my eyes widened in fear. I was already flinching back when, instead of striking, he slipped behind me and cut the zip ties that held me bound.
I winced, rubbing life into my wrists in an attempt to soothe the pain, my eyes shifting from their mean faces to the room’s sleek interior.
There was a massive bed with cream sheets and pillows that screamed luxury. A golden chandelier cast a warm glow over the room, adding to the ambience of the space. Sleek, modern furniture was placed at strategic locations with an 80-inch flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
The fireplace crackled with flames that warmed the room as the aroma of lavender and fresh flowers drifted through the air. An animated show played on the TV, but the silly sounds barely affected the tense atmosphere.
While I was busy looking around, drinking in the view and wondering why I’d been brought here, a woman walked inside. She was dressed in a maid’s uniform—a distinctive black and white outfit. Her shoes were almost silent against the floor as she glided over to the bedside table, holding a tray in her hands.
Was this the boss’s room, my jailer? Why did they bring me here? What was I doing in his room?
Wait a minute.
My heart sank to my stomach, pulse racing as crazy thoughts flooded my mind all at once.
Did they bring me here so he’d…? Hell no! I’d rather die than let that son of a bitch have his way with me.
My eyes darted toward the tray the maid had just set on the table. I waited until she stepped outside, and that’s when I sprang into motion. Before the men could catch up, I picked up the whole tray and hurled it at them. The hot soup spilled onto their clothes as the plates shattered on the floor.
Their faces reddened. “That’s it, you’re done,” one of them growled.
