105- Where am I?

Isabella

I’m scared. Why do you ask. Because I’m constantly surrounded by darkness. A joke if you will because lets face it. Who could ever be scared of the darkness. Well, I am. Being surrounded by a constant nightmare that I can’t seem to ever wake up from has me scared shitless.

Men. Four large men. Men who I’ve met before now surround me by shadows. Four sets of twin eyes always on me. One set blue while the other set green. Eyes like Lucus and Grant yet totally not. Each of their voices laced like silk yet gruff and harsh like that of a lumberjack man.

Dominance rolling over each of them as they expect me to comply. “Isabella. Darling. Sweet girl. Princess.” Each word piercing me like a dagger to my heart as they whisper sweet nothings to me. Their touch light as they take turns caressing my body.

Feeling like a dwarf in comparison to each of them makes me feel inferior. Their bodies built like a tank while their arms continue to hold and caress me.

On the verge of puking, I realize that they repulse me. My skin crawling each time in disgust as their touch leaves me feeling grimy. Dread weighing heavily upon my body as pain greets my skin.

Resisting and fighting is all I can do. A small piece of me remembering what Tony had told me. Tony. Biting my lip, I try not to cry. Knowing that they wouldn’t be happy if they saw me crying for another man. Each of them stronger than me that each time I struggled only had them tightening their hold upon my body.

All forms of fighting now gone from within me as I scream from the pain. Jolting awake, I gasp. My body dripping in a cold sweat.  Just a dream. Just an awful, awful dream. With each of their faces blurry and each voice haunting it takes me a good solid minute to register my surroundings.

Blinking, I try to figure out exactly where I am. Already knowing that I wasn’t back home, nor was I inside my own bedroom where I felt warm and safe. No. Neither of these were familiar to me.

With soft amber lighting now filling the room from a lamp within I instantly notice soft white sheets and a dusty pink duvet cover on what appeared to be a Queen size bed. A similar size to what I currently used back home.

My eyes now on the room as I take it at face value. High vaulted ceilings and minimal furniture made me think that nobody stayed there until now.

Now glancing further into the room do I notice a lonely white dresser that stood opposite of the bed as well as a tv. In a corner of the room, I see a mirror that looks out of place and what appeared to be dark color flooring, but you probably wouldn’t be able to tell just by looking at it with a god awful white rug covering it.

Wincing at how ugly it was do I move to see a white door. A door that I’m sure led me into a bathroom. Dusty pink curtains lay covering what appear to be windows, but I wouldn’t be sure without moving to look.

Still focused on the windows I eventually move to see another white door. My breath hitching now within my throat as I catch the sight of three large gold color locks. Each one locked by a fingerprint scanner. Great. Bet there locked too.

Rolling my eyes do I instantly notice a small but round black circle that hovered within a corner by the door. My heart racing as I move to look closer. A tiny red dot now blinking slowly at me.

A camera. A fucking camera.

Flipping them the bird do I attempt to remember what happened to me. The events now leading me to where I was before passing out and waking up here.

Well… more like knocked out than actually passing out. Attempting to make sense of it within my mind does my head begin to throb. Rubbing my temple with my fingers do I try to ease the tension that was building.

Voices now ringing within my ears as I pause. Panic now crawling at my skin as a few stray tears begin to fall from my eyes.

The voices that were once a constant nightmare now a full on reality. Each man looking so familiar to me yet totally different in not only their voices but their appearance as well. But even with the slight change in their voices were they the only ones that I could recognize from each of them in general.

My mind instantly back on Tony. The thought of him being shot and covered in blood now sends another wave of emotions now sailing through me as I try to pull it together before my kidnappers arrive.

My fiancés. My crazy ass handsome men. Tony’s words ringing louder and clearer with each passing second as I sit there and wonder if each of them would be looking for me. If they would rescue me from these people. Or would they leave me to fend for myself.

Please God, Please. Please let them find me. And please let Tony be okay too. I need him to be fine. To be safe and alive. Please God.

Begging to the heavens and those willing to listen to my prayers do I move to wipe my eyes dry. Now trying to get myself together before my captives showed up and started asking me questions. Questions I did not want to answer if I could help it.

Get it together Isabella. Lucus and the others trained you to be better than this. Not to be some weak pathetic little girl who can’t protect herself until help arrives.

Looking towards my lap do I suddenly notice that I’m no longer within my white floral sundress and ballet flats but in black leggings and a white button down top.

Somebody changed me. Not sure how I feel about that. At least it’s not skimpy lingerie like what my men like to dress me in. Peaking past the white shirt do I quickly notice that my bra had been changed to.

No longer the white lacy bra from this morning but instead a dusty pink rose color bra. Shivering at the thought of someone other than my men seeing my breast do I move to untangle my body from within the covers of the bed.

My limbs aching as I notice soft damp hair that has been braided without my knowledge or of the pink fuzzy socks that now sat upon my feet as I move to stand up. No. None of that mattered. What mattered to me the most was the pair of silver bracelets with thick large chains that I’ve never once seen, now resting upon my body.

The cuffs tight with no room to wiggle them as I attempt to slide them off. My eyes noticing zero clasps but what appeared to be some tiny hole that looked like it fit some kind of small key.

Great. Another problem to deal with.

Inspecting each cuff, I can’t help but notice tiny rectangular plates that sat directly upon each cuff. Twin set of initials now resting upon each one as they do. The initials A.A.M and L.V.S.

Um… who the fuck was A.A.M and L.V.S?

Surely they didn’t expect me to know who they were. But maybe, just maybe my father had spoken of them once or twice while in my presence and I just didn’t pay attention to it but no matter how hard I tried to recall each initial nothing seemed to come to mind.

Groaning now in frustration, I decide to explore the room a tad more. My body still weak as my limbs feel like led as I attempt to gather my bearings. Deciding on inspecting the lone white dresser do I move towards it first. My eyes scanning each drawer only to see multiple lace bras and lace panties as well as casual tank tops and casual leggings. The drawers filled with enough clothes to last me a few weeks without doing laundry because if I was being honest I hated doing the laundry.

It's why we had maids.

Feeling remorseful for what I was lacking do I move to find a fancy looking remote as well as water bottles and snacks.

Rolling my eyes, I turn my attention back towards the bed. My eyes now catching that of a nightstand, something I missed during my first initial walk through of the room only to see that it was filled to the top with loose leaf paper, coloring books and any and all kinds of art supplies that anyone could possibly need to entertain oneself while there.

Annoyed again, I move to walk across the room instead. A large variety of books soon greet my vision as I do. Books such as thrillers to romance to even crime novels along with a few selections of cookbooks. Having been secretly learning how to cook from Lucus’s mother, I had wanted to feel useful in something, so I decided on cooking.

So then, how did they know that I magically liked cooking?

Now feeling completely violated in terms of privacy do I move towards the bathroom instead. My hand moving to flip on the lights only to pause. Gorgeous white and gold marble decorate almost everything within sight. From flooring to walls to even the counters I began to feel like I stepped into some swanky high end hotel room instead of an ordinary bathroom.

Ignoring the rest of the bathroom do I move towards another set of large doors only to notice that they lead into a massive walk-in closet. The closet currently decked out in everything a girl could ever want or need.

Everything from dresses to fancy formal wear to even shoes of every color. There was even a section for accessories and jewelry. Another shelf soon greets my gaze and instantly I pause, the sight of feminine hygiene products such as pads to toiletries to even makeup and perfumes all sat neatly upon the shelf untouched.

Spotting the pads do I instantly smirk. Ha. Jokes on you asshole. Currently on birth control I opted for an IUD instead of the pill. Knowing that pills only worked as long as you remained constant in taking them, so I went for the implant. An implant that also made my periods almost non existing to the point they stopped coming all together.

Not even Lucus or my other men knew about the implant, but I assume they would soon since they each wanted a child with me and that was all part of our contract.

Still smirking to myself, I decide on freshening up a bit before returning to my room. My hands grabbing a few products from upon the shelf before moving about my business. My eyes instantly landing upon my neck once standing at the sink. A glare now rising as I move to inspect my reflection. Four large bruises now marked my skin.

Hickeys? Are you fucking kidding me?

Growling at my reflection do I move to storm out. Already pissed that they had given me fresh bruises. Bruises that I did not ask for, nor the fact that they had the nerve to change me without consent. Even going as far as to remove the jewelry from around my neck that my men had given me that held a small tracking device inside, now deemed untraceable do I march my way back into the spacious bedroom.

Pausing upon entering the room do my eyes instantly take in the form of four large men.  Each standing in fancy three piece suits as they each stare at their phones. Unaware of my presence if only for a second.