107- Your Alive? How?

Third Person

Waking up the next morning does Isabella move to find herself restless and sad. Having been dreaming of her fiancés suddenly left her wanting them even more. Their presence a constant reminder to hold strong.

Antonio, Angelo, Vincent and Lucia each drop dead gorgeous as any woman would be lucky enough to have them. But as far as Isabella was concerned neither of them left her craving their touch. In fact, there mere presence was enough to send her skin crawling. Plus, all Isabella could feel was cold and empty inside which left her terrified of each of these men. Having kidnapped her just like Lucus, Grant, Tony and Alex had done prior, left a sour taste within her mouth to boot.

The men nothing but cold, cruel and calculated. Maybe even having a few screws loose too, but it was the way their eyes held that evil glint and not one that was playful was what frightened her the most.

Once realizing that it had been three days since her arrival to this strange new place and waking up to a strange new room did Isabella begin to miss her actual home, the one with Lucus and the others. Even though the room she had been placed in temporarily was considered cute and even comfortable as well, it was that lone fact that her windows had bars on the outside and a padlock on the inside made her feel unsafe. Even things within her room were either chained or bolted down.

Frowning, Isabella moves to reflect back on the first day she was there. Having taken all the pillows that she could find did she move to make a small pillow nest just below the window as she moves to read her books. Eventually falling asleep as she did.

When waking up later that day, she soon spotted a chaise lounger in place of her pillows. Of course, she had also been changed into something else later that night before magically being placed back within her bed, never sat right with her nor did she know how to feel about that either.

Violated if anything.

By the second day of her captivity, Isabella spent most of her time over by her desk. Silently doodling a portrait of Grant and his mesmerizing green eyes with paint pens she had found within her nightstand left her craving the real deal.

Having always been a fan of the arts even as a child did Isabella find herself enjoying the concept of painting and coloring. Allowing her to unleash her imagination and escape the outside world if only for a little bit.

Once done with her coloring and painting did Isabella decide on spending the evening watching a tv series on Netflix. Popping on the show, Love is Blind: UK she watched it until falling asleep.

Yet, if one thing always struck Isabella as odd it was the lack of visitations. Sure, she was alone most of the time but when the maids would bring her, her food they would always refuse to speak to her let alone look her in the eyes.

Just placing her food down before leaving the room. It even surprised her when Angelo, Antonio, Vincent and Lucia stopped coming to her room too. Not that she cared because they frightened her badly.

So, by the third day, Isabella was quick to hear the familiar clicks of her bedroom door before in walked two maids. One carrying in her breakfast while another moved to tidy up her room.

Two guards always present until the maids were done. One guard always near her while the other typically blocked the door and by block she meant stood off to the side of it.

Except for some strange reason, the guards who were within her room today weren’t focused on her but that of her maids which meant the door leading from her room was completely unsupervised meaning that if she played her cards right she could finally escape.

Peeking into the hallway does Isabella begin to put her plan into action. One that would probably get her into trouble but in that moment she knew she had to try, especially if it meant her freedom.

Carefully rising from her spot does Isabella move towards her food. Her hand moving to take a couple of bites of her fruit before panic sets in. Knowing that if she didn’t do it now she’d lose her opening shot. Something she couldn’t afford to happen to her.

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Isabella

Oh God. Oh God. I’m so fucking nervous that I feel like my hearts about to leap from my chest.

Feeling my heart begin to race do I move to grab my bowl. The one that was holding my fruit. A bowl that was made of porcelain which meant there was some good weight to it do I move to look at the guard.

The one closest to my bedroom door.

Biting my lip, I move to chuck the bowl directly towards the guards head. A low grunt soon sounding which meant I hit my mark, taking that second to bolt straight past the guard and out into the hallway.

The sound of crashing now reaching my ears as I run. Racing through the halls I don’t bother to stop nor stop to admire the view. My body in full blown survival mode as I continued to run.

Fuck. These hallways were massive. It’s like a fucking castle! And maybe it was too.

Still running like my life depended on it do I try not to stop. My body now skidding to a complete halt when a very familiar face now moves to greet me of all places. My heart stopping cold as my lungs hitch.

No.

Unable to process what it was that I was seeing do I fail to notice when another moves to approach me from behind. The said person in question moving to greet me and instantly I knew it was game over for me.

“Angel?”

Cocking her head does Angel move to smile that same smile that I’ve come to love since little. Still unaware of another who still stood mere inches behind me as my focus remained on Angel.

“Ang?”

Unable to process what I was seeing do I move to embrace her tightly. My arms and legs now wrapped around her like a koala bear as I move to jump onto her. Tears now falling as I cry.

“How? I thought you were dead. I saw Lucus shoot you. Caleb too”

Whimpering into her shoulder does Angel move to hold me. Her eyes locked with the one who standing behind me. Unspoken words now dancing between the two as they do. Almost as if they were deciding on what to do next.

Suddenly, as if remembering were I was, do I move to cut our visit short. My body now climbing off hers as I move to grab her hand with mine.

“We have to hurry. We need to get out of here. Before something bad happens to us.”

Tugging on her hand do I soon realize her reluctance to leave. Having been so focused on her that I don’t realize that another two people had managed to show up as well. My guards.

“Angel… Please….”

Attempting not to cry I continue to pull until I accidentally slip from her hand, my body now stumbling into another causing me to freeze. My gaze now moving towards the person in question only to see that of another familiar face.

“Caleb?”

Spinning to greet him do my eyes instantly spot that of my guards. Neither one happy about my little stunt in the room. Their arms folded as they move to stand behind Caleb as if blocking my path.

“Cal?”

Now shifting my focus between my two close friends, friends I thought were long since dead because of Lucus and Grant now standing before me without one caring bone, expressions muted do I continue to stand there in complete shock.

Their faces neutral as I begin putting the pieces together. Fear rising as I do.

“No… No…. No… No….” I cry, tears now rising yet again. “Please… Please… Tell me this isn’t true. That this is some kind of sick joke. That this isn’t real, please.”

Watching as their eyes fill with regret, soon tells me all I need to know. My once close friends now traitors. Neither willing to help me as Caleb moves to grab me.

My heart shattering as Caleb moves to spin me around. My gaze now locked on Angels as Caleb moves to twist one of my arms. Cool metal now moving to clasp around my wrist which instantly sends me into survival mode. Remembering all of my training from Alex do I move to roll my shoulder.

My body now spinning just enough for me to punch Caleb dead straight in the torso. His body doubling over as I move to tackle Angel. Ramming my body into hers I move to knock her on her ass. A look of shock now greeting mine as I take that moment to run.

“TAKE THAT BITCHES!”

Ready to run, I move to shift gear only for Angel to swing out her leg which trips me. My body now falling flat onto my face as Angel moves to pin me with hers. Her body much bigger than mine as she moves to straddle my hips. Caleb moving to restrain my arms as both work on cuffing my wrists.

Tears secretly falling as I attempt to fight them. The metal cuffs now securely around both of my wrists as Angel and Caleb move to haul me back up. Both moving to take me back to my glorified cage where once back I’m instantly thrown to my bed.

My guard now pinning me to the bed while Angel and Caleb both work on opening up a secret compartment within my bed. My eyes trying to see what it was they were doing, but due to limited movement I couldn’t see much.

Still pinned to the bed does my guard move to remove my cuffs. My body instantly being positioned differently upon the bed as I move to yell and scream. Attempting to kick and punch my way free as I’m slowly fastened to the bed. My body now in a familiar X pose as my arms wind up being secured to the headboard and my legs to the foot board of the bed.

Colorful words still leaving my mouth even as I continue to struggle within my bindings hoping to get free. Unaware of Angel as she moves to return securing a ball gag between my lips as she does. Caleb holding my head when I refused to open wide. My eyes silently spotting a huge, massive scar along the side of Angels head making me wonder how she ended up getting that.

Silently pleading I attempt to beg. Angel and Caleb both moving to kiss me gently before both move to leave my room. Neither saying one word to me as they do. Tears now falling for the millionth time over the course of three days and I couldn’t bring myself to stop them. Nor wanting to really.

My once close friends who were both equally alive were both secretly working for the Devil himself. And with so many unanswered questions now rising within me do I fail to see Lucia and Vincent who both move to enter my room.

Both holding a disappointing look to their face as they move to sit next to me upon the bed. My eyes now glaring at each of them as they tsk.

“Naughty, naughty little girl. Looks like we finally get to punish you for being such a naughty brat.”

Unable to speak I opt for just glaring. My defiance slowly dying as I feel it. An unrelenting pain now coursing through my body as if burning me from the inside out as I scream. My teeth now biting into the ball gag as the pain becomes unbearable. My body soon passing out when it becomes too powerful for me to handle.