113- Please, Don’t Leave Me!

Isabella

The dark room.

A name that makes me shiver just at the thought of it. Luca moving to drag me slowly behind him. His hold over me tight. Like that of an iron grip. Not bad for a man who was pushing 65.

Moving to lead me down a flight of stairs do I instantly see a thick metal door. A door like one would see at a bank. A door meant to protect a vault. Dark amber lighting our only source of light as we walk along the cement halls.

The smell of rotten flesh now greeting my senses as I try not to gag. Holy hell. That shit reeked badly. Remind me to never complain about anything like this again.

Luca still dragging me even as we pass by several large doors. Doors made of large dark oak with equally large metal latches to them. My eyes spotting more and more hallways all similar to that of a labyrinth.

The sound of chains echoing along the corridors of the halls instantly make my skin crawl. The sound of what appears to be women screaming and crying makes my heart rate quicken. My mind wondering what they would do to me.

Before long, we finally manage to approach the last and final hallway. A door being the only door in what appeared to be a small alcove of some kind now greeting my eyes.

The door clearly decked out in advanced metal locks while painted in the color black as well. Luca moving to touch a small control panel along the wall without so much as letting go of me to do so.

His palm still pressed against the panel as it moves to scan his hand followed by his eye before vanishing from once it came. My thoughts instantly on Tony and how he would find this all fascinated. Like something you would see in a James Bond movie.

Still silently gawking do I move to speak up.

“Where in the world are we going? Are we going to Hogwarts? Or to the Lost City of Atlantis? Oh, I know. Maybe we’re going to Terabithia? That’s got to be it.”

Arching an eye to me silently does Luca try to hide his amusement as he moves to roll his eyes, the door clicking open as it does. The door swinging open as we continue to stand there waiting.

“You forgot the magic word” I mutter under my breath before I move to stand my ground. Attempting to fight him for all he’s worth.

“For the love of God Isabella. Can you please, just this once shut your damn mouth? God, your just like your mother it’s uncanny.”

Unsure if I heard him correctly does Luca move to drag me inside. The room dark. Like pitch dark. The only source of light to be seen was the light coming from the hallway. Luca quick to drag me towards a chair. A chair that instantly brought back memories from when I had my little glitter fight with Lucus, My mind now racing at what this room could possibly be.

A sensory deprivation room.

A room much similar to the what Lucus and the others had placed me in for a while before leaving me unattended for a total of 5 days. 5 days I was without light or sound. Only left with my thoughts. Thoughts that almost made me go crazy.

Not wanting to go through that again do I move to fight back. My body now fighting to get free even as Luca moves to guide me over towards the chair. His hands forcing me to sit as he moves to unlock my wrists.

Hoping to shove him away do I move to push against him. A part of me almost succeeding only for him to shove me right back down. His movement quick as he shackles me down within the chair before my mind could even process what it was that he was doing to me.

The weight of his body against mine making it hard as he now pushes against my legs, preventing me from kicking him.

“Please” I beg. Still attempting to wrestle free as harsh iron cuffs begin to clamp down and around my wrists. “Please don’t do this. I beg you. Please.”

My heart now racing as I try not to panic. My eyes searching for Luca’s within the poorly lit room. A piece of me wondering if this man truly not care about me. His own granddaughter. The one who he would spoil like a princess.

“Please… Grandfather! I beg you. If you truly love me then please… let me go”

With fresh tears now falling from within my eyes do I instantly hear him sigh. His lips meters from my ear as he moves to whisper softly to me.

“I’m so… so sorry moon star. I truly am, but I can’t”

Now placing his lips against my head do I suddenly feel tears. Almost like he was regretting his choice. Moving to stand back up does he move to leave. Only pausing long enough as if he still wanted to say something before continuing towards the door.

“GRANDFATHER!”

Quick to call out to him do I try to get him to stop. To not leave me stranded here within the darkness.

“Pappous (Grandfather)! Please! Don’t leave me!”

Unable to stop the tears from falling do I hear the sound of a door being shut. Officially alone within the dark room of my prison with only my thoughts as I sobbed.

“Please… Come back. Pappous (Grandfather). I’m scared, please.”

Now thrashing against my bindings do I slowly move to accept my fate. Panic rising to seize all of me as I fight for my freedom. The room filled with nothing but darkness. No light. No sound. Just me and the vast growing panic now rising to take control of me. My body quick to pass out when things began to become to much for me to handle.

Many hours later…

Lost to the peace that fills my body and mind am I instantly jolted awake. A sharp biting cold now attacking my skin like tiny, tiny needles. What? Why am I fucking wet?

“Bloody fucking hell!” I scream, my eyes now searching for who it was that threw the water at me only to freeze in terror.

Lucia and Antonio.

“Time to wake up, sweet girl.”

With eyes now trained on both of them do I try not to show any signs of weakness. Neither of them deserving to know how I felt as I continue to sit before both of them. Suddenly aware that the room was no longer drenched in darkness.

Huh?

Searching the room do I move to see a couple of lights scattered along the room. My body still tied to the chair that was surprisingly black along with black iron cuffs around my wrists. My wrists now tinted a faint purple from where the cuffs had pinched against my skin because of how tight they were.

The room as well the walls, floor and ceiling also drenched in the color black. Sheesh, talk about a black fetish. Kinda depressing if you ask me. Still searching the room do my eyes now land on a tiny silver floor drain. My eyes now wide as I do.

Fuck.

Quick to thrash against my chair do I move to ignore every ounce of burning now rushing along my body. Strong hands now coming to rest along my shoulders before pressing them firmly as Lucia moves to stand directly behind me. His voice low as his warm hot breath hits my exposed neck.

“Scared?”

Yelping at the sudden contact does Antonio move to speak up next.

“Easy love, easy”

With eyes on mine does Lucia move to pet me like a damn cat. His attempt at soothing me apparently working as I slowly steady my breathing if only to calm myself back down. Antonio now sitting directly in front of me all while perched upon a small black stool. His large legs now spread wide until our knees were almost touching one another.

His large, calloused hands now resting along my thighs as Lucia continues to stand behind me. Hands still on my shoulders as he does. Neither one saying a single word as they continue to touch me without consent.

Gritting my teeth do I move to growl out. “Get. Off. Me. NOW”

My voice now sounding hoarse from all the yelling and screaming I had been doing prior to them arriving. Neither one listening to me even as they continue to touch me.

“Awe. Your so cute when your angry” coos Lucia as he continues to pet me like a cat.  “Almost like a feral cat when touched.”

Feral cat huh? Maybe this cat might just claw out your eyes and rip off your fucking balls once free.

Pleased with my little savage plan at freedom do I realize that by ripping off each of their balls that neither would be able to procreate. Perfect.

Suddenly pulled from my inner thoughts by a pair of lips against my cheek do I soon realize that Lucia was kissing me as Antonio moves to offer me water. Water in which I accept greedily as I move to gulp it down.

“Oh sweet girl. We have many, many things to catch up on, don’t we Lucia?”

“Nah. No thanks. I’m totally fine with the whole not talking thing right now but you too go ahead. You both go be psychos elsewhere and leave me the fuck alone.”

Pausing at my words do both move to chuckle. Both soon laughing as Lucia moves to grab something small and silver before returning. My eyes soon realizing what it was that he grabbed as he moves to dangle it dangerously close to me.

A scalpel.

“You make it sound like were giving you a choice in the matter little girl”

Gulping, I try not to show any weakness.

“Sirs… what… what do you plan to do with that?”

Moving to now hand Antonio the scalpel does Antonio move to twirl it around casually within his hand. Both considering my words as they watch me with amusement.

“Oh sweet Isabella. You will always be ours. Have been since the day you were born. Unfortunately we had to wait for you to grow up and now that you have we can finally have you the way we want to.”

Continuing to twirl the scalpel do our eyes finally meet. Annoyance now written along my face as I do.

“You all keep saying that, yet here I am, not understanding it one bit. There’s no way I can be each of yours. I must be mistaken for someone else.”

Chuckling darkly does Lucia move to answer this time around.

“Oh but you are sweet girl. And we’ll tell you everything there is to know. But first… Antonio here has a present for you.”

Afraid of what he meant by that do I suddenly feel the plunge to my leg. The scalpel from Antonio’s hand now embedded deep into my fucking leg. Seering hot pain now radiating along my body as I scream. Antonio quick to remove it as warm hot blood begins to pool towards the floor.

“That sweet girl… was for trying to escape us.”

“FUCKING HELL! ARE YOU CRAZY!” I cry. Blood still oozing from where he stabbed me.

Yep. Definitely scratching out their fucking eyes and ripping off their balls. I might even borrow that scalpel and use it on them as payback.

“Mmm…your absolutely beautiful when covered in blood” purrs Lucia, admiring my new battle wound as Antonio continues to hold the scalpel even as I glare daggers at him.

“Now, now. No need for that. It’s story time so pay attention sweetheart. Now then, where to begin? Oh I know.”

Grinning like a cheshire cat does Antonio move to begin his story.