The Abduction

Elisabetta's eyes fluttered open wildly then groggily taking in the dark shape looming over her and her heart skipped.

Before she could scream or be made to run, a hand clamped down on her mouth and with the speed of lightning she was yanked from her bed.

Her legs flailed wildly as she was dragged across the floor, her nightgown twisting around her legs and her hair blinding her eyes

The intruders moved with precision, their footsteps muffled by the thunderstorm raging outside.

Elisabetta's heart raced as she was pulled through the darkness her eyes strained to see her abductors.

The hand over her mouth tightened, making it hard for her to breathe.

Suddenly, she was pushed outside like a ragged doll into the blazing rain.

The cold water soaked through her nightgown, plastering it to her body and making her shiver.

The men dragged her across the wet earth, the mud sucking at her bare feet as she struggled with them.

Elisabetta's mind raced, her thoughts stained with fear.

The thunder boomed above, and the rain worsened, drenching her hair and face.

Blinded by the downpour, she stumbled, her knees crashing onto the wet ground sending tiny sparks of pain through her body.

A red gag was forced into her mouth, silencing her screams, and leaving muffled noises behind.

As the men stepped back, a figure emerged from the shadows, tall and approaching with very few steps.

He stood before her, his features illuminated by a flash of lightning, he gazed down at her with an unreadable expression.

He struck a pose as his eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and Elisabetta's heart trembled with fear.

When he spoke, his voice was low, rich, and menacing at the same time.

His words were lost in the storm. He gestured to one of his men, who produced a small bag.

Elisabetta's eyes widened as he pulled out a photograph, his eyes glinting in the dim light and it seemed like he was jeering at her.

The picture was of her, taken at a family gathering. Elisabetta's mind raced as his eyes locked onto hers,

She struggled feebly with the men whose powerful hands held her down.

There wasn't much she could do but whimper, there was no need to scream as the gag had been forced into her mouth and tight securely behind her neck.

The night was pitch black but she could make out the image of exquisite cars lined up in the lawns destroying the almost perfect carpet grass.

Fate was the only thing who would help her as tears began to roll down her eyes.

Then as if he was the devil himself was about striking a bargain with her, he squatted before her.

"Looks familiar isn't it you?" He said referring to the photo one of the men was holding.

She struggled again feebly and earned a kick from one of the men

"non spezzarle il corpo, ne avrà bisogno presto per intrattenermi." ( Don't break her body,she will need it to entertain me soon.")

He said one of the men holding up his palm to stop him.

He had a deep Italian accent when he spoke, she didn't understand Italian perfectly and wished she took it seriously when she was very little.

She winced as pain shot through her body and more tears flooded down her cheeks.

"Elisabetta Maria Conti." He said in a deep baritone voice and stood up slowly.

She raised her head, a glint of surprise danced in her eyes and he smiled when he saw it.

"I know that you might be surprised to see me." Then he stopped, cracked his knuckles, and laughed.

" Forgive my manners, on a normal day my men and I are supposed to knock ." He smiled.

"Mama trained us well but you see it's raining and we didn't come with any umbrellas so that is the reason why we came in that way. "

Fear clawed at her chest as she stared at this stranger before her.

She was shivering from the cold and also from the unspeakable things he might do to her if she proved stubborn.

Her wrist hurts from being tied so hard and a tiny sob shook her body.

She saw him staring at her and she looked away quickly

His features were invisible and the only thing she could do to help herself was probably not to look into his dark eyes.

"Accept my condolences for the death of your parents." He said again, surprising her.

"Mr and Mrs Conti were nice people, especially your father but he was an asshole."

She wriggled at the mention of her father's name and he called him an asshole.

He stared down at her again, as he saw the shock in her eyes.

"Do you want to say anything?" He asked mockingly.

He signaled to one of his men who quickly and forcefully removed the gag from her mouth.

"Yes, what do you want to say?"He asked, placing his ears a few inches from her face.

"My father is not an asshole. "It was the only thing she managed to say before choking back on her tears.

Then if he is not an asshole, he is probably a dumbass, if not he couldn't have stolen from me and owe me that much, he was a fool even in the grave. "

The insult was getting too much and she couldn't take it any longer.

With the last strength she had, she threw her head backward and spat on his face.

He straightened as one of the men quickly passed a handkerchief to him, using it, he whipped his face slowly taking all his time.

Then he tossed it behind him, he made to turn around then as quickly as he had turned, his hands flew and tore a sharp slap on her face that sent her reeling backward.

"La puttana."(Bitch)

He spat and held her chin, his long nails digging into her face.

She could feel a little drop of blood running down her jaw.

"If I were you I would be as obedient as a puppy. "

Then he pushed her away and adjusted his suit.

He was thinking she would be like every other woman, quiet and submissive but now he was boiling with so much hate and anger.

He would teach her to be submissive.

He glanced behind him to see her squirming under his gaze.

That's good, that's what he loves.

Seeing them shiver.

He quickly took a gun from one of his men's hostels and pointed it to her, pressing the trigger when one of his men spoke up.

"Hai dimenticato l'accordo"

( You forgot the agreement)