AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’ve experienced a fair share of fantasies of seeing Dante in the flesh. With the promise of getting what I had coming, the direction of those fantasies always left my guts twisting up. My imagination is impressive, Ialmostgot his heavy gaze down.
Meeting this man up close should never have happened in real life. Now I don’t know how to do the simplest of tasks like breathing without panting like a dog in heat. I’m dreading Dante’s return as much as I’m looking forward to it.
When am I going to stop thinking about him and start planning an escape route? Nothing is impossible. I’m sure there’s a slither of hope of getting out of this place unscathed.
I know about most of the rooms down here. If there’s a camera, I’ve seen it.
Before, a neighboring family paid me to find a captured member of their family. Thanks to memorizing the layout to give them a way in and out without too much of a fight, Iknowescaping is possible. There’s a set of stairs that lead to the back of the casino. It’s where I was brought in. Unnoticeable and undetected.
Once I get my bearings and release myself from these knots, I’m sure I can find my way out. The underground isn’t that big. All the torture rooms take up the space.
As long as there aren’t any grunts wandering about, I can make it out of here. The chance of everything going my way seems a little too good to be true. Still, my hopes start to build.
The door suddenly opens and Dante appears and burns my hope to a heated crisp. After excusing himself without any explanation, I didn’t think to prepare myself for his return. I assumed he’d be gone longer.
Relieved to see a lack of torture equipment in his hands, I stiffen up when he circles behind me. In my blind spot, my heartstarts going right back at it. Pounding to a beat so loud I can hardly think, I try to twist and get a better look.
When I get a little bit of a glimpse at what he’s doing, I watch him dig a hand into his pocket.
Is this fear or infatuation taking over my senses? Now is not the time to get those two mixed up. Either way, I’m getting a bit lightheaded from all this adrenaline pumping through my veins.
“If you try anything, you can guess what’ll happen to you.” Dante draws out a blade and my heart wedges its way up my throat. Much to my surprise, the blade is used to undo my bindings.
Drawing my hands to my front, I watch him move as I rub some feeling back into my fingers. Confused, I wait for any sort of explanation. Not much comes my way.
I don’t understand why I’m being untied. While I’m thankful that he’s not thrusting that nasty bag back onto my head to move me, I still stumble on my own feet as his hand makes contact with my arm.
Today, I’m everyone’s ragdoll. If people keep tugging me about, I’m going to get hit with a wave of motion sickness and toss up all the snacks I inhaled earlier.
His fingers curl a little tighter like he thinks I can slip right out of his hold. If it’s possible to burn someone with their touch alone, then Dante is the man to have the power to do so. The moment his skin shifts against mine, tingles crawl up my arm and cascade down my body.
Thinking about anything was difficult before. Now, it’s impossible. His touch has disrupted everything.
“Where are we going?” It’s pointless to ask as he’s quick to urge me out of the room.
Nameless faces are guarding certain doors and I feel their dark eyes drift in my direction. I can only imagine what kindof thoughts are crossing their minds as their noses scrunch and their lips curl back in distaste.
Hardly a guest, I’m an enemy to this family. Whether they know my identity or not, my appearance alone is enough to show that I do not belong. Being down here is an explanation in itself.
I try not to look at them for too long. Has it always been this easy to hurt my feelings?
“You stick out like a sore thumb,” he mumbles under his breath as we move. His fingers lightly press into my shoulder blades now, giving my body a light push. I guess he can’t drag me aroundeverywherein this building.
The thickness of my hoodie doesn’t save me from the heat radiating between us. Can he feel my heart beneath each layer of clothing? Now that we’re rushing, I can feel how hard it’s pounding.
Hearing him address my appearance is a small distraction. My cheeks grow warm and my lips press together tightly.
Dante is attractive, there’s no doubt about that. He doesn’t understand how conscious I am about my looks. It’s one of the reasons why I know all of these feelings are pointless.
My albinism isn’t something I quite enjoy, it’s one reason I holed myself up in my apartment. I don’t like the way people look at me. In public, I feel like I’m the center of attention with the way they gawk and stare. Dante is no different. Each time I catch him looking my way, I can’t help but imagine what awful thoughts he is thinking. Thankfully, he averts his eyes whenever he realizes I’ve noticed.
Reaching the elevator, my eyes slide in Dante’s direction. His attention is elsewhere and that same scowl decorates his face.
He’s got a lot on his mind. Where had he gone earlier? Something between us must’ve shifted. My fate has changed. If we’re leaving the underground, maybe I won’t die.
Not yet. If I have to guess, my death has only been postponed to a more convenient time.
Stepping inside the elevator, I’m drifted to the side by Dante’s ability to fill the small metal box. With the addition of the man running the machine, it’s feeling quite crowded. The air is thick, making my head spin as I ache for some fresh air.
