“That’s it,” Lucio growls, and he grabs something from the glove box.
“What’s that?”
He holds up a needle, and my eyes widen, adrenaline and pure panic flooding my veins.
“It won’t hurt.” Lucio smiles. “Maybe just a little.”
“No, no, no!” I shriek, louder each time as he lowers the syringe toward my body.
My breathing falters as my lungs constrict, just as they did way back when.
Not now, please, I can’t have a panic attack now.
I roll around the car, trying to evade Lucio, but eventually he grabs my thigh and shoves the needle right into my skin.
“NO!”
Fuck. He’s got me.
I don’t know what in there or what it’s going to do to me. Within seconds, my body heats up, as my eyes grow weary and my heart rate slows. The world begins to spin, and slowly, the light is overtaken by darkness.
Lucio grins. “Sleep tight, bitch.”
When I wake up again,my head is roaring, the headache so harsh that for one second I doubt if I’m actually still alive.
What kind of drugs did he give me?
My eyes slowly open so I can inspect my surroundings, while I make an effort not to groan so no one hears I’m awake. I don’t know where Lucio has taken me, and I don’t know if it’s even safe for me to be awake.
Beneath me, the thing I’m lying on dents in.
A bed.
A hand slithers up my waist.
“Finally, I have you back again.”
The hand slowly slides down my thigh.
“I should’ve drugged you much sooner. This is far easier if you’re not aware enough to protest.”
His hand slips down lower and lower, and I grind my teeth and gather all of the energy I’ve regained before I abruptly turn around and slap him right in the face. “You b-bastard!” I lisp.
My body feels like a limp noodle, but I still manage to swat his hand off my body.
Suddenly, Lucio grabs my throat with his left hand and crawls on top of me, and I gasp for air while staring right into his face as he crushes my windpipe.
“You should’ve apologized and begged for forgiveness when you had the chance,” he growls. “Do you know what your stunt fucking cost me?”
He holds his right hand in front of my face, showing the remaining stumps after Matteo cut everything off, most of it still in bandages. “Everything!” he spits in my face.
I turn my head, not wanting to look at him.
“Yeah, that’s right, you look away, you bitch.”
He slaps me again, but I force the tears to stay at bay while he’s still choking the life out of me, my feet scrunching up against the bed in an effort to fight him off. But the medicine he injected is still coursing through my veins, and I’m not nearly as strong as this wretched man is.
I bring my hands up to his face and poke at his eyeballs to make him stop. “Let. Go. Of. Me.”
