Chapter 4: Kidnapped

Arianna awoke with a strong light blinding her eyes and was bound to a chair. She yanked her way out of the restraints, but nothing worked.

"It won't help," says the same voice that was with her in the private room.

"F*ck! why are you doing this to me!? I already told you, Jade isn't my real brother, I'm just his adopted sister, so whatever he owes you, I'm out of it!" she exclaimed as she looked up to see him appear from the darkness, he wasn't alone. A brown hair man appeared from around the corner, standing guard in front of the door. His blonde hair was wavy, his hazel eyes were bright, and his button nose crinkled as he spoke and looked at her.

"And I don't know who you are, so please let me go," she begged, her eyes welling up.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I can't let you go now," he smirked.

"W-why? A-are you going to kill me?" she asked, her voice quivering. Her hand trembled in fear as the man approached her and whispered, "No, sweetie. Why would I kill my future wife, huh?" Arianna's eyes widened at what she had heard.

"No! I'm not going to be your wife!" she screamed angrily.

"You don't have the right to reject me, sweetie; you're going to marry me whether you like it or not," he proudly declares. The Arianna I realized I was in the presence of a psychopath. She finds it repulsive because she recalls how they murdered Antonio and the other members of the club.

He's a murderer, a monster who doesn't deserve to be loved.

"Tell me, what do you want from me? I haven't done anything to you," she said cautiously, not wanting to irritate him.

The man then sat in the chair in front of her, leaned back, and rested his arms on the table. He tilted his head while staring at her, his eyes a dark brown color that looked sinister.

"You did something wrong, sweetie," he smirked, "you made me fall in love with you. Anyway, I have a surprise for you, sweetie. Show her the video, Eliazar," the man says. The blonde man reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone.

The blonde man then held his phone up to her, showing her a video of Jade being tortured.

As he hung from the ceiling with a bag over his head, he was dripping.

"Jade!" she exclaimed.

"Please stop this."

"F*ck! don't tell me you still feel sorry for that jerk after what he did to you!"

"H-he still my brother," she begs, "please let him go." She cried softly as she tried to look away from the phone, but he gripped her neck and forced her to look.

"That pain you're experiencing is exactly what I felt when your brother murdered my best friend," the man yelled, his chest rumbling with each letter. Arianna was taken aback by what she had heard. "N-no!" she exclaimed, "that's not true!"

"Oh, you didn't know your stepbrother was a murderer?" he joked. "You shouldn't pity him. He didn't even care about you. You're so funny, sweetie, he sold you to the club and now you pity him?" he added, laughing slightly.

"You're just a lonely, miserable human who doesn't deserve love or to be loved," she couldn't help but say. She needs to save her stepbrother; she was angry with him, but this is the only thing she can do for her poster parents. He had a dark, evil expression on his face. He appeared inhuman, like a monster with a bigger monster inside. His jaw was clenched, and veins on his arms were visible.

"Leave the room," says the man to Eliazar.

He quickly linked their gazes with her, as if debating whether or not to leave.

"Santi, that wasn't it."

"I told you to leave," Santi growls, a murderous grin on his face.

When Eliazar left the room, she gulped in fear because Santi's full attention was now on her.

Santi stood up and knelt to her level, pulling a knife from his back pocket.

She began to struggle against the ropes as he moved his hand closer to her body. He astounded her by cutting the rope instead of stabbing her, and she looked at him suspiciously.

"Strip," he said into her ear.

"Pardon me," she said, thinking she had misheard him or had not heard him properly.

"Take your f*cking outfits off your body or I will." Santi pulls her arm, her body shaking from fear as she stands in front of his narrowed eyes, hugging herself while avoiding eye contact with him. There was no way she was going to strip naked in front of him, she shook her head from side to side.

"Please don't do this," she mumbled.

"Don't make me repeat myself, sweetie; I'm going to count to three."

"Please, please," she begged, hoping for a speck of kindness in him.

But all she saw was his cold stare, and she thought to herself, "This man is truly evil."

"1.."

Her hands tremble as they reach for her dress's back zipper, which she inhales before unzipping. She grabbed her dress before it fell and exposed her body.

"2..."

Tears streamed running down her face, her chest heaved up and down, and her entire body shook violently.

Santi then managed to grab her dress and ripped it down the center. He didn't stop there; he also ripped off her bra and pantyhose. She wrapped her arms around her body, attempting to cover herself. As her body went into shock, she tasted her salty tears. He quickly pulled her up against his chest as she attempted to pull away from his tough touch.

"'Never, ever disrespect me again, and always do what I say," he yells in her face.

Arianna sniffed as she bent down to pick up her dress, hoping to at least cover her front area. He grabbed a piece of her hair and slammed her back against the wall before she could even attain it. Her watery eyes grew larger, and the hairs on the nape of her neck bristled were clammy and glistened with cold sweat.

"You don't cover yourself until I say so," Santi said as she felt his heavy eyes travel down her body, lingering on her breast. She has always been confident in her body, but as his gaze follows every shape, she quickly loses that confidence. His nose crinkled up in disgust, and he appeared to be revolving with her body.

"Do you think I want to look at your disgusting body? You're nothing more than a whore," Santi laughs.

"Yeah, everyone sees me as a whore, so what are you waiting for? you can take me before you kill me," she said bravely, fighting back tears.

He then pushes her further into the wall before releasing her, causing her to fall to the ground. He storms out of the room, leaving her alone with her vile body. She shivered as she stared at the wall next to her due to the coldness of the floor. She had never broken so badly before. That gut-wrenching feeling of not being pretty enough that she had felt so long ago returned.

"He wants to marry me, but he is disgusted by my body," she sobbed for herself and her stepbrother. She couldn't move because her arms were wrapped around her cold body. She heard the door open but didn't dare to turn around because she didn't have the energy. A blanket was then wrapped around her, providing warmth to her body.

Someone flipped me over; it was one of Eliazar's men. He examined her face for signs of bruises but found none as their gazes were locked on each other.

"Let's get you into a room," he suggests.

"Why are you helping me?" she asks as he picks her up bridal style, her body so weak that she gently rests her head against his chest.

He appeared to be undecided about whether or not to tell her.

"You're innocent, except the rest of us," Eliazar says quietly, almost as if he skipped it.