CHAPTER THREE: MY NEW NORMAL

ELENA

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"Get the fuck away from away" I screamed and intentionally spat on whose ever face was infront of me.

I felt him lurch behind while snickering, probably shocked by my actions. 

He grabbed my face harshly making me scream due to the pains it caused me. 

His breath sprayed my face as he tilted it sidewards, probably studying it more.

"You a feisty one huh?" from his husky tone I recognised him to be the psycho that bought me. 

"What's your name?" This time his voice was deep and smooth, with a hint of a Southern drawl. He spoke slowly and deliberately, choosing each word with care. 

"Fuck off, Get the fuck away from me, you bastard" I spat out immediately at him, staggering behind alittle in order to create a little distance between us.

I don't know if what I said triggered him, but he instantly grabbed my neck and I felt a sharp knife at my neck.

My heart started beating faster with fear as he inched himself,then the knife closer to my neck.

"We are going to have soo much fun together" He whispered into my ears, his voice low and gruff,darker,I could feel him resist every urge to raise his voice.

He inched the knife closer and I felt a sharp 

pain.

"Please" I barely said it out loud as I felt my warm blood trickle down my neck.

Tears came into my eyes. I was scared I was going to die here without my family knowing where I was. And my body probably dumped in some smelly dumpster.

I heard a low rumbling sound that seemed to have come from deep within his chest. The knife is still in the same place generating more pains and shivers round my body.

I felt his gaze burn through my face as his grip on my throat tightened. 

After what seemed like the longest seconds of my life, his grip loosened around my neck and he walked out of the room, banging the door loudly behind him.

I sat there on the floor,tied, blindfolded, tears streaming endlessly from my eyes, scared, wondering where I went wrong and why I deserved any of this. 

If only I could find a means to send a message across to my family, they would definitely find me. But my phone was not with me, probably confisticated already and I don't even know where I am right now.

I probably won't live to see tomorrow due to the monster that purchased me. My bones are weak, I am hungry, confused and scared.

The door pushed open suddenly, making me flinch behind in fear. 

"Move it Bitch" A voice I recognised to be the bartender roared at me while dragging my hair.

"Ahhhh" I screamed 

He didn't loosen his grip,but instead pulled me into the direction he was going.

"You're hurting me" I cried. "Please"

I could feel the meat that covered my skull gradually coming off due to the intensity in which he pulled my hair.

"Shut the fuck up" he roared at me, while sending a slap accross my face, which made fall to the ground.

Well at least he let go of my hair.

He picked me up onto his shoulders and grumbled to himself all the way to the car where he roughly threw me inside, making me bang my my head in the process.

"Whore" he cursed one last time before banging the door to the car loudly.

In what seemed like 5 minutes or more, my head banged and spinned spiraltically. The darkness I had been forced into for hours, now showed my life flash through and through.

I tried sitting up but was instantly pushed down by someone. It was then I recognised another body close to me. 

I didn't even struggle with whomever it was, as I didn't even have the strength to do so.

I was beginning to lose my mind due to the darkness that had engulfed me for the longest period of my life, the pain I felt on my face, neck ,head , and every corner of my body.

"Pls can you unfold me?" I weakly begged whoever was by me as the car started moving.

The darkness was driving me crazy.

But I was met with absolute silence.

"Please" I cried, hoping it would soften the heart of whoever was by me.

But still nothing.

"Please forgive me" I found myself begging. " please"

The silence was killing me too.

"Pleaaase" my voice trailed and suddenly everywhere went quiet.

....

"Uhh"I groaned as I tried to open my eyes but the rays of sunlight kept blocking it.

My vision was still blurry. I tried to sit up but the banging in my head didn't make it easy for me.

"Fuck" I cursed as the pain intensified due to my struggle to sit up.

It took me in a moment to recognise that my hands were no longer tied, and I wasn't blindfolded again.

I scanned the room I was in and it seemed like a hotel room. 

I was still in the clothes I wore on the night at the club.

I could perceive the stench coming out of my body as I hadn't taken a bath in days. 

I scanned the bed and there was a pile of clothes neatly folded at the side. 

Well I didn't want to take chances, so I waited for some time, thinking someone might come in and get violent again if I wore the clothes.

But I later changed my mind as I couldn't take the smell again. 

The walk to the bathroom felt heavenly as it felt nice not being dragged and pushed since it has been my case for the past days.

"Ohhhhhhh!!" I sigh in relief as my body shivered under the touch of the warm water on my skin.

I allowed the water in the bathtub to swallow me up as millions of thoughts enveloped my mind immediately.

What is happening? Why is this happening to me? What's going to happen to me now? 

A million thoughts continuously ran through my mind as the water swallowed me whole.

I don't know how long I spent under the water but I was grateful I had this time to myself at least.

This was the only time in 2 days, I had a decent time to think by myself.

"How long are you gonna be in there?" A masculine voice, smooth and deep, jerked me out of my thoughts and out of the water gasping for air.

The voice resembled that of the guy who bought me at the auction and also the person who held a knife to my neck but this time , it had a plint of Italian accent in it.

"Get out" I screamed at him as I tried to gather the foams in the water to cover my now exposed breast.

He simply stared at me blankly like I had said something funny, with his hand tucked into his pants pocket.

I took this moment to examine his physical features.

His six foot stature, broad shoulders and strong jawline,green eyes, perfectly arranged hair and a scarred scar on his cheek which gave him this intimidating aura ,sent shivers down my spine.

I was still trying to comprehend who he was and why he was staring at me like that, when it clicked as soon as I recognised his perfume.

"So you're the psycho that bought me?" I asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer but at atleast an expression from him if he was indeed human.

Instead he rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom.

Hurriedly, I cleaned and tied a towel around my body.

"We leave in 5 minutes" he said coldly and left the room.

The scent of fried eggs snatched my nose and I rushed to the food that was placed at the edge of the bed.

I'm normally not a fan of bread due to my diet, but this croissant and fried eggs with coffee felt like the best food I had eaten all my life.

When I was done with it, I went ahead to dress but before that, I looked at myself in the mirror.

The scars on my face,hands and neck made my heart heavy and tears swelled up in my eyes.

I lazily put on the dress laid out for me and it surprisingly fitted perfectly.

It was a cute yellow flower print gown,V neck with accentuated my collarbones and a little above my knees with a pair of sandals to finish it off.

I tied my hair up painfully in a ponytail and sat down waiting for whatever monster waited for me outside to come get me.

The door swung open and two hefty men walked, making me shift in fear. 

Before I could know what was happening, they covered my head in a sack, tied my hands and one swung me over his shoulder.

Oh God!! Not Again.

….

The car came to a stop and from what I could make out from the sounds in the background, it seemed that we were at the airport and very close to an aeroplane due to the sound coming out from the engine.

I was placed gently on one of the plane seats, the sack on my head and straps on my hands taken off.

It looked like a private jet.

I looked back and saw the guy from before in the bathroom intently working on something on his laptop. 

The plane took off not long after and I wondered where I was been taken to.

The hostess offered me a glass of water and I intentionally made noises with my throat and the glass to draw the attention of the man with me in the plane but he didn't even glance at me.

My curiosity was taking a better hold of me and I could help but ask.

"Where are you taking me to?" I ask scared but audible enough for him to hear. I didn't want to provoke him again.

Taking a sip of the glass of champagne in front of him and maintaining eye contact with me , he answered. 

"ITALY"