The Billionaire Mafia’s Slave

CHAPTER 12: HIGH FEVER

LILY’S POV:

I woke up when the car came to a halt.

I opened my eyes and looked outside, ‘Are we there?’, I couldn’t ask him that.

I seriously shouldn’t be talking to this guy.

He didn’t say anything to me and got down from the car, I quickly did same.

I was immediately hit by the cold breeze that pierced through my thin layer of clothes.

I looked up at the building that greeted my sight, a grand mansion.

He didn’t say anything to me and started walking inside, we were greeted by maid.

As I cautiously stepped into the grand entrance of the mansion, I was immediately enveloped in an atmosphere of power and intimidation. The marble floors were cold and unforgiving under my feet, a stark contrast to the opulent chandeliers that cast a harsh light on the gilded walls. The air was heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne.

“What is this place”, I whispered but I’m sure he heard me.

He kept on moving and I didn’t stop too.

As I made my way through the dimly lit hallways, I couldn’t help but notice the dark, brooding artwork that adorned the walls – scenes of violence and betrayal depicted in vivid detail.

The furniture was plush and luxurious, but there was an underlying sense of menace that lingered in every room. This mansion was a fortress, a symbol of wealth and power that had been built on blood and corruption.

This mansion looked like it was a place where secrets were whispered in the shadows and alliances were forged with a handshake and a gun.

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‘He definitely isn’t American’, I said.

As I caught a glimpse of him from behind, my eyes were immediately drawn to his broad shoulders that exuded strength and confidence, mystery and intrigue.

The way his dark hair hinted at a rebellious spirit, while the subtle movements of his muscles beneath his shirt spoke of a man who was no stranger to hard work.

His tall stature and confident stride gave off an aura of strength and authority.

The way he carried himself with a sense of quiet confidence and stoicism made me wonder about the secrets he harbored beneath his enigmatic facade.

‘Who was he really?’, I asked myself.

In that moment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was a man who had walked through fire and emerged unscathed.

He stopped in his tracks and I did same, he turned to one of his bodyguard and said something to him in a foreign language.

‘I new he wasn’t American!… But where is he really from? Italy? Is he Spanish?… no, that language is definitely not Spanish’, I was lost in my thoughts when someone grabbed me and started moving away with me.

“Wha– what is this?!”, I got really scared.

Are they taking me to kill me and cut off my body parts?

I turned to the talk handsome man who bought me and there… I saw his eyes, disgust, hatred, anger. He watched his bodyguard take me to God knows where.

I was kicking and screaming but he didn’t even bat an eye.

The bodyguard took me to the dark part of the mansion where it looked like there wasn’t any much oxygen, or that’s how I feel.

Another bodyguard was already standing in front of a door, he opened it and they threw me inside then they locked me there.

I got up from where I landed and rushed to the door, I pounded on it, begging them to let me out.

“No no! Please let me out of here! Please help me!! PLEASE!”, I begged.

I didn’t get any respond but I continued hitting on the door.

I finally stopped when no one came, I was so drained. Hungry, tired, I’ve cried for hours, I have been humiliated, I feel ashamed, I just wanted to die.

I moved away from the door and sat down at one corner.

The room was dark, not entirely. It had this weird smell like something died here, it was so cold and I could hear water dripping from the ceiling.

I could hear some voices… I think.

‘It’s probably just in my head’, I said.

My mind went back to that handsome devil who had me locked up in here.

I was so foolish to think he actually cared when he bidded 50 million on me, I wasn’t even worth that amount.

I thought maybe luck was on my side and that’s the universe way of saving me.

‘What is he going to do with me?’, I thought.

For him to lock me up here, he might kill me soon, my life didn’t mean anything to him. He’s probably filthy rich to waste 50 million dollars.

My stomach wouldn’t stop making noise and I didn’t have any strength left in me, I might pass out at this rate.

I heard movement outside and I held my mouth with my palms. Then came the keys at the keyhole, the room was opened and a bodyguard with vicious looking face with a scar on his cheek, came in, followed by a maid, the same one at the entrance of the mansion.

She had a tray with her, she kept it on the flow, looked at me like she wanted to squeeze the remaining life out of me, then she left with the bodyguard right behind her.

I didn’t care about the look I got, I crawled to the tray and snatched it, I opened the plate and was greeted with a very small portion of food.

It was a hard looking bread and soup, I didn’t mind, I ate it like it would run away if I didn’t.

I chewed on the bread very aggressively, drank the soup without the spoon and gulped in some water.

I finished the food in less than a minute and I needed more. I knew I wouldn’t get any because I was nothing but a purchased product, a slave.

I was so cold, I couldn’t feel my arms, the rope I was putting on was so thin.

“Why would they even make something like this?”, I scolded.

‘Is this where I’ll be living from now on? locked up in a small dark room, with no much ventilation? No sunlight or freedom? am I now a prisoner?’, I couldn’t help but ask myself.

I cursed the day I met Olivia, I cursed the day I met Troy and I cursed the day I trusted both of them.

***

It has been a week… I guess. I no longer saw the man who bought me neither did he come down here.

I was always given small portion of food three times a day, two maids always come to take me to the bath to be cleaned twice everyday, when I am pressed I just knock on the door and a bodyguard is always on standby to escort me.

I had no chance for an escape, it was nearly impossible, this mansion was flooded with guards and maids, made me wonder if my buyer live in this mansion with his real family, like a wife and kid or his parents.

‘Do he live here alone?’, I wondered.

One good thing was that he wasn’t a foreigner who lived in another country or continent.

I really wished he was here so I could ask him all these questions, I didn’t care if he looked scary and hates me, I just needed answers.

I seriously couldn’t live in this hellhole forever.

I still wonder what he really wants to do with me when he locks me in here all the time.

A week ago, I really needed to talk to him, I would scream for the guards to open up but no one paid attention to my tantrums.

I would scream and shout but it felt no one could hear me. The maids would bring food for me and I would throw them away in their presence and they would just wear a scorn on their face.

I knew they all hated me, if only they would help me escape, I will be gone forever!

***

Hours turned into days and days into turned into 3 weeks, I fell ill.

I had a high fever and called out for the guards but no one answered. I didn’t blame them, I used this trick once and tried to escape, so they won’t open the door.

“Plea… please help me– I need to see… see a doctor”, I managed to say.

They didn’t pay attention to my crys.

I was burning and I felt I might die anytime soon.

‘Oh Lord, I don’t want to die now’, I prayed.

I know I wished I was dead but I was only kidding.

I struggled and stood up for where I was lying down, I dragged my feet to the door and pounded on it with my last strength.

“Please, I am beg… begging you, help me. I’m not playing any tricks”, I pleaded with them.

I heard them say something for outside the door but I couldn’t hear what they said.

I heard the door open and just then, I slumped to the ground.

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