"Stop it, stop it!" I woke up with a start, feeling like someone was pulling me towards something or somewhere. I screamed in confusion and fear, trying to make sense of my surroundings. "I can't be hallucinating, can I?" I asked myself inwardly feeling very confused. Someone was definitely tugging at me, tapping me to wake up and now that I'm awake, there's no one here, it's just me. I might as well be losing my mind. I tried getting up but I met with immense pain. Damn! My back hurt like I got hit by. A wrecked truck. I groaned out as the heavy hold of the chains dragged me back into a kneeling position. I was still in the room, hungry and chained to a spot. "The cup is not broken?," I questioned rhetorically staring at the centre of the room in disbelief. The cup was sitting right there looking me in the very eyes, full of water and not in the slightest way cracked. Nah! Nah! I saw it. No, i didnt. But i heard ir broke. Those r

I looked around the room and saw the same bed on which the person in the picture; definitely not me; was sleeping when the picture was taken. I knew the right thing to do was leave but my curiosity got the better of me. If there was ever someone who looked like me so much then there must be a connection to why Luciano likes me. Or maybe that was why he took me. I took the frame from the wall to look at it. Turning it over, I saw a date range from 1994 to 2018. "No! No fucking way!" I was in a state of panic. The person in the picture was dead, and I felt like I was hallucinating. I screamed and ran towards the door, but I tripped and fell, accidentally pushing the door close behind me. When I tried to open it again, it was as if the door had completely disappeared into the wall. I was trapped. "Shit! I can't die here" I panicked "No!!!" I began to turn around, my head was spinning. Every place in here looked the same, I was trapped within the

It was day four of being cooped up in Luciano's chambers, doing absolutely nothing except watching people on TV shoot guns and eat. I was feeling more depressed and hopeless than ever. Was he trying to groom me? Was he trying to break me mentally? I had no idea, all I knew was that I was scared for no reason. I was starting to feel like a prisoner, but I didn't dare say anything. I knew I had to play along with whatever Luciano wanted if I wanted to stay alive. I had tried fighting back and seeing where it got me. 'I bet something seems off' That night, we took a bath together, but to my surprise, he didn't touch me. I was relieved, to be honest. The idea of having to do anything with him when he wasn't even interested in me anymore and had no affection for me made me feel sick to my stomach. After all, he left me to suffer in the dungeon and didn't release me despite the fact that I apologized, almost lost my mind and I was calling for him to help me.

The bullet missed the target and crashed into the wall. It made me wonder what exactly the room was made of. I had never heard of a bullet shattering, perhaps they weren't real. A silly thought popped into my head. Why don't I try shooting Luciano?. That way, I would know if the bullets were real or not. If they were, I would have a chance to escape before Stefano and the rest of the gang caught me but if they weren't, I'd definitely drop dead in a second. That was a risk I wasn't willing to take. Also, if I couldn't hit an immobile target, what made me think I had a chance at a living being. I continued trying to hit the targets and after a while, Luciano spoke up. "It's time to try something else. Sadly, you're very bad at this," He said, shaking his head at my numerous failed attempts. I thought shooting at targets was hard but I couldn't believe it when Luciano announced that we would be starting basic self defense training. I had not ma

LUCIANO'S POV Some days are somehow the same. I wonder if I was having a Deja Vu. The slow rhythm coming from the sad song filled the room with a different kind of energy. You can call me a stalker, I would accept that without moving an inch. My eyes have never agreed to leave Amara and I have been watching her train with Gio. From everything I had observed, Amara isn't ready. Not even a bit. I have watched her sweat, watched her train her life out but she isn't still ready. Making Amara my Assassin wasn't what I wanted from the start. I just want her to be able to defend herself from the dangers in this world. She will cross paths with a lot of dangerous people with dark hearts. People who won't spare her for any reason. From the deepest part of my heart, I do not want her to end up like Alita. From the monitor, I watched Gio leave the training room. A thin smile appeared on my face and I tapped my ballpen on the table continuously. I got up from my