Allison's POV I had lost all sense of time, trapped in the cold, damp dungeon. The only sound was the steady drip of water from the leaky roof, echoing off the cement walls. My thoughts swirled, suffocating me.The jingling of keys broke the silence, and I fixed my gaze on the door. Carlos entered, carrying a food tray, his expression a mix of disappointment and disbelief. He placed the tray on the ground, his eyes locked on mine."Carlos, please believe me," I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. "I was framed. I would never blackmail the Masters."Carlos shook his head, his expression unyielding. "Allison, what were you thinking?" he asked, his tone laced with skepticism.I shook my head, trying to convince him. "I would never do that, Carlos. You have to believe me." But he scoffed, his disbelief evident.“How can I believe you Allison? They were evidence. I thought that David’s death should have been a lesson to everybody that the Ndrangheta's aren’t to be messed with.” C
Allison POV Earlier;I didn't know when I fell asleep on the the cold floor, the clicking of shoes and the sound of the door opening woke me up. I felt cold water being poured on my face, I jumped up and stilled at Kate, who was smirking.“Tch, tch, baby sister, you have always been so stupid” Kate taunted me, I swallowed as I shivered. “Awnn poor Allison”.I backed away from my cell door when I saw Kate coming closer to me. Kate grabbed my hair harshly and banged it on the wall. “Stop..it.. hurts” I winced in pain as I bit her hand to let me go, she glared at me before laughing.“Don't worry, I am not here to hurt you, but help you” Kate said to me, I shook my head, I didn't believe her. Kate had always supported my parents to hurt me, so why help me now. Kate sighed when she saw the disbelief flash through my eyes, she rolled her eyes before shoveling her hands into her pocket.I saw her with a bunch of keys in her hand, “if I let you out, run, don't look back” Kate said to me be
Allison POVI stared at the unmoving body before I ran to turn on the light, revealing Master Romario. How did he find me? I had thought I'd escaped.Earlier, I'd heard the sound of my door being picked, which prompted me to grab my nightstand, thinking it was a thief. when I heard footsteps and a soft whisper: "Rommy...Romario." It was Namiro's voice. My heart raced as I realized they were both here to kill me.I tensed and rushed to lock the door again. I hid Master Romario's body under the bed and retreated to the toilet, holding my breath as I heard footsteps approaching the room. I peeked out to see Namiro, looking confused. "Was it room 23 or room 24?" she whispered to herself before leaving the room.I sprinted out of the toilet and dragged Master Romario from under the bed, the movement jolting him awake. I rushed to the other side of the room to grab his gun, pointing it at him."Don't come any closer or I'll shoot!" I threatened, trying to sound brave despite my trembling v
Allison POV"I saw Rosita going through my stuff last night, but she said she was looking for something. She didn't take anything," I explained to Romario.Romario furrowed his brows. "Has she been behaving suspiciously lately?""Well, she hasn't been hanging out with us as usual, and we rarely see her," I replied.Romario nodded, pacing around the room, deep in thought. "This Rosita girl is very suspicious," he said finally.I shook my head in disbelief. "Rosita is my friend, and I trust her. There must be another logical explanation for her behavior."The master scoffed at my words. "Don't trust people so blindly, pet. They will betray you."I nodded, his words sinking in. The silence between us wasn't as awkward as I expected, despite the looming death threat.“Let's go back to the manor tomorrow morning, it's very late now,” the master said at last. I was scared but I trusted his judgment better than mine, “stay here I would go talk to Namiro” “Yes Master” I replied, Romario smil
Allison felt like collapsing from the heart-wrenching pain, but Romario's gentle squeeze on her hand gave her the comfort and strength she needed. Meanwhile, Master Terrone demanded, "For the last time, Rosita, who are you working for?" Rosita glanced around nervously, swallowing hard. Jose handed Terrone his gun, which he pointed at Rosita's head. "I'll count to five. If you don't talk, I'll blow your head off." Rosita trembled with fear, pleading with Allison to intervene, but Allison turned away. Terrone counted, "Five... four...". “three... two” Master Terrone counted, everyone was watching the display with keen interest and concentration.Rosita opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Namiro shot her, splattering blood everywhere. The room erupted in screams of shock and panic, but Namiro remained unmoved, “why the hell did you do that? She would have told us who she was working for” Jose scolded his daughter.Namiro rolled her eyes and gazed at Rosita's lifeless body
The fire crackled and hissed in the hearth as Mr wither paced his study, seething with rage. His wife, Mrs Wither, sat opposite him, her face pale and drawn. "She is a disgrace to our family," hissed Mr wither his voice laced with venom. "She is ugly and disgusting,she has always been a jinx, she has done nothing but bring misfortune to us." His wife nodded silently, her own heart heavy hatred."I think it's time to get rid of her, I am tired of looking at her demon eyes?" she said quietly. “We can't kick her out of the house, people would see us as irresponsible parents. I promise you we will get rid of her soon” Mr Wither answered his wife. The Wither family concluded on getting rid of their younger daughter Allison wither..................Allison sat in her room, drowning in her own self pity, her life was a mess, she was constantly bullied because of her Heterochromia. She was pale with long blond hair, her left eye was ocean Blue while her right eye was amber green, it got her
She opened her eyes, confused and disoriented, the grim realization of her situation flooding back to her. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, and she struggled against her restraints. The air felt stifling and heavy, the light dim and shadowy. As the details of the room swam into focus, she remembered the fateful words of her captors: her own parents had sold her into slavery. A wave of anguish and despair washed over her, and she let out a choked sob as the full weight of her predicament bore down upon her.She tried to make sense of the situation but couldn't, how could her parents do that to her? She knew they never loved her but to sell her out on her birthday after acting all nice and sweet was absolute cruelty.“Don't waste anymore of your tears, you will need the strength tonight when they start moving us” someone said in the dark. Allison searches for the voice, but all she can see is darkness.“Don't be frightened, I am like you too, my name is number 10” the voic
The auction house fell into a chilling hush as the tattooed man approached Mr. Tristian, the tension thickening with each ominous step. The audience watched in breathless anticipation as the man stopped before the slaver, the silence screaming of untold dangers. Allison's eyes darted between the two, a single whisper escaping her trembling lips, as if to plead for mercy or solace. But the words were lost in the deafening silence, as the tattooed man and Mr. Tristian engaged in a hushed exchange, the cruel masters of Allison's fate. Blinded by the suffocating blindfold, Allison stumbled forward, each step a reluctant surrender to the cruel fate that awaited her.Mr. Tristian, the slaver, led her towards the mysterious man whose presence radiated a bone-chilling aura. The tattooed man, a picture of darkness and dread, loomed over Allison as Mr. Tristian delivered his cold-hearted proposal: “This is a new girl. Untrained. We beg for your understanding, Sir, should she fail to meet yo