The cold floor was unforgiving to my underdressed state. I turned so I was sitting on my toes to relieve my butt which was numb from sitting on the cold concrete floor for a long time. My hands hurt from being suspended from the rusty metal cuffs above my head. One of my ankles was dislocated from being pushed down the dark staircase on my way down. I had been stubborn to move on my own. The burly butthead bald asshole was not so patient and shoved me down the stairs. I flew down the dark unfamiliar staircase to prevent the anticipated fall, before I tumbled and rolled. The fall had me hitting hard as I toppled. My ankle twisted in a non-pleasant way and I think I broke a rib. I groaned as the broken ankle was disturbed with the sudden movement. I squatted on my left good leg before screaming out in pain when I accidentally rested my weight on the other foot.
"Shut up bitch!" The annoying bat hat in the cell next to mine screeched like a damn bitch. He hadn't stopped throwing perverted comments at me since I was thrown down here. He kept looking at me like some snack and I'd be lying if I said he wasn't giving me the creeps.
"Wwhat in the hell got a damn sexy thing like you in this hellhole? Not that I'm complaining. It's been long since I saw a lovely thing like you, but I thought Neil loved sexy things on his bed and not rotting in his dungeon…", He hung his arms on the rails between us and flashed me his yellow teeth. I moved back and sat as far away from him as possible.
"Ooh I get it," He started as if remembering something. "You wormed your way into his bed and tried to steal from him? I mean I know the man is a psycho but I could let you take everything from me, just to have a taste of that body…", I blocked him out, mostly because he was annoying but because I wanted to think why the hell I was kidnapped. Not by just anybody but by Tyson Garret, my father's greatest enemy. Tyson was a mafia boss and he ran most businesses in the black market. He basically owned the black market. They were friends long ago before my father chose a different path. Tyson chose to do illegal businesses across the world while my father opened a company to revive failing companies for price. I didn't know the depth of their hate for each other but I knew it was deep and ugly.
My father, Alexander Mayor, was the CEO of the MAYOR SWIPE CORPORATION. He owned business and high end restaurants across the world. That's all I knew anyway. I was only fifteen and I didn't know much about how Alexander ran his businesses. He was a stone cold and menacing man. He was smart in business and he was a millionaire, a major reason why I was a walking target for assholes who wanted to harvest money from my father. He was a good father. Although I never saw him regularly, he always treated me like a damn egg. Since before I was able to walk, I had bodyguards watching me like a damn a hark and following whenever I went like my shadow. Last night was the only night I went out on my own. I mean, last night I escaped my bodyguards and went to a party at Charlotte's place. It wasn't that hard ditching Xavier and Carl anyway. I had never done it before and I just pretended to be asleep when they came to check on me at 9:00pm like always. I had waited for their footsteps to fade away before I jumped out of the window. "You made it Ala nna"Charlotte shrieked when I walked through the door and squished me into a bear hug. "Where is Xavier and Carl?", she craned her neck to see if my shadows were following me as usual.
"They didn't wanna come so I came alone", I said quickly and pushed past her. I wanted to have fun tonight and that's what I was gonna do. Charlotte didn't buy my lie but she didn't pry either. I loved her for that. She wasn't one to be nosy.
"Okay Alana, won't want you to start your first party with a frown, enjoy", she said as she caught up with me.
The party went by fast and I was drunk out of my head in no time. All faces at the party belonged to my classmates and everything seemed hazy until something hard was slammed into my head and I saw black. And that's how I ended up here. I felt pity for Xavier and Carl. My father might be having them hang by their balls.
The door to the dungeon jiggled and sprang open with a lazy groan. A definition of ugly walked in its muscles taut and red eyes, his bald head shone in the dim light like his midnight dark skin. He was followed closely with a skinny emaciated blonde with a long nose. By the looks on their faces I knew my father had refused to cooperate and they were here to give him some motivation.
The dark camera said it all when my bloodied self was forced to look into it after long nose had punched me severally. I don't remember ever being in so much pain. His slimy sweaty hands roamed my body and no this is not how I imagined losing my virginity. I screamed when he kissed my neck. I felt so humiliated and I almost didn't want them to send it to my father. When ugly had had enough of longnose torturing me he had shoved him out of my cell roughly and locked it behind him. I almost wanted to thank him but I curled into a ball and cried.
"I don't like the sound of your cries, I rather you moan after having skinny touch you." The creep started but I was not in the mood so I cried even harder and cursed myself for wearing a short dress to the party.
Little did I know this was just the beginning and worse was coming that was gonna make me wish I was never born. This was just a sneak peek to what I was gonna experience in my stay in Tyson Garret's dungeon.