Chapter 3 A Plan To Escape!

ASHLEY'S P. O. V

"Give into my demand and be my sex slave" his words made my face go pale instantly. I was stunned into silence by his unpleasing demand, I knew what being a sex slave to someone meant.

"What!?" my numbness got replaced by uneasiness and anger and my eyes darted to look directly into his green deadly eyes which I felt like gouging out. Instead of pain I felt anger course through my veins, I gritted my teeth as irritation started bubbling in my chest despite my fear, my anger got the best of me and I opened my mouth to speak.

"How dare you think you're in a position to place such a condition before me? I'm totally convinced you're nothing but a psychopath. How could your thoughts be so cheap? Disgusting! Shame on you" I spitted out and lashed out at him with disgust and anger lacing through my voice "If your mother had slapped you very hard when you were a child probably you would have had some manners and wisdom and also you would have known that women should always be the most respected in the world. I won't give into your useless demand, I refuse to be your sex slave"

He stood up and moved towards me with his gaze still fixated on me and before I could realise his movements, the hand that shoved my messy hair aside and trailed it's fingers down my body grabbed my hair in a tight and firm grip then he yanked it behind staring into my teary eyes.

"Just shut up and fix your tone, also you had better watch how you speak to me, I don't approve of being disrespected or being cursed at. Winning isn't a habit to me but a compulsion. Since you've decided not to give into my demand I'll let my men properly deal with you" I stared at him with fear and confusion of what he's planning to do to me.

"Lorenzo, get the men in here and tame the wild card"

"No!!! you can't fucken do this to me" I screamed my head off on the roller coaster with tears in my eyes but I tried to look brave, he abruptly paced out of the room without looking back then he slammed the door harshly behind him.

I looked at the men who were eyeing me intently and I felt more uneasy, the thoughts of what they were planning to do to me imploded my head.

"Hey girl! your body has been killing me for a while" one of the men muttered and they all doubled out in feats of laughter. He strode towards me then he pulled up his trouser leg and displayed a long white scar, he unbuckled his leather belt which clipped his waist and he flung his gun into the darkness while the other men stood bolt upright.

"I beg you please don't hurt me" I pleaded but my pleas didn't get to them. I struggled against him as he moved closer and grabbed my arm forcefully.

"No!!!" I yelled "please you can't fucken do this to me" I struggled to free myself yet he wouldn't loosen his tight and firm grip as his eyes blazed in fury.

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The sense of danger jarred me and I sat up straight, heart pounding hard while my sweat- stained clothing clung to my body. I turned and tipped my head to look at the men who were towered over me but I couldn't catch sight of anyone, a warm tingle of peace ran down my spine and I let out a soft breath of relief.

I lowered my hands and wiped off the beads of sweat from my forehead and after a few seconds the realization suddenly hit me like a train crashing through a farm house. I noticed the shackles were unbolted from my limbs.

"What the heck?"

Everything was shimmering before my eyes like being in a heat gaze and I kept giving quick blinks as I tilted my head and felt my deep confusion of the celestial ambience around me. I sighed deeply, my whole chest heaving and I remained silent for a while then I closed my eyes with a calmer mind and all the memories of what happened came into my head like a roller coaster.

I stood up abruptly from the chair which I was tied to but I felt no throbbing pain in between my legs, I felt completely normal. If they didn't have their way with me last night then what happened?

I could only recall my arm was grabbed tightly and then slowly I drifted into umconciousness, I didn't feel pain neither did I see marks on my body and it left me bewildered. It kept me wondering if his threats were really empty and he had to go through all that just to instill fear in me which was proven successful.

I fell to my knees and wrapped my hands round them as a sob escaped my lips then a light knock came from the door.

"Boss has ordered me to give you these new clothes and his message to you is to freshn up quickly and he will come to get you"

" Freshn up my foot!. I felt this overriding desire to harshly shove her aside and escape but doing that will only alarm the others and my chances of ever getting out of this prison cell will become slim.

I faked a smile in order to give her the impression that all is well, she proceeded to leave the room and I swiftly locked the door behind her. Now was the right time to put my thoughts into action, I took slow steps towards the window and tried to open it but I noticed it was locked from outside it wasn't opening then I kept shaking it vigorously hoping one of the nuts will fall out and make it easier for me to escape.

My current situation wasn't helping matters, not at all and any moment from then Dante would come to fetch me. I paced back and forth as I rummaged my hair anxiously

"What to do? you have to think of a plan Ashley, your time is running out" I muttered silently and after some seconds of stressing my brain a plan finally jolted in and I immediately ran towards the wardrobe and brought out some bedsheets then I searched for a screw driver and luckily for me I found one, not forgetting to carry a vase as I headed towards the window.

I used the screw driver to loosen the nuts of the window but it wasn't giving in.

"What the heck is this? are these nuts magneted, why aren't there pulling off?" My hands started to tremble out of fear, I knew I had few minutes left and time wasn't in favour of me. That was the only opportunity I had to escape and in order to have my way I will have to put my next and most deadly plan into work.

I roughly searched the room and I found a rubber of petrol and a match box. It felt as though everything was kept on purpose, who was my well-wisher? I opened the gallon of petrol and poured it on the floor and on the walls of the room then I lit the match box and set the place on fire.

Not giving the fire a slight chance to circulate everywhere and burn my body completely and leaving only my ashes, I grabbed the vase and broke the window. Sounds of shredded bottles could be heared dropping to the floor then I grabbed the bedsheets and tied them on the window but I got pricked by a broken bottle.

I looked at my bleeding foot which blood was badly oozing out from, despite the immense pain I felt I didn't give up. I joined the bedsheets together and I finally escaped through the window by jumping down with the help of the joined bedsheets which served as a parachute in helping me land safely and at that moment I forgot I had been dealing with acrophobia right from childhood (the fear of heights)it was probably because of the adrenaline that coursed through my veins, it was screaming run for your life.

I came to a halt when I noticed everyone's busy movements and it dawned on me they had been alerted by the fire, I didn't care if the building burnt down it was their loss to handle and not mine.

I peeped closely and then I hastened up my steps as I ran with so much speed that I didn't feel the broken bottle piercing deeply into my skin. On a normal day I was a very lazy runner but today I was ready to win a gold medal but I wouldn't let my opponent win.

"You had better stop right there if you don't wanna get shot at" a voice groaned inhumanly and it had me turning but then my jaw instantly dropped.