Chapter Four

It was a week after the day Antonio left, and I turned back and forth, whimpering in the bed. I was having a nightmare that I was alone in a dark room, people surrounding me with whips and chains. One stepped up, whipping the chain across my chest, causing me to scream out in pain and cry for Antonio. The pain was unbearable and shot through me, making every nerve in my body seem to singe. It became overwhelming and I shot up under the covers, shrieking out, "Antonio!" I felt tears stream down my face and rubbed my torso, feeling what felt like a scar across my skin. "What the…" I looked down and my eyes widened; my night gown was ripped and a large marking that looked like it was from a whip strike was there. "… No way… This is... just my imagination!" I shook my head and quickly got out of the bed, taking a shower.

I got dressed into some of Antonio's clothing today, wearing a dark green button up shirt with some sweats. I walked down the stairs and got a corn dog, heating it up with some chocolate milk. Today was the first day of the actual Olympics, and boy was I excited! I turned on the t.v and immediately started cheering.

Soon after watching a few of the events, I began to watch the cycling. Britain was in the lead, and as soon as the cycler crossed the line, I shot up, screaming in happiness. The camera zoomed in to focus on the cyclers face, and I couldn't believe my mind. Biking down to a stop, his blonde hair dripping with sweat was my cousin, Arthur Kirkland. His emerald green eyes focused on the camera and he waved a hand right before a commercial came. "Oh him." I chuckled and leaned back into the couch, feeling a hand on my head. A smile formed on my face and I got up, "Antonio? You're home? I thought that you were at the Olympi-… Olympics…" I stared at the man, backing up a bit.

The man looked strange, he looked like Arthur… just he wasn't him. He had dusty rose hair with bright blue eyes, wearing a purple vest over a pink shirt, as well as yellow pants.

"'Ello, love, I hope you sleep well~" He chirped in a happy tone.

"Wh-What?" I stammered, but something came over my mouth and I blacked out.

"...?!..."

A sharp bump made my eyes shoot open, and I glanced back and forth, my breathing heavy. Where was I? What's going on?! I struggled a bit, gnawing down into the cloth around my mouth and feeling it rub the corners of my mouth raw. I started moving around my arms, noticing them bound together by rope. I stared at my legs, looking at the vulgar words written in permanent marker on my leg braces. I furrowed my brow and moved them, hissing at a gentle pain. I decided to stop while I was behind and gazed around, noticing where I was.

I was in a car that looked like a military van. There were curtains as the roof and the sides, the curtain at the back of the van fluttering as the vehicle moved. The car came to a sudden halt and I rolled over a bit towards the exit. I lay on my stomach, my eyes wide as I stared out of the curtain just barely. I sat up and began scooting out.

"Stop right there, idiota. Don't get any ideas." A rather familiar voice ordered. I froze, feeling my palms start sweating. Could it be? Was he back? Or… was he the cause of this.

"Nnhonnio?" I mumbled, unable to speak properly against the rope. I turned to face the man, my jaw would drop if it wasn't occupied. The man was almost like a twin to Antonio! Yet, he had longer black hair in a side ponytail with multiple scars all over his face. His eyes were bright yellow, as if like a cat's.

"I'm not your fucking wimp of a Spaniard, Antonio. I'm Diego, now sit tight." He scooted near me, averting his gaze away. I winced and felt the tears stream down and dampen the rope as I began to take short, detached breaths to keep from screaming. As we both grew quiet, I could hear two voices from the front of the car. They were both familiar, and made me more and more curious.

"Okay, okay~ Spainy! Go to the front with Luiciano! I'm taking over your 'shift'." A blonde haired man snickered in an Italian accent while he crawled into the back. He was wearing a long sleeved pink shirt with a blue striped scarf, pink shades on as well. His blonde hair was short and taken very well care of, with a strange curl out of the right side. Diego got up and headed to the front, mumbling something in Spanish, "Espero que sobreviva." I don't know what he said, but the ice in his voice made fear strike even harder into my soul.

The man grinned and sat in front of me, rubbing a hand on one of my knees, "Ciao, bella... I'm Michelangelo~ You seem to look lonely... Missing someone? That Spanish man you're living with. I think I see something happening there." He smirked gently and my eyebrows knitted together as I started gnawing down into the rope. He laughed loudly at my expression and murmured, "Don't be mad, I'm just playing with you... You know, you seem to be a bit out of his league..." My jaw relaxed a bit and I tilted my head to the left, "?".

"You see, I think you deserve better... don't you think he would be here by know if he truly cared? Why isn't he here? Why hasn't he shown up...? You're thinking this all, aren't you?" He questioned, cupping my face in his left hand, "I think you deserve someone like me... You are rather pretty, and I might just want you..." His eyes pierced through the shades, into me. It felt as though he were reading my soul, seeing what I had been through. He moved in closer, his hips pressing into mine. A blush grew hard on my face and I froze up, squirming. "I know what you want~" I began sweating and felt a scream building up as I felt his hand on my stomach. It slid up until-

Smack!

Michelangelo growled, looking over his shoulder at the man standing in front of him, "Don't do that to her..." It was the other Antonio, Diego, "You could taint her... And if Antonio gets her back, which I highly doubt, he wouldn't be very pleased to find her ruined by your filth..." He said it so bland, his expression not changing a bit as he spoke. The car had come to a stop as Diego pulled the man off me, dragging him out of the curtains at the back. I sat there in the quiet, by heart pounding loudly in my ears. I felt sick, that I was going to pass out, and I missed Antonio so much... That Italian man had got my mind working; what if he wasn't coming? What if he didn't know...? And would it be too late when or if he found out?

I stared over at the curtain as it opened, revealing a man that looked similar to my friend, Feliciano. I assumed he was the one the blonde had mentioned, Luiciano. He had very dark brown shot hair with a curl out of the left side of his head, a hint of magenta seeming to glow from the locks. His eyes were blood red, and he wore a brown military outfit. He scowled at me, grabbing my wrist and snarling in a quiet Italian accent, "Better now fall behind, bitch!" I cringed at the sound of him calling me a bitch, but allowed him to drag me out of the van. It was so bright out since I had been in the dim car for so long, I had to squint to keep my eyes from watering. Luiciano pulled me towards a large, stone made building and stopped in front of two wooden cellar doors in the ground.

He yanked it open and I got a glimpse of the stone steps downward, well, a small glimpse before I came in contact with them, face-first. He shoved me down and I fell to the bottom, landing on the hay covered stone ground. I sat up, blinking to get some dirt out of my eyes. I stared around the area, chills running through me as I focused on every little significant detail.

The room was large, hay all over the floor. There was only one window in the room, and just barely enough light came in to brighten the room enough. But my eyes wandered down… and landed on some chains. That's when I began to hyperventilate. The chains were just below the window, and one end was snapped sharp. I noticed dark red was splattered across the wall behind them, and my breath got caught in my throat as I realized what it was. Blood. Dried blood. Tears streamed down my face and I lay on the ground, biting the rope to keep from screaming and crying loudly. I needed to stay strong, Antonio would want it… But what if Antonio didn't care… I felt hopeless… There was nothing I could do…

Hi~! This is the awesome author here. I am just gonna give you all a fair warning. I um, in the next chapter, therewill be blood and torture. I apologize if you are not fond of it, but it's just my style. Thank you for viewing, and please review! :D.