Teaser
Tears fell down her face as she wondered how she landed herself into such a situation. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t come up with one reason why this was happening to her.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when the sound of locks being turned rang through the dark room. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt as if she could hear it.
When the door began to creak open, she looked at it in pure horror. She couldn’t help but flinch when a bright light flashed through the room causing her to squint and try to cover her eyes.
It was at this moment that she realized her hands were chained to the bedframe. She started to shake uncontrollably when five large men with suits filled the already small and cramped room.
As soon as the men came in, they stood off to the side as a man with a deep scowl on his face walked in. The mans eyes were a dark gray that held a darkness in them.
Even from this distance Priscilla could tell that he toward over her modest 5'4 stature. His hair was a deep brown that looked almost black under the bright lights. Priscilla let her eyes roam his frame and she noticed that to add to his sharp jawline his face was littered with scars that only added to his appeal.
His arms were full of tattoos, and he carried himself with an air of dominance that made her want to whimper and curl into a ball.
There was no doubt that this man was the leader his aura screamed danger, and this only served to scare her further. The man snickered at her cowering frame before he leaned down roughly using his fingers to grasp her chin in a bruising grip.
“Listen here little one you will tell me all you heard and saw.” The man spoke with a dangerous edge to his voice which pulled another painful sob from Priscilla.
“I didn’t see anything I promise please just let me go.” Priscilla sobbed and trembled under the man’s piercing gaze as her vision started to become fuzzy. “Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” The man growled tightening his grip on her chin causing Priscilla to let out a pained whimper.
Crying, Priscilla tried her best to explain that she didn’t see anything and wouldn’t tell anyone about what’s going on. The man made a slight clicking sound before he roughly let go of her face and let her crumble to the cold and dirty floor with a smirk before he turned towards his men to give them his next command.
“Prepara l’aereo, lei verrà con noi.” Pricilla couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her spine as the man talked with a heavy accent. Priscilla felt lightheaded when the man turned to her with his next words causing her to black out. Before she fainted, she heard the man’s distinctive voice talk to her as she was lifted from the floor and cradled into a warm embrace.
“I’ve told you a million times little uccello you cant escape from me.”
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𝑈𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜: 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑
Author's note:
Hello everyone! I'm Midknight and I'm the author of "His Caged Canary." I will try to get as many chapters as I can out soon! I don't have a set publishing schedule but one will be coming soon! Please don't hesitate to comment and let me know what you like about the story!
