Prologue
PROLOGUE
Darkness enveloped her in its powerful arms of protection, keeping her near till the anticipated daybreak. Where she would revert to being a child within it, protected by duvets. Her eyes, however, are as dazzling as the constellations above at this location that is so open to the heavens, while we sleep to the lullaby of the cricket. This is because our stardust atoms are searching for the stars until they may bask in the sunlight. Under the spell of mesmerization, she failed terribly by not paying heed to the nipping winds of the night.
The hearth-spun blanket of grey is woven into the rich tapestry of blue, providing warmth to every soul that sleeps on such chilly nights.however, no dream beheld her; no hope shone upon her. The chilly night steals bodily heat like a cup of sugar, but when daybreak arrives, it returns with honeycomb. The urge to feel warmth taking custody of her body, resembled satan asking to be sent to heaven. Marking impossibility, as if her heart were a door left wide open to the freezing breeze, slamming just to open again. the kind of ice that penetrates her bones, making them hard.
Hard as the situation she's living in, rigid bones as the statue group of men towering on her shivering frame, the shadow of their silhouettes casted a grim sensation sending waves of abundant emotions consisted of terror, panic and angst. The emotions overwhelmed her as they crashed down her shore of physical existence.
She's no longer a child sheltered within the confine of her parents safety, therefore she's an adult unsheltered and defenseless. The yacht cruised above the shallow ocean water and waves, rocking her back and forth as her mind played the safety game aiming to assure her of her vulnerable state. The metal cuff wrapped around her wrists binding them together, behind the pole she's held capitve against. The heated gaze of men sent her craving to be buried elsewhere, her analyzing thoughts of her surrounding and situation was cut short by furious, rushing stomps. The booming voice halted her trance.
"The Don is here", the men aligned with technicality and precision in two rows, resembling a hallway. Almost automated all fierce looking, straightened back chin pointed in the same manner. Eyes void of emotions, from her poise eyes casted downwards; coldness seeped into her veins turning her blood cold. Polished noir leather loafer, approached her. The silence was slitting the waves, battling them. Urging the ireful waves, the ocean knew the person before her.
A hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, commanded her to gaze upwards at the man she have yet to meet. Prominent lineaments, feral demeanor; Midnight eyes curtained by voluminous set of lashes elongated by high cheekbones and tanned skin, Plumped crimson lips - Satanic features.
His heavy eyes weighted on her form, hazel glazed pair of eyes bottom eyelash lined with a darker shade like a gazelle eyes. Coral cupid lips, button nose upturned slightly. Rosy cheeks, stained with tears. A cleft chin prominent on her heart shaped face.
His face inched closer to hers, the light illuminated his eyes - the glint within them incomprehensible. Her lips agape in dire need of fluid to moisten her lips and scratchy throat; a torturous round of unbearable bangs caused by the terrible migraine. The lack of hydration taking its toll.
“What are you?” His deep voice rasped her mind, demanding an answer. Swimming in befuddlement, her conscious mind sunk within the deep waters - processing the question, her subconsciousness fogged. Impuissant to the query that seized her, “I…what am I?” she repeated his question dazed. the intensity griped into her rein of movements, becoming unconscious to her surrounding. A calloused hand made contact with her delicate porcelain like skin, sandpaper against silk - she flinched upon his touch. His hand lingered near her cheek, eyes storming with extreme fierce heat; lips tugged into a smirk “don’t play coy” tapping a heavy finger on the tip of her nose. Doe-eyed, heart beats in a frenzy “I’m n-n-not p-playing c-coy, I don’t know what am i.”
