The room was dark and quiet. The only sound was the sweat dripping from between my legs to the Rocky floor. They tied me up with handcuffs and chained like a trapped rat, for a sin I did not know.

My head dropped, my bones were numb... I'd been in this position for only God knows when. It's so dark, I can't remember when last I'd seen sunlight.

I lifted my head as I wake up to that position, again. My neck cracked as I turned my head. My whole body was weak and my red, bulgy eyes felt as if they would drop soon.

"Help me... Who's there? I'm hungry. I'm... pressed." my tired voice cried. The only thing I heard was the echo of my voice. I looked up and around. It was an underground building, like a cave. On the wall behind me were terrible beating equipments and weapons.

Closing my eyes, a flashback of my past scrolled through my mind and I realized that they have sold me to someone. I tried to move, but a painful groan escaped my lips.

"My leg... Oh, my leg."

It was still dark and quiet. I can't help but wonder if Mateo was involved with this. I regret ever meeting him. First, he raped me. Second, he got me pregnant. Now, my precious son is stolen and I'm arrested. I'm kidnapped, and sold, and only goodness knows what will happen next.

I trembled at the burning sensation in my chest when I heard approaching footsteps. The door banged open and someone walked in, humming an Italian song. I did not know what it meant. I could see his shadows while a little light reflected as he stepped in and slapped the iron door close again.

I didn't know the stranger was close, not until he hit me with a log of stick at hand. I'd wanted to pretend to be asleep to see his mission, but right now, nothing works. I gasped into reality and lifted my eyes to the huge man standing before me. He had thick, back beards and brows. His medium-tanned face held an old scar. One could tell that he was probably in his late 40s and also an Italian. A hateful grin spread across his slim, chapped lips while I leaned closer to me.

"Hello baby doll, I see you're awake."

I wanted to reply to him, but a dried cough escaped my throat when I tried to. Just then, I realized how thirsty I was.

'Shazam!'

He lit up a small lighter and placed the flickering fire to the edge of a cigarette between his long, dark fingers. He sucked in the smoke as if it was water and he was thirsty. Turning back to me, he raised his gaze to mine, releasing his breath to mine.

The smoke obstructed my breath, making me cough again. Harder this time, louder.

"W...Who are you.... Where am I and how long have I been here?" the words slipped out of my lips in fear.

All I could perceive was the tobacco buried in his breath. Because I hate the smell of tobacco, I held my breaths. Unable to breath properly, the room like a cage was already suffocating. As he smiled at me, I stared at him emotionlessly, hoping help would come. Or something miraculous would happen. Something like mercy.... These pains were too much. I couldn't help but to feel my death drawing near.

My lips quivered at the thoughts of death but, am I not too young to die? I'm just 15 years old! I'm a freaking child....

His finger ran down my cheek and I woke into the reality of death. As if his touch tore my skin, I jeered away, not wanting anymore of it.

"Please... Don't kill me." I swallowed on the tears welling in my eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. At least, not till my boss comes." He smoked on his cigarette, pouring out the smoke on me like a blessing. I chocked on another cough again, thinking about his last words.

"Y... Your boss?" A single tear lingered down my eye. My heart raced to the blazing feeling burning down my chest. I never knew he had a boss.

"Yes... He is Al Capone, but we call him Scarface. Your destiny lies in his hands, if you'd be killed or saved." he said with raised chin and his built, chest out.

"But where am I?" I blinked away the tears while my eyes focused at his.

"You ask too much questions!" His baritone voice sneered while he rolled his eyes at me, disgusted.

"Why am I going through these? Why are you holding me in captivity... Please, I have a son to find and a mother to return to!"

He stared down at me with serious, unblinking eyes as he gets too close. Then he leaned as if he was about to tell me a secret. I closed my eyes with held breaths, unable to think. His hot, stinky breath against my neck made me feel like passing out the next minute, but I held still. For my dying mum and my baby... They were my only hope. My reason to live. The thoughts played in my mind while I Shivered and quivered like a wet kitten.

"I suggest you forget about the past and pray you won't be dead by tomorrow. Well, Al Capone loves strong, young girls."

Then he pulled out and walked away from the dark room with a spiteful grin on his face. As he did, I couldn't feel my breath. As if I was suffocating.

'No, he must have taken my breath along with him. My life! I want to live... I can't die now! Not today...' As I cried the words in my head while he stepped away, he banged the door close and my eyes instantly opened and my mouth gasped to reality.

I took out a heavy breath and realized it had all been a dream. A nightmare. It's been 25 years now and the memories of my past still hunts me. I tucked my rough black hair at the corners of my ears with my dripping face buried in my sweaty palms. I could still feel my heart throbbing in my chest.

'Jeez! It felt so real... I hope I would someday come out if this!' I pondered over the disturbing thought.

A striking pain hit me hard on the head once again. Sometimes, I think even medication doesn't help me.

My stomach rumbled, and I remembered I hadn't had breakfast. I coughed, and it felt like I hadn't had water in one week. My eyes turned to the wall clock. It was 11:56 a.m. I quickly pulled out of bed and stretched out my legs. To walk to the kitchen instead of calling Shelly. My waffles, cream, fried chicken, and chilled lemonade juice should be ready. I put on my slippers and stepped downstairs.

Walking downstairs, I noticed the silence in the hallway. 'Why is it so silent? Is it because Xavier traveled? That's why I feel so lonely?' I blew out my cheeks. My house felt like a graveyard.

Getting to the living room, I noticed the television was still on. My brows furrowed and I couldn't help but to feel suspicious about the moment. Glancing sideways, I heard moans of pain and pleasure from the kitchen.

"It must be Shelly." I guessed while I walked closer to the kitchen. It sounded as if she's being lashed. The kitchen door was closed, but the sound was so disturbing that I just couldn't hold back. As the echo of her cries got stronger and louder, I pulled the doorknob and pushed it open.

What my eyes fell on was indescribable. I froze and stared with wide eyes. It was what I least expected.

Shelly and Chase were being intimate on the worktop in the kitchen. She firmly wrapped her legs against the small of his back and he buried his face between her chest, dripping against it.

I placed my hands over my mouth as I watched the both of them for a while, dumbfounded. Speechless of what today and puzzled about what to do... My legs stepped backwards in shock at how passionate the both of them were right now.

"S... Shelly!" I snapped.