Page 12 of Omega's Vengeance

Dario

My neck and ribs throb painfully after my little visit with Alessio. Unfortunately, those body parts aren’t the only thing throbbing. Alessio turned down my offer of sex, so now I’m left to suffer the pangs of a raging hard-on with my hands cuffed behind my back.

It’s probably for the best that he turned me down. The last thing this situation needs are more complications. It was stupid to even tempt him. I need to get my head in the game. Need to be focused on escaping, not trying to seduce Alessio. Of course, if I’d been successful, perhaps I’d have been able to get the upper hand on him. Maybe I’d already be freeifhe had gone for my offer.

But he didn’t.

Instead of obsessing about Alessio, I should be focused on finding a way out of this dank cellar. That task has only been made harder because the little asshole didn’t uncuff me before he made his escape. I roll onto my side and clumsily manage to get to my feet. I stumble over to the cot and I lie down.

As the hours pass my anger grows. My arms ache from being stuck behind my body and cuffed. The metal restraints are cutting into my skin, and the longer Alessio leaves me down here cuffed, the more furious I grow. Now and then I hear voices upstairs, but it sounds like the same two voices: Alessio and the yellow eyed alpha. Did Alessio only bring one guy with him? That seems odd. If he wants Valentino to come rescue me, shouldn’t he have a bunch of guys here? Two people won’t be able to stop a brutal force like Valentino.

I doze on and off throughout the night. I only know it’s morning because above my cot is a tiny, tiny window. Way too small to escape out. The glass is difficult to see through after years of rain and sun. But it lets in just enough light that I can tell when it’s day or night.

I’m dying of thirst. I don’t understand why they’re not bringing me water. If they just wanted me dead, they could have injected me with something lethal at the restaurant. Of course, I already know Alessio enjoys my suffering. I don’t doubt that for a moment. He’s definitely a sadistic little bastard.

When I hear the door at the top of the stairs clang open, I sit up. Heart pounding, I wait as Yellow Eyes comes slowly down the stairs carrying two bottles of water. I lick my dry lips, and I’d salivate at the sight of the water if I had any spit left in my mouth.

When he’s close enough Yellow Eyes says, “Stand up and face the cot.”

I do as he says, desperate for the water. He uncuffs my wrists and I grunt in pain as I am finally able to move my arms to the front of my body. It’s agonizing as the blood flows back into my arms, and the muscles stretch. I have to grit my teeth to stop from whimpering.

Yellow eyes tosses the water bottles on the cot. “I assume you don’t want food?”

“No.” I reach for one of the bottles. My hands shake as I twist the lid off and swallow the first gulp of tepid water. My body absorbs the liquid greedily and I finish off the bottle quickly. I lower the bottle and say, “I don’t mind starving, but you have to bring me water more often.”

“We don’t have to bring you anything at all. You should be happy I remembered you hadn’t had water in a while. If it was up to Alessio, you wouldn’t have any.”

“If I die, how am I useful to you?” I rasp, wiping my wet chin.

“Frankly, I don’t think Boss want’s you dead yet. He just doesn’t mind torturing you.”

“Well, I need water to survive, so maybe you should think about that. You can’t torture a dead man.”

“Look, I’ll pass your concerns along to management,” he says snidely. “But you need to get it through your thick,stupidohead that I’m not calling the shots. You already know that, so stop whining to me all the time.” Despite his harsh words, I swear I glimpse a hint of regret in his mustard brown eyes. I suspect he feels sorry for me. Is that something I could use to my advantage in the future? I certainly hope so.

“I guess I work as bait, dead or alive? Either way, you’re hoping Valentino will show?”

“Yep.” He grimaces. “But like I said, I don’t think Boss wants you dead yet. He’s looking forward to you dyingin frontof Valentino. Alessio has a dramatic flair for things.”

“Your boss is a fool. He’s going to die along with us,” I growl.

Shrugging, Yellow Eyes says, “I think he knows that. I don’t think he cares.”

I shake my head and sit back down. Yellow Eyes is shrewd enough not to get close enough for me to grab him, and standing takes more energy.

“Anyway,” he says moving away, “You enjoy the rest of your day. I have to go into town later, anything you want me to pick up? Maybe some flowers, or a comforter with a few accent pillows?”

I don’t bother responding. He’s just being an asshole.

Left once more in my little prison, I get up and move around the perimeter of the room. I haven’t really explored every inch of the cellar yet. I’ve mostly checked over the area I’m being kept in. Unfortunately, my search doesn’t reveal any secret passages to freedom. Just a lot more old clothing, books, and fishing poles.

I decide the fishing poles will make the best weapon. If I snap one of them and get a sharp edge, I can use it to stab my kidnappers. I grab a fiberglass pole and I put the tip against the ground. I apply pressure with my weight, and it doesn’t take too many tries before it snaps. I’m frustrated when it breaks off without producing a sharp edge. I try that two more times, and each time the edges are flat.

I let loose a string of curses in Italian, but I hold onto the broken pole. It’s not sharp, but with enough force, I could thrust that through someone’s eye socket. Maybe through their stomach, if luck is on my side.

Hasn’t been so far.

Things could change. Situations like these evolve. I need to keep a positive attitude if I’m going to make it out alive.

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