She is the one by Asheslove (that summer book .TXT) 📗

I slowly raised my tied wrists from behind my back to reach the window but it was a little above, it was touching my back but didn't reach my hands.

I'd short heels on, still it wasn't enough and didn't help much so I stand on my toes raising a little more above my place when my fingers slightly touched the glass window behind me, my feet stumble but I managed to stand without falling from the wooden chair.

'Oh come on' I groaned through the gag touching the glass window.

I tapped the cracked window to break it but my hits were too feeble as my hands tied behind were killing me making it hard.

'Come on Elena, come on you can do it'

I fisted my palm and hit my knuckles two times hardly on the window, since the window was already cracked this time it broke, shattering the glass from the side making a small sound. 

I quickly stepped down the chair and shifted it away from my legs. With the help of behind wall sliding my body against it I sat down and grabbed a piece of broken glass from the pieces behind. 

Holding it in my right hand I started sliding it on the ropes to cut it from the sharp edge. I only repeated the process three or four times which wasn't enough to cut the thick rope binding my hands together when heard faint chattering and some noise from outside and I stiffened.

Consolidating my grip around the small piece I folded some part of my skirt around it hiding it in the skirt and held it tightly in my fingers clenching both my fists.

The sounds of their talking become clearer as they approached near the cell.

'Boss has arrived' I heard one of them saying.

'She might have woken up till now'.

Two men reach near the cell and I panicked.

'Get her fast, we don't have time, boss is getting impatient' one of them said when the other one was unlocking the bars.

The Iron bars opened and the man who unlocked the gate walked in near me. 

'Who are you?' I shouted from the gag.

Fortunately none of them noticed the broken window from the side.

He apprehended me roughly from my arm and pulling me on my feet started dragging me out of the cell.

'Leave me, leave me. Where are you taking me' all my screams died in the gag. I wiggled wildly in his tight hold which was crushing the bones of my arm.

He kept dragging me while I kept on struggling all the way he was walking, the man with whom he came walking in front of us.

Taking me out of the cell he dragged me forcefully in a big hall where few men were standing and a person was sitting on a chair in between the hall with a man standing at his side.

When we reached there he stops at the side of the hall, I struggled more to release myself from his hold when the back of his hand landed hard on my face.

He threw me harshly at the corner of the room, my knees and head hit the cold floor. I whined and screamed in agony but the gag refrain all the sounds coming out of my throat instead of low groans. Getting my strength back quickly I lifted my body from the floor and sat close to the wall.

Opening my fist I pulled out the hidden piece of glass and my fingers again started to work on cutting the ropes without being observed by anyone.

I looked around and noticed all the men standing in the room. All were looking like guards. 

An old man with half burnt face wearing a grey colored Trilby hat on his head was sitting on the wooden chair wearing a long black overcoat with tie smoking a tobacco pipe, the pair of his dark eyes was already staring at me. 

His look was more scarier due to his half burnt face and appearance seems evil with a perilous aura around him. The man standing near him wearing decent suit looking like his side command.

I looked at the faces of each men standing there in the hall feeling nothing other than pity towards all of them who were inviting death to their door without any reason by kidnapping me. They can't even imagine what Nicolas will do to them for taking me away from him. I had seen Nicolas killing Simon brutally just because he hit me once, even I can't think how he will kill each one of these.

The old man sitting on the chair gave a sign to his men who dragged me here. He walked near me and loosed the hold of gag around my mouth, the cloth hang loosely around my neck as I was able to breathe properly taking big gulps of air, my throat completely parched.

'Who are you? Why...Why you'd kidnapped me' I asked from my bone dry throat in rough voice.

'Hand some water to the little girl' the old man said to his men in deep Italian accent, even at this old age his voice was rough and authoritative. The man brings a bottle of water from somewhere and placed it on my lips.

I downed the water hungrily in one draft. When I was done he threw the bottle away and stand back at his position while the old man kept looking at me scrutinizing me by his menacing gaze.

'Who are you?' I asked again in my low yet strong voice.

'Elena Blackwood, Nicolas Davis woman, daughter of a former chief inspector in America kidnapped by a gangster' the old man said from an evil smirk looking at me. His face wrinkled when he smile due to his old age.

'I'd never thought Nicolas will ever develop a weakness in all these years. He used to be a smart man, nothing like his father. I had never imagined the boy who will survive that night will become this powerful one day, my biggest enemy who will took my position and rule Italy' he said..

'You are Dimitri...' 

I whispered looking at his burnt face when I discern who he can be, finding myself assaulting by fear.

'He got himself a smart whore Matteo' he whispered looking at the man standing at his side.

'What do you want from me, I have nothing to do with him or you' I asked in stern voice trying to stay strong and not to break.