Those were the last words I heard before they dragged me into a pitch-black room. The darkness was almost suffocating, and the only features of the room were some antique furniture and a solitary bed. A surge of rage and hatred coursed through me.I’ll make that man pay for this!My anxiety about confined spaces tried to overtake me, but I couldn’t afford to crumble now. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax, pretending to be unconscious.
I knew I had to buy time—three hours to be precise. I needed that time to call for help, to get my allies here. The only thing in the room besides the furniture was a vase with a small amount of water, which was of no use to me. As I lay on the bed, I scanned the room carefully, checking for any surveillance cameras. Luckily, there were none. I smirked at the thought; these men were so disorganized, they couldn’t even be bothered to cover their tracks properly.
Their boss, Lucien Dubois, was clearly growing tired of me. He wanted me subdued, not realizing that I was far from finished with him. Lucien might be a big shot in the French mafia, but he was about to learn that Valeria doesn’t back down easily.
The door creaked open again, and there he was—Lucien Dubois himself. Despite his fearsome reputation, I knew he was merely a pawn working for someone else. I had my suspicions, and I intended to uncover the truth.
I kept up my pretense, lying motionless as he approached. His presence was unsettling—he smelled of old cigarettes and something rancid. He sat on the edge of the bed, his weight shifting the mattress slightly. My skin crawled as he drew closer, and I had to force myself to remain calm.
Lucien:(Leaning in, his voice a sickly sweet whisper)“Ah, sweetheart, you look just like your mother. It’s a shame she was so strong. I’ve been waiting to have a taste of you...”
His words were vile and made my stomach turn, but I steeled myself. I couldn’t let him see my fear. I had to wait until the right moment, when my allies were close. This man, this so-called “mafia lord,” just a oldie for me huh! had no idea what was coming for him
Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting in my hand. My eyes shot open as I realized he had injected something into me. Panic surged through me as a wave of disorientation began to overtake my senses. My vision blurred, and the room around me started to spin.
I tried to focus on Lucien, who leaned over me with a sinister grin. His voice was smooth and menacing as he spoke.
Lucien:“I know you’re awake, sweetheart. You’re just as cunning as your father was.”
His words were taunting, laced with a twisted satisfaction. I could barely hold onto consciousness as the drug took effect, my vision darkening at the edges. Despite my weakening state, I clung to the burning resolve within me.
In my foggy haze, I vowed to myself that no matter what Lucien had planned, I would find a way to escape and exact my revenge. The struggle to stay conscious was fierce, but I had to remain alert, if only for a moment longer.
Valeria, also known as Ishira
a complex character driven by vengeance and courage. Born and raised in India,
she became an orphan at the age of twelve. Now 22 years old, she’s a prominent journalist who has spent the past eight years in France uncovering the dark secrets of the French mafia. Despite her external calm and composed demeanor, she harbors deep-seated anger and a burning desire for revenge due to her family’s tragic past.
Valeria stands at 5′8" and is known for her tenacity and sharp investigative skills. Her quest for justice is not just a career choice but a deeply personal mission. As she navigates through danger and deceit, her resolve to seek vengeance and uncover the truth remains unwavering.
BUT THIS IS NOT WHO SHE WAS
SHE WAS A BUBBLY SWEET GIRL WHO NEVER HURTED ANYBODY IN HER ENTIRE LIFE WHO LOVED PEACE AND HATED DRAMA
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