Trapped

Everything had changed since the year 2028. Towns and cities were trashed. What happen to the people? They had to fight for their own lives. Had to scurry far away from the towns and wouldn't even dare step foot into the cities. That's where it all goes downhill. You step in the city but there's no way of coming out. Either you are dead or Trapped. Doesn't matter which one you've end yourselves in you've walked into the darkest depths of darkness. But who knows she might be the lucky one and leave the place unharmed. Unless she cross his path, then there's no way of getting away. Not even a glance. You can't escape him. No one can.

"It's not a dream, it's called Reality"

This one quote changed all of Dayana's thoughts every piece of every one of them. They all went down the waterfall where they could never be grasp again.

Go ahead and read this story if you wanna know what drastic change Dayana had in her life. Was it for the better or for the worst? You'll find out in "Trapped."

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26. Ch.25 |Trapped (h.s)

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~Dayana's POV~

It's been a whole damn week. And not one sign of Master Harry. He wouldn't eat breakfast with us or be around us, at all. For the past days, all that's been on my head were his words. They kept playing like a broken record. 

He was helping us, he was helping us by saving us from men that wanted to use us. Just like the men that was trying to take me away. But didn't because of Master Harry's men, Liam to be precise.

Sighing, I decided to go grab some water, because all this popcorn was making me thirsty, I slowly got up trying not to disturb any of the girls. The girls had thought it would've been nice to have a movie marathon. Every girl that Master Harry took in sat around the sofas and carpet sprawled around watching the movie intently. Even the bitch herself, yeah Damary was here. 

"Hey, where you going?" Adriana asked me, noticing I was getting up. 

"I need some water. Won't take long." I whispered, nodding her head. I walked away towards the door and quietly slipped out.

It was quiet, the only source of sound was my feet padding against the hardwood floor as I walked. Being to quiet my mind began swirling with questions. I needed to talk to Master Harry. 

I needed more answers, answers that only he could give me. And I will get them after I get this glass of water. Sighing, trying to get rid of this questions at the moment. I stepped inside the kitchen but halted once I saw his figure by the stove. He was humming a tone, while cooking something that smelled heavenly. 

Not bothering to announce myself, I walked to the cabinet, pulled out a glass and walked to the sink to fill it up with some water. By now I knew he had heard me. Once done with my water, I proceeded to wash it, dry it and put it back in its place. I could feel his eyes watching my every move but I didn't bother to look at him. 

"Like what you see." I spoke, breaking the silence. Hearing him clear his throat I knew I had caught him. 

"What are you doing here? I thought all the girls where in the movie room." His voice, raspy and deep. Sent unbeatable shivers down my spine, leaving a warm feeling at the pit of my stomach. Shit. "So?" He asked again. 

Realizing I hadn't responded I cursed and turned around. A gasp hitched in my throat, seeing his forest green eyes already starring back at me. Composing myself I breathed "Came for some water." Wanting to know what he was making with my own eyes. I made my way towards him, his eyes watching my every move but I didn't let them faze me. 

Once in from of him, I could see him visibly tense. Our bodies close, standing on my tippy toes I peeked behind him. "Mmm, Ricotta Spinaci Manicotti, sembra delizioso, scommessa che lo fa anche." I breathed out into his ear, smirking feeling him tense up more. 

Stepping back, I started to walk backwards not once leaving his gaze. "Well, imma head back. How hope enjoy your meal. Buonanotte Harry." Smiling, I turned around and fleeted towards my room. 

"Not so fast. Speaking Italian are we now. Hmm I wonder what other things those lips could do, tigrotta." He spoke huskily-making my insides twist with desire-nibbling at my earlobe. Moving his lips towards my jaw he began leaving pecks. 

Humming at the nice feeling, I gasp once I felt his teeth suck and pull at my neck. Fuck, he was leaving a mark. Placing his hands underneath my thighs. I wrapped them around his waist, securely not wanting to fall. 

"Mmmm..you smell wonderful tigrotta." He murmured nuzzling his nose against my neck.

"Do I now." I hummed in delight. Damn, what the fuck was he doing to me. I need to stop this before it goes any further. I need answers from him. Not tomorrow, not later, now

"Harry, stop." 

"Stop what, caro?" I could feel his smug smirk against my collarbones. He was finding my vulnerable state amusing. 

"No, we need to talk." I tried wriggling out of his grip, but he wouldn't place me down. "Now." I emphasized. 

Leisurely he let me down to the floor. Once standing on my two feet, I swept my fingers through my hair. "I don't want to talk." He rasped out.

Oh so you wanna make out but not talk, how chevalier. I mentally roll my eyes.

"We have to talk."

"No." He stubbornly said.

Sighing, I gave it a last chance. "Please, Harry." 

Visibly seeing him struggle, gave me hope that he'd actually have the dignity of telling me why he's been acting the way he was. I just want answers. Was that to hard to ask for.

"My room." With that he walked past me up to the stairway that led to his bedroom. "Now." He repeated the same words I had seconds ago used. Smirking, I inwardly chuckled and turned around following behind his physique figure. Hopefully once we're at his room I get the answers I've been seeking for that past days. 

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Translations: 

"Ricotta Spinaci Manicotti, sembra delizioso, scommessa che lo fa anche"

Translation: "Spinach Ricotta Manicotti, looks delicious, I bet it does too." 

"Buonanotte"
Translation: "Goodnight" 

"tigrotta"
Translation: "tiger"

"caro"
Translation: "darling" 

In this chapter I've used some Italian phrases and words. I'd like to go ahead and say sorry if any of the translations are inaccurate. Please note that my first language is English and not Italian. 

But if any of you know the right meaning of the phases or words. Please feel free to comment or contact me and I'll fix it as soon as possible. Thank you. 

Please excuse my grammatical errors. Thank you! :) 

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