Voices that seem to be speaking a foreign language surrounded Venus. Certain time a word, or phrase, sounded familiar but didn’t necessarily retain. Why was everything so dark? The voices seem so displaced –near, and then far, but always in that echoing ambiance which made it all the more spooky. Did Venus suddenly become schizophrenic? Eventually hearing the voices changed to more physical experience. Venus felt pain emanating and often a prick that felt just like needles? Yet, in this darkness she could find that connection from brain to hand to fight off whatever was making her uncomfortable. Sometimes she attempted to scream in the dark prison and nothing came out. Not one damn sound. What the hell was going on?
“She’s coming around. Continue with the injections as the Boss instructed. When he’s ready for her” A male voice stated. “He’ll let you know what to do next.” Footsteps were not stifled and one could only speculate it was over hardwood floors. Or was it tile? Then the door shut. Who else was left in the room?
“Easy don’t overwork yourself Venus.” A soothing voice stated while a soft hand that had a sort of fragrance to them caressed over Venus cheek. Kindness moved manicured finger nails through her scalp.
Slowly that understanding came to the brain. Venus had awoken in an unknown bed. How long had she been unconscious? Memory blacked out after the heinous sexual treatments in Giovanni’s car that mentally broke her. Now where was she? Hands tried to move but were restricted by tight bindings about her wrists. Out of anxiety Venus went to use her feet instead to franticly get up and those too were in tight bindings about the ankles. That Lycan strength did not obey breaking these things that contained her. What was available for movement was that sensuous hip movements. Bucking upwards in order to arch her back she could feel the sheets and comforter seducing her nude form. Thank god they least granted her modesty. Considering her host did not in his vehicle. Venus screamed in aggravation through out all her ambiguous alterations to free herself. Palms pressed down upon her shoulders to weigh her down to cease fighting.
“Behave Venus or you’ll bring in his goons. Do you want to forfeit your life? Think of your family..” the woman’s voice forewarned.
Family. Vincent. Friends. These are the things she valued the most and certainly would not wish anyone of them to be put in harms way. Venus stemmed from a tragic past from the mafia. They put her life at a continual distance from ever being close to anyone, because they become a liability. Gradually that tantrum subdued to be the only thing heard was heavy breathing from Venus nostrils. Few moments in silence past and the woman’s hands eased off Venus shoulders giving her room to be comfortable. Still what perplexed Venus the most was the darkness. Wait her eyelashes moved up and down. She felt them brush against her cheeks?
“Why can’t I see? What have you done to my eyes?” Contrary to struggling with the rest of her body her head shook repetitively back and forth bashing once cheek to the next against the soft pillows that prompted her up.
“He has you drugged so that you cannot see where you’re at. Nor use your strength to free yourself. I’m Shannon your care-taker for now. Do you wish anything to drink, eat ..” Shannon did not invade Venus figure again. For now she spoke and tided up the comforter that the lovely prisoner disheveled when squirming so much.
Venus said nothing. Turning her head away from the woman and becoming withdrawn.
“Silent treatment Ms. Venus? I understand. Perhaps later?” Shannon’s voice trailed off with her footsteps out the door.
Room fell silent. So they handicapped her with blindness. Coward bastards!? At this point she should be feeling rather helpless. Venus abolished all discouragements from entering her mind. Those who loved her and protected her would come. These people wouldn’t stand a fucking chance. Of course she didn’t dwell to long because she was feeling lethargic, dizzy before passing out again. As she drifted off she pondered if she was truly alone? Where they only pretending to have left?
-- Edited by VENUS AMORTI on Wednesday 29th of June 2011 06:22:59 AM
Was that Zoe calling to her? Venus found that she was standing in the middle of the house foyer alone. Uncertain what to do she took a moment to look left to right studying the familiar place called home. Through the blinds she could see the change in the skyline as dusk was setting. Her name was called by others that lived in the house. Eagerly she ran through the house towards the voices that called her name. Passing familiar settings that were place specifically in certain places to décor their entire home. Smells that radiated throughout the house attacked her sensitive Lycan nose rejuvenating her spirit. She was home –welcomed, loved, and needed.
Approaching a sliding glass door those rare erotic sea-green eyes viewed through them. What she looked upon made her heart fluttered so rapidly it was hard to contain showing the excitement. Franticly wanting to join in what she saw outside in their very back yard. Her fingers worked franticly to make it possible by sliding the glass door open. That is when the sounds from all those who called out for her became louder.
What did she see?
Geller stood at his immaculate grill waving a spatchula in the air at her. Few of his friends gathered around him drinking. Enjoying that same eagerness for the food to be done, and holding beers while chit-chatting; like Ash, Milo and Otis.Then the women were segregated to the other side of the monstrous deck setting up the table with other foods –Jessica, Nike, Zoe, Maya, Alex, Silent to name a few. Out in the yard itself were the Dee-Dee, Trent, Theo & Alex, Sirus, Vincent all being communicating to prepare for that Fourth of July spectacular?Naturally there were others come to celebrate at the Geller Homestead. This is what Venus brought her hands to her lips in ecstatic happiness. This is what she always dreamed of for her family and friends. Just to be with one another and enjoy life as it should –wondrously content.
They all turned to smile at her. As if on cue they understood exactly how she felt. Geller put the spatchula down, while excusing himself from his small circle of friends observing him cook. He’s masculine stride was absolutely beautiful to watch. A karma around him that made him the light everyone wanted to moth around. You just couldn’t deny watching him.Then as if he was about to embrace her in those stalwart built. Feel the compassionate arms that squeezed about her many times –did not happen.Geller brutishly slapped her face. When she looked up to understand why he did it? His face held the resentment of someone who wanted her dead. His lips spoke but it was not his voice.
“Wake up bitch.”
Drugs were a treacherous equation to Venus current predicament. It blinded her, kept her strength subdued, and it also stimulated memories and visions with things she desired most. It was the cruelest things he had to deal with being held in the mafia’s grasp.They must have known beatings; humility was easy to heal from. Mentally fucking with someone’s mind did not heal so quickly. Another slap to the face brought Venus rapidly out of her dream state to the familiar darkness of the room.She could smell Shannon who stood a distance away. The person slapping her was new. Jaw moved back and forth to stop that slap skin sensation. A weak moan protested to the abuse.
“Dumb brod – if I had my way with you. I’d have a bullet to your head already. You’re not worth this kind of attention. Not with the shit and your sister pulled. “ Greedy bastard shoved his massive palm under her head and to grip the thick blonde hair.He uplifted her head in an awkward disposition. Causing her own chin to ram into her collar bone. This also cut off that air passage from being angled this way. She grunted uncomfortably as he tormented her for fun. He was trying to arch her off the bed but her arms being bound outwards (like being on a cross) did not want to follow. She felt the horrendous pull in her arm sockets as if she was on a medieval rack being bullied to confess her sins.More he pushed on her neck it became to choke. Binds about her wrist were cutting into the skin making this excruciating. Venus eyes were rolling backwards into behind eye lids during her suffering, and her lips parted further apart to release the victim sonnet cry to appease her judge and jury.
“That’s enough Vinney! He did not give you permission to practice your own arrogant methods. You know better to toy with Giovanni’s possessions. Least I remind you “ Before Shannon could remind Vinney the man descended his hands on the trembling woman suffering by his own minor punishment methods. He immediately released her and letting Venus fall backwards upon the bed. Disregarding her as if he could care less what the hell she was to Giovanni.That was Vinney’s prideful reaction for being the lower man doing shit tasks for his boss.He grabbed the drug vile, syringe off the night stand rather irritated. He wanted to do more then just fucking injects the bitch? It took him a few moments to gather what he brought into the room before leaving –slamming the door behind him.
Shannon was in no mood for his dramatics this day. It was her duty to attend to Venus. Even if her kindness could be misconstrued as trying to be friend; in truth she wasn’t. Wheels across the hard wooden floor indicated that Shannon was tugging something behind her –it sounded like a trolley, because you could hear the metal and things on it rattling softly. Smell of food that enticed her to dream about Geller’s cooking could not be identify. Venus jerked away from Shannon’s touch not wishing her sympathy. Wanting Shannon to just stop with the polite façade…
“Why doesn’t he just kill me? Or why the hell are you feeding me and healing my wounds. Just stop trying to make me comforterable when I’m not.”Venus snarled at the hands trying to give her some easements while being a prisoner.
“I admire your need for me to monologue this sickening plan my boss has for you. It won’t work. Either you cooperate or we could send for visitors. You’d like that? Have maybe Zoe brought here. Maybe Dee-Dee..” Shannon grabbed Venus near limp figure under the arm pits to host her up back comfortably onto the pillow. Like a snake waiting to see what nerve ending was the most sensitive she then said the last name. “How about Geller – Vincent perchance? Would you like to hear their visit? “ When Shannon spoke about getting a visit about her family members. It wasn’t the kind of visit you gain from them in the hospital. It was the kinds of visit were that family member would be vindictively mutilated in front of you to sway your allegiances to the mob. Venus knew they’d do it too. It took all the strength in her being not to show defeated tears. Though it wasn’t impossible to see how intense Venus face demonstrated emotional anger in her lower lip trembling. While whispering under her breath all the foul language she could muster to say - I hate you people
“Now would you like breakfast or a nice sponge bath mmmm?” Victoriously Shannon smiled learning just were to prod Venus the most. Shannon looked over her shoulder and gave Giovanni a wink, which he had been standing there observing in silence. He did promise to toy. Boy did he.
“Bath…” Fingers clenched to feel those nails dig into her palms. She hated being the pawn in order to get what they wanted. What bloody choice did she have? Venus was protecting those who she loved.
