*INNOCENT TEMPTATIONS || 18+ 🔞 🔞 🔞 🔞*
_Episode 34_
It was often that we, as humans took life for granted. We didn’t take time to cherish getting home safely, or sleeping in warm sheets, the comfort of our friends and family, the sound of annoyingly consistent birds chirping early in the morning.
Freedom to walk around during the day without worrying if you would get back to loved ones, simply trusting that the universe would have our back and we would end up right where we belonged every single time.
We failed to feel any sort of gratitude towards the earth, or God, or any higher power when we were constantly protected from the harmful happenings in every country, on every street, in every neighborhood, on a daily basis.
It was only now, seated in a cold dark alley, when I finally realized just how important it was to be thankful for my life. My head pounded against my skull and I brought my hands to the sides and rubbed small circles around the painful area, attempting to release some of my discomfort.
The man in front of me looked unbothered. A bored expression was plastered onto his familiar face. I took in every single detail of him. The scar above his left eyebrow that i had failed to notice the very first time I met him. His hands that noticeably shook every few seconds, the consequence of a bad drug habit.
It was right there. Right at the back of my head. He looked so familiar. His facial features were so recognizable, I just couldn’t put my finger on who I saw them on first.
“Gianna Vidal.” he tsked, prowling forward. He kneels down to my level and grabs a stray strand of my hair, twirling it in his calloused finger. He reeked of cigarettes and sweat and I grimaced, snapping my neck away from the man, which only caused him to laugh. “We meet again.”
I decided to ignore him. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having a conversation with me.”Oh, the silent treatment? I can work with that.” my vision lingered on the corner of the alley I was trapped in. If I just tried to run. There was a small sliver of a chance that I would make it unscathed. But even I wasn’t that naïve, it was no use. I immediately began to feel trapped, my breaths shortened and I shut my eyes tightly to avoid any tears leaking from my dull eyes. I wouldn’t let him see my fear. So instead, I stared right at him and without a second thought, I slapped him across the face.
That felt so good.
I anticipated his reaction. Watching as the initial shock left his expression and was replaced with a mocking smile. And then, he laughed.
It was manic.
The sound brought shivers down my spine.
“You little Bîtch.” his grey eyes blazed with fury and he grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. “You are so lucky I’m not in a violent mood today princess.” he spoke, before releasing my skin and grabbing a zip tie, tightening it around my wrists. I struggled against his hold but he was too strong and I cursed.
“Why are you doing this to me Jason?” I whispered, completely oblivious to why I was experiencing this.
“Oh Gianna.” he almost looked sad. “Poor innocent, young and naïve Girl.” he pulled out a sharp object from his back pocket. A small pocket knife engraved with the initials; J.F.
“Do you see what getting involved with bad men gets a beautiful girl like you into?” he asked, flipping the tool around.
What?
I contemplated lunging for the knife, but decided against it. By now my friends would’ve realized I’ve been gone for too long and are searching for me.
They’ll be here any minute now.
“I see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours. Come on, think.”
Alex. He was talking about Alex; I knew that much. But what did he have to do with any of this?
“You could’ve had any man you wanted. Me! You could’ve had me! I gave you the opportunity. I followed you to that club, I got you to dance with me.” he looked up, as if he was reminiscing on the night. A bright smile dawned on his face. “I got you to kiss me.” he sighed happily, but soon enough that smile turned into a deep scowl. “You were going to leave with me! But no, he just had to get involved.”
His breaths quickened and he tightly curled his fingers into a fist to calm himself down and I backed up against the wall, not wanting to be within proximity of that knife.
He was crazy.
But still, I had no clue why he was after me.
Jason chuckled darkly, looking back into my scared eyes. “My suspicions were instantly confirmed that night.” he nodded happily, taking a few steps closer to me.
“Alex Moritello was Fuçking someone. And it wasn’t my mom.”
“W-what?” I whispered, my eyes widening and his revelation.
Jason was…. Sarah’s son?
So crazy runs in the family?
Not the time Gianna.
“I finally had it. I had the one thing that would make my mom finally love me again. I just had to tell her about the affair. I was so close.” he whispered the last part, as if he was speaking to himself and completely forgot I was even here. I could use this as my escape, but something compelled me to stay. I needed to hear more of the story.
“But she accused me of lying.” his hand suddenly gripped my throat, constricting my airways and I let out a strangled scream. “She thought I was Fuçking lying!” his voice rose and his hand tightened around my neck. I clawed at his fingers and he looked down at me, oblivious to the pain he was causing. He instantly let go and I coughed, gasping for air as I tried to regain my breath. Tears welled up in my eyes but this time I couldn’t stop them from falling.
Okay, this had officially been the worst couple of days.
“I figured the more I followed you around, the more proof I could get. So, I trailed you to the cemetery. But I couldn’t stay away. I just had to hear your voice, touch your skin.” his hand traced the side of my face and I jerked away from him.
“T-that was you?” I asked, the memories of that day instantly flooding into my mind.
“T-that was you?” I asked, the memories of that day instantly flooding into my
mind.
“I was falling in love with you. And I just knew, given the chance, you would too.”
his gaze softened. “But you just wouldn’t stop seeing him! I thought I could let it go.
I thought you’d make the right choice. The best choice. But you didn’t.”I didn’t get
the chance to ask him what he meant before he began speaking again. “You didn’t
choose me. Like I had hoped you would. I had so much faith in you princess. So
much.”
He stayed silent for a few moments, watching me quietly. An eerie feeling lingered
around me but I shrugged it off.
“So, I took matters into my own hands. After seeing you with him, at that hotel. I
was furious.” his breathing accelerated just in time with my raging heartbeat. “You
deserved what I did to you that night in the park. You know that princess? You
deserved the pain. After all, my silly little girl was parading around with married
men. You deserved the texts. You deserved to feel hurt. Just as I did. Especially after
Fuçking pepper spraying my eyes! It took me days to recover from that.” he sneered,
picking up the long-forgotten pocket knife. He slowly dragged it down the side of
my arm and I wincedin pain as blood trickled down my smooth skin.
“P-please, Ill do wh@tëver you want just please let me go.” I begged, sobs breaking
through my body.
This was it. I was going to die today. I wouldn’t get to have kids, or get married. Or
know what true love felt like.
Who was I kidding, I know exactly what true love feels like.
He looked at me for a split second before laughing out loud. “Let you go? Now that
I’ve finally gotten to you, you’re more naive than I ever thought.” he checked the
time on his wrist watch, cursing at the numbers displayed at the gadget.
“It’s time.” he grabbed my arm and forcefully dragged me up. “We need to leave.”
“W-where are you taking me?” I stuttered my feet unable to keep up as he dragged
me forward.
Sh|t.
“W-what? No.” my lips trembled. “No please. C-continue the story, what made you
fall in love with me?” I asked, but it was no use, he ignored my question.
Think Gianna, think. What could make a psychopath distracted long enough to
open an escape window?
“What made Sarah h@të you?” I tried again, hoping this time it would work. And by
the confused expression on his face, I knew it did.
Bingo.
“Hh@të me?” he stuttered. As if the realization finally dawned on him. He let go of
my arm and paced back and forth on the concrete. “Nno. She doesn’t h@të me. She
can’t. I only made one mistake. No no no!”
“Has she has she ever told you that?” his voice came down to a whisper and I
shook my head frantically, not wanting teanger him anymore. “No. But I bet she’d”Has she has she ever told you that?” his voice came down to a whisper and I
shook my head frantically, not wanting to anger him anymore. “No. But I bet she’d
h@të it if you took me away. She wouldn’t want that.” I tried to persuade, hoping he
didn’t know too much of my twisted ‘friendship’ with Saralh.
That conniving Bîtch. She was probably picking out nursery colors with the man I
loved while I sat in a dark alleyway, on my way to be murdered by her wicked son.
Alex. I wonder if he missed me? My anger at him withered away when I thought
about how devasted he would if I had died at the hands ofhis wife’s son. Like the
noble man he is, he would blame it all on himself.
I wouldn’t let that happen. I had to get out of here.
He looked at me fora few seconds, contemplating the decision and I smiled,
enticing him to let me go.
“No.”
My smile dropped.
“What?”
“No. She wouldn’t want that. Mom h@tës you for ruining her marriage I know she
does.” he grabbed me again and I forced my heels into the concrete, attempting
to prolong the inevitable. “Im doing the right thing.” he murmured and as we got
further from the main street, I threw caution to the wind and took the risk.
I screamed. As loud as I could.
The sound startled him and I took that as my chance to run. As fast as I could in
the shoes I was wearing. I didn’t get far before he harshly gripped my hair and
slammed me against the brick wall. Stars clouded my vision for a little while and I
kneed him in the groin, causing him to collapse to the ground with a thud.
That always worked.
Igrabbed the fallen pocket knife from the ground and lifted it up in protection as
I watched him cłutch his genitals in pain. I prayed someone would walk by but I
knew it was too late for anyone to be out in this area anyway.
I had to get out of this, somehow.
The sound of steps caught my attention and my head snapped towards the
direction of the sound, hopeful for a savior but instead I was met with a curious
puppy. I furrowed my brows and stared at the familiar navy-blue collar around his
neck but before I could recognize it, everything went completely black.
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