Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 291: The planning - I

Evelyn tried to move her arms, legs or wiggle her toes. Anything, any kind of movement would have been appreciated, but none moved. Her brain was sluggish, her vision hazy and she failed to comprehend where she was.

Salvatore? Was he here?

"She’s up." someone said. "Do we-"

"Continue," a sharp voice cut her off. "She cannot do anything."

She can’t? Why?

Evelyn breathed in and her head lulled to the side, almost effortlessly, like it weighed nothing. Had she been drugged by them?

She blinked her eyes, which happened very slowly but she caught the vision of someone above her. Were they watching her? Something touched her face but at this point, she was not really sure.

What was happening? Had she lost all bodily controls?

Before evelyn could find out, her head started to feel heavy and she could almost feel herself sitting on a merry-go-round.

Desperately, Evelyn tried to blink her eyes to stay awake. Every time she fell asleep, something happened and this time she did not want to risk it. She could barely comprehend what was going on and none of her limbs moved according to her.

As much as she tried to blink repeatedly, she ultimately lost control. Trying as much as she tried to pull at the muscles of eyelid, Evelyn failed and gradually slipped into a deep sleep.

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The next time she woke up, she could roll her head around by her neck but it pained to do so. It took extra strength and buy extra cement if she could physically pull all the strength remaining in her body for one movement, it was that.

But at least she could move. Her eyes snapped open at that hour. She could move!

"You’re up,"

The excitement that came from the fact that she could finally moved washed out when she realised that she was in a room with a man.

Evelyn did not turn into the direction of the man. Had she been sold already? Had it been carried out while she was drugged or asleep or whatever it was?

Where was her husband?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he sighed, "that disobedience will have to be beaten out of you. I don’t tolerate it, and I wonder how your husband did."

Husband would like to spank her for it but that information for something she would definitely keep herself.

She lowered her eyes on the ground when she heard him near her. Who was this? Out of the four men that were sitting with Mehak that day, this has sounded awfully like the third one and the first one. Unless Evelyn saw his face, there was no way she would be able to recognise them.

Fingers gripped her chin harshly, tilting it up in an instant, making her a whimper in fear.

It was number three.

"You answer me when I call for you, get it?" He seethed out and Evelyn nodded. Hos Fingers squeezed her chin harshly, " I said, get it?"

"Yes," She whispered, her voice muffled by his fingers squeezing her cheeks.

"Good," he smirked but did not leave her face. "I am going to bid on you, Mrs Salvatore. It would be better if you choose not to disappoint me."

Evelyn gulped. The bidding was going to happen soon.

His thumb landed on the top of her lips and his eyes twinkled. "Has anyone ever told you that red suits you? The red lipstick makes me hard."

"I would love to see how red looks when it coats my dick." He chuckled, shaking his head.

The meaning of the word settled in and Her eyes widened at the threat he just gave her.

He left her chin and the moment he did, Evelyn took her chance and blurted out, " my husband is going to kill you."

He turned around and cocked a brow up. "Oh? Is he?" He chuckled and bent down slightly, "If the ever so great Don Alessandro was able to kill me, I would already be dead, excellent. He can’t do anything now."

He still could, could he not? Salvatore had a lot of power that this man was not aware of. He had many people in his pocket that this man might not have ever met. The power was unbalanced and her husband, at any day, would be able to kill him.

Evelyn slowly shook her head, not buying the bullshit the man was trying to feed her. "I don’t think you should bid on me. The only way you or any of your people are going to walk out of this alive, is by Bringing me to him."

Her voice might have wavered somewhere in between, but Evelyn did not let that get together. She was fine, her stay was the firm, her intentions firm as she addressed all of them to the man in front of her.

He scoffed and Evelyn recoiled. That action made her feel so degraded and small that all of the strength and courage that she had pulled out of nowhere disappeared.

He tsked, "I like my women bold but I like them bold in bed. If you cross that line anywhere else, mark my words, you will have to bear punishments."

He leaned right in front of her face and that’s when Evelyn realised that her hands for bound.

"My punishments are not going to be easy to deal with. They are going to be the punishment your husband probably inflicts on his men," a sick smile came to his face, "because if he infected them on you, your behaviour would be different."

Humiliation burned from her cheeks and went down to her toes. Tears gathered into her eyes but Evelyn could not afford to lose version of the man. So, she blinked them out, allowing tears to fall down to her cheeks.

He touched her cheeks, lightly tracing the soft skin. "Soon, Evelyn Bianchi. Soon."

Evelyn shook her head adamantly, "Never. Do you hear me— Ah!" I had turned to the side of the sudden force that she felt on her cheek.

He slapped her.

"I hear you, Evelyn." He sighed helplessly. "And I will correct you."