7 Disbelief Brims Horror

Irene's PoV

"I am impressed" he smirked clutching my neck in his grip.

For squeezing the life out of my neck? What is there to be so impressed in torturing others?

"We have heard a lot about you, but I must say you have taken us by surprise" his fingers on my neck are not doing anything good to my mind.

I am going insane with the way his fingers are playing on my neck resulting in sweat and nervousness and now his words are making me seriously believe that he is mistaken.

"You can be the smartest one on the planet Ms.Iril Ranallo, and your games must have fooled millions but they won't work before us. So stop your act and do as asked, I think you don't need any introduction of what Zach Accardo can do to get things under his control" he smirked.

Oh my dear Lord so he is that Zach Accardo dad despised before the whole family gathering. Looks like Iril has messed up with a human devil.

However, all I could feel about him is a fool, he can be the biggest mafia king and even be a pain in the ass of my father but the way his men abducted me for my sister is kind of funny.

Don't they have a picture or other of Iril? How can they get me for her? We are universes apart in every damn thing.

"Boss looks like she is trained to stay mum" the beast who dragged me here stated.

"Let's see how long she can stay like that, I love challenging people" this man who introduced himself as Zach smirked, his rough fingers dangerously dancing on my neck.

I shook my head negative, I pointed at my throat and conveyed to them I am mute. Come on please believe me.

"Don't you know we are well versed with all your tricks? Staying mute, trying to act innocent, faking tears.. Arghhh Miss Iril Ranallo, I must say you are exactly keeping up to all the emergency details. Your confidence impressed me Miss Ranallo" his words hurt me.

Not because he was praising my sister, but the reality behind how different we are though we are exactly of the same age. She is confident, whereas I am shit scared.

God show me a way to make them believe I am not Iril.

With an idea strike my mind I put my right hand up in the air and wrote in the air. I asked for a pen and paper. I scribbled in the air until they understood what I have been asking for.

"She is asking for paper and pen" this man Zach stated and within a few seconds literally a few seconds I was handed a notepad and a pen.

Though it's been years my education was stopped, and I hold the pen I write over the windows and others with my fingers.

My hands shivered while holding the pen and this Zach looked intrigued at what I was trying to scribble.

'IRENE' I wrote in bold letters and forwarded it to him.

"Irene?" he quizzed rolling out my name from his mouth and that sounded soo freaking different and nice.

I pointed at the name I scribbled and pointed the index finger back at me trying to make them understand I am Irene.

"You are Irene?" Zach Accardo quizzed.

I nodded my head ferociously.

I grabbed notepad from his hand and scribbled, 'Iril - Sister'

"Iril is your sister?" he asked immediately. I was so happy that he could get my stupid handwriting.

I blinked and nodded my head. I went on doing hand actions, but I know no one can get what I am trying to say.

"Irene Ranallo?" he took my full name.

I nodded my head firmly and saw his expressions changing.

"So you are the sister of Iril Ranallo?" he quizzed.

I nodded again and there is a deep headache developing in the back of my head with all the travel and now this unstoppable questionnaire.

He looked at me from top to bottom and as his stare lingered on every part of me as if he was grabbing in details I felt utterly shy. My whole body was spread with heat as his stare stopped at the valley of my breasts and my hands were quick to adjust my dress, which is perfect in every way.

He looked into my eyes as I obstructed his view by placing my hands over my body. His lips curved into a sly grin as he looked into my eyes and as I was wondering whether he is smiling his sly smile vanished and he looked at his commandants.

"What do you think about this" he threw the notepad at them and the beast man caught it quickly.

"Boss, she is lying. There is no accord of Damian Ranallo having a second daughter. Not for once did anyone of us hear or anyone knows about the existence of another daughter. She is lying" the beast answered and all I want is to kick him, but neither do I have the strength nor am I trained in martial arts.

I moved my fingers quickly. 'Trust me, I am not the one whom you think I am as' I conveyed them in my language and they didn't get me.

"So I heard it right, Iril Ranallo is stubborn. However, you have never faced me" he smirked and that didn't look any good.

"Onar, petrol" was the only word that has come out of his mouth.

Petrol? What for?

Within a few minutes, one man got the petrol. Does this room have any magical powers? How are they getting every damn thing within seconds? It's imaginable to have a book and pen, but who the hell keeps petrol?

Before I could think further I felt my body getting wet, to my horror they pour the petrol over me and emptied the whole container over me. What the hell??

My mind froze as I saw Zach Accardo pulling a lighter and igniting the fire tapping on the lighter in his hand. His eyes were spitting fire more than that of the lighter.

Is this how I am going to Die??