The Mighty Marco Alessandro

I will do anything

Third person POV

Jessica's eyes flickered open, her gaze fluttering wildly as she took in her surroundings. She was met with an unfamiliar sight: cold, grey walls that seemed to close in on her, and a single, flickering light bulb that cast eerie shadows on the floor. Her mind was foggy, her thoughts disjointed, but as she struggled to sit up, a wave of panic washed over her.

Where was Chloe? Her daughter was always by her side, but now she was nowhere to be found. Jessica's eyes scanned the room frantically, her heart racing with fear. She called out for Chloe, her voice hoarse from disuse, but there was no response.

"Who's there?" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. She called for help, screaming at the top of her lungs, but nobody came to her rescue. The silence was oppressive, a heavy weight that pressed down on her chest.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally creaked open, the sound echoing through the room like a death knell. A figure clad in a crisp, black uniform strode into the room, his face impassive, his eyes hidden behind a pair of mirrored sunglasses.

He walked over to where Jessica was sitting, his movements economical and precise. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed Jessica's arm, his grip like a vice. He dragged her out of the room, Jessica's feet scrabbling against the floor as she struggled to keep up.

Jessica struggled against the guard's iron grip, her eyes wild with fear. "Where are you taking me? Where's my daughter?" she demanded, her voice trembling with desperation. But the guard's face remained impassive, his expression unyielding as he dragged her down the corridor.

Tears streamed down from her pale face, her cheeks streaked with mascara as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her eyes pleaded with the guard to show mercy, but he just kept moving forward, his grip on her arm tightening as she tried to break free.

Finally, the guard stopped in front of a door, his hand reaching out to grasp the handle. He flung the door open, revealing a dimly lit room with cold, grey walls. Without ceremony, he tossed Jessica inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

"She's here, sir," the guard announced, his voice firm but respectful. A man emerged from the inner room, his presence commanding attention. He walked with a confident stride, his eyes fixed on Jessica as he approached her.

As he reached out to raise her jaw with his hand, Jessica's eyes flashed with fear and desperation. "Please let my daughter go," she cried, her voice cracking with emotion. "Where did you put my daughter?" Tears streamed down her face as she begged for answers, her body trembling with anxiety.

The man's grip on her jaw was firm, but not ungentle. He examined her face, his eyes searching for something, but Jessica's gaze was fixed on his, pleading for mercy. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Tell me what you've done with my daughter."

"I heard you have been shouting for us to free your daughter," the man said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But let me make one thing clear: I made the rules here, and you don't dare dictate to me." He sneered at Jessica, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're in no position to make demands."

Jessica's face contorted in anguish as she pleaded with the man. "Please, let my daughter go," she begged, her voice cracking with desperation. "She's too young to face this. You can use my kidney, you can even kill me after this, but please, I'm begging you, release my daughter." Tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees, her hands clasped together in a desperate prayer.

The man's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he asked, "What do I have in return if I release your daughter?" His voice was laced with a hint of curiosity, but also a sense of calculation, as if he was weighing the potential benefits of sparing Jessica's daughter.

Jessica's face lit up with a desperate hope as she pleaded, "I will do anything you want, anything at all. Just don't hurt my daughter." Her voice was trembling, her words tumbling out in a rush as she begged for mercy. She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I'll give you my life, my freedom, anything. Just please, please don't harm my child."

"Anything I want?" The man's voice was laced with a sinister amusement, his eyes glinting with a malevolent intent. "There's nothing you can do for me, nothing you possess that I could possibly desire. The only thing I need from you, Jessica, is your kidneys." He paused, his gaze lingering on her with an unnerving intensity. "You are useless to me without them, and I've learned that one of your kidneys is even damaged. But I don't care about that. I need the strong one, and I need it badly."

"Please, I will give you my kidney," Jessica pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. "Just let my daughter go. She's innocent, she doesn't deserve to be caught up in this." Tears streamed down her face as she begged for mercy.

The man's expression remained unmoved, his eyes cold and calculating. "Don't you get it, Jessica?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. "We can't just leave your daughter to roam around the streets. That would be very bad for her. No, we will help you take good care of her. We will provide for her, protect her... and you will never see her again." His words hung in the air like a death sentence, leaving Jessica shattered and helpless.

"Please, let her go," Jessica pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation. "She can take care of herself." But her words fell on deaf ears.

The man's face twisted in anger, his hand flying up to land a vicious slap on Jessica's face. The sound echoed through the room, making Jessica's head spin.

"Keep quiet, you're starting to annoy me," the man yelled, his voice thundering through the room. "If you're not careful, I'll kill you right now!" His eyes blazed with fury, his face red with rage.

Just as it seemed like the man was about to lose control completely, his phone rang loudly, shattering the tense silence. He quickly swiped to answer the call, his expression changing from anger to curiosity as he listened to the caller.

For several minutes, the man spoke with the caller, his voice low and urgent. Jessica watched him, her heart pounding in her chest, as she wondered who was on the other end of the call and what they wanted.

Finally, the man ended the call, his expression thoughtful.

The man's gaze locked onto Jessica's, his eyes glinting with a calculating intensity. "You said you would do anything, right?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Jessica's eyes darted wildly, her mind racing with the implications of her promise. But she knew she had no choice. She nodded her head quickly, desperately, willing to agree to anything if it meant saving her daughter.

The man's face twisted into a cold, mirthless smile. "Fine," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You will have to sign a form stating that you willingly donate your kidney to us." He snapped his fingers, and one of the guards stepped forward, a clipboard and pen at the ready.