Kiss

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I was thrown into the backseat of a car, the older man quickly took off the sack. I kicked and fought him as his arms slipped around my neck and waist to hold me still, I bit down harshly on the mans wrist for him to let me go, he groaned in agony, blood streamed down his arm as he held up a white cloth to my mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I passed out. I woke up later in a dark room with the dark burlap sack over my head again. I was sitting on my knees on a cold, hard floor with my hands tied behind my back,
"we found er" the squeaky man said, pulling the sack off my head. My sight was blurry but once I regained my vision I was clearly able to see a very large older man sitting on a chair, right in front of me. It was cold and dark in the room. The man in front of me was smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of wine. He had a small table next to him with various small knives laid upon it, he gently set his half empty wine glass onto the table. I swore I knew this man, "F-Fat Tony?-" he interrupted me " Kiss..." he held out his hand which had multiple golden rings on them, I lightly kissed each of them " Now you may speak", " Why am I here, I didn't do anything wrong did?" I asked,the big man lifted an eyebrow and peered around the room to his little gang, he frowned "No, but you owe me something" he explained " Excuse me sir but I technically don't even know who you are? - well I don't know you that well to owe you anything that is " I reasoned he chuckled
"As surprising as it seems, you do..." ,
" w-what do I owe you?" I asked " 15 million dollars" he said " 15 million dollars?!?" I asked
" Yes",
" But sir I don't have that kind of money...and how?" I said, he looked at me " Mayor Quimby told me you had it , of course I didn't believe him but I want to be certain..." he said " Why does he owe you?" I asked " We'll discuss that later" he replied, I raised an eyebrow " Later? Like I would ever wanna come back here?-I want answers." I demanded "It is truthfully none of you business " he said , he looked me down for a while " What is it?..."  I mumbled, he rested his face on his hand "Oh nothing, Boys you can let her go" he said, the two nodded their heads and assisted me off the ground " You commin ton?" The younger man asked " Nah, I'll be sharpening my knives, this time bring me Krusty or, that sleazy bartender " he explained " Just be gentle with her, she's fragile" he chuckled, the older man grabbed my hands and crossed them behind my back to hold my wrist in place, I stumbled back to my feet. They both assisted me outside, along with themselves, into a cold stary night. The sky was stunning. They led me around back to where all the cars were, no one was in sight. If someone got killed here nobody would ever hear them scream. The older man kept a tight grip on my wrists as the younger man lit himself a new cigar " Think you can hold her for me?" The older man asked, my heart started pounding " Yeah, sure" the younger man said, He held my wrists even tighter while the other guy lit his cigar . The older man held my face tightly and looked me in the eyes " Alrighty princess, by now we would've whacked you to make ya lose your consciousness " he explained " But the boss man likes yah, and we do to, so were gonna let you free...that being said you ain't tellin no one of this. Got that?"He ordered, I shook my head up and down " YOU HEARIN ME?!?" He yelled, I " Y-Yes!" I yelped, I started crying "Okay......go" he ordered, I slowly ran for it and kept running until I was out of sight, I kept running until I couldn't. I tripped and laid flat on the ground in my from yard. I started thinking of how pathetic I looked, being a 25 year old woman, crying on my front lawn. I stood up and wiped my hands off, it was cold and muddy, upon being outside it had started to rain. I walked inside and decided to take a quick shower, the hot water felt great and my knees were all cut and bruised. I even had to throw away my favorite skirt and stockings because they got all cut up in the grass.

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