She stared death in the face and she smiled.
At least that's what the stories said.
So they called her the queen of darkness.
But some knew better.
And so they called her the devil instead.
-S.E George
I'm not a complicated woman.
But I suppose...
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For fucks sake. Who the fuck turned the lights on? They're too bright. I only have to move my head an inch for it to burst with pain. Ow.
I debate whether or not to just lie here and go back to sleep, or pretend to anyways. I can feel the presence of someone else in the room, emanating authority. Principe.
I try to sit up, I'm lying down? I only get so far before I feel the chains constricting me, my hands bound together by chains to the legs of the bed. Having to lie on my side just to keep my hands from loosing blood circulation. I've come to hate this bed.
"Sorry about the restraints principessa, I'm sure you can understand why it might be necessary." He sits in a chair opposite me, deja vu much. He's relaxed, not worried about me getting out of here then.
"Watching me sleep? Slightly weird" I say with a small laugh, making my head pound. I laid back down fully, resting my eyes. "How long was I out?"
"Long enough to get you back here and check that you were ok. However, that's enough questions from you. I'm going to be the one asking the questions from here on out."
"Ask away" I don't bother to open my eyes, I need to talk myself out of this somehow. But in the back of my mind; I know it's going to be virtually impossible.
"So; why exactly do you have an arsenal to supply an army?"
"If I may be able so supply a small army. But I don't have one. Just me." I smile with my eyes closed, feeling his gaze fixed on me. "I think to answer your questions, I'm going to need to explain a few things first"
"Explain away, I'm excited to hear what you come up with." I ignore his suggestion that I'm about to lie. Because I am. I'm going to lie so much and so well that even I'll believe it's true.
"It starts with the American mafia. More specifically, Alexander Richards." I briefly register the shock and disdain on his face when I mention the name of the leader of the said mafia.
"I was out one night, it was my seventeenth birthday. I was with a friend, going to a club to celebrate. We had fake passports, thought we were being smart. Thought that nothing could go wrong. She'd been to the club before, it was a good place, not cheap but not too expensive." I took a pause to stifle a fake sob. Trying to shed the appropriate amount of tears. This far through the story shouldn't cause too much distress.
"We had a good night, but it was getting late. Early morning time I remember. My friend decided to go home with a girl she'd met, have some fun. I assured her that I'd be fine and get home safe. I'd never lied to her before that night.
I was stupid, drunk. I took a short cut, I was out later than my father had told me to be. I didn't want to get in trouble. But I found a different kind of trouble. Earlier that night a man made a pass at me, i declined." Another sob "I saw him at the exit to the alley. I turned around to find one of his friends walking towards me. I was trapped, seventeen, and scared shitless.
I had pepper spray in my bag, and knew basic self defence at the time, because of my father. They didn't take kindly to being rejected and then sprayed at. I got a letter through the post the next afternoon. A threat. 'You're dead bitch' I had told my father straight away, and he contacted his friends in the force. I had security around me and the house at all times. They knew who he was from a security camera near the alley. I had rejected Alexander Richards.
He was the one that killed my father. The reason I had to leave my old and innocent life behind. All because of one stupid mistake. I'm the reason my father is dead. The garage was left to me by my father, who had the armoury from his time undercover. I use it as a safe house. And I'm educated in using the weapons, I was advised to learn by the police that were protecting me themselves.
So in short, i was a women in the wrong place at the wrong time. And met a man who thought he deserved whatever he wanted. And when he was told no, he convinced himself I said yes." I had a few tears down my face. I might start believing in god if it means he believes me right now. "You're still running?" I can't read his expression. Other than that he is deep in thought. "I haven't stopped since, I moved away for a while then came back. Hid where he would think I wouldn't go back." "You're smart. We've established that already. But I don't believe that you are giving me the full story here." "I can't convince you otherwise. I've given you the truth, it's up to you to believe it" act innocent and you will appear innocent. Or at least I hope.
"I will find out the whole story. But for now, get some rest. By the way, I didn't enjoy tazing you." He gets up from the chair to exit when I see the limp and laugh. Worth the pain. "How's the leg by the way? Just a graze right?" He scowled at me, I was testing his patience. Good. If I have nothing to hide then I shouldn't be afraid to ruffle a few feathers.
"I'll see you soon" is the reply I get as he leaves. I might add, I'm still cuffed to the bed. Stronzo.
Time passes by painfully slow. I can't feel my right arm or either of my legs. And I know that when I do the pins and needles I'm going to feel will be excruciating.
I hear a knock on the door that makes me jump out of my skin in surprise. Only one person in this place knocks.
"I'm glad that you are ok Nat. And I apologise that your birthday was so.... Eventful?." I say groggily. She laughs and runs towards me.
"Nadia!" She's crying. Why is she crying? She comes over and hugs me tight. Squeezing the air out of me.
"What's wrong?" I ask as she hugs me slightly too tightly.
"I just didn't know if you were ok. And I don't know why you're chained to the bed. It's all so topsy turvy" she lets go reluctantly.
"You're not supposed to be in here are you?" I ask suspiciously. She just shakes her head in response and I let out a little laugh. This girl doesn't know what's good for her at all.
"I've got more of a past with the mafia than I admitted when I first got here. Your brother doesn't trust me very much, but I can't blame him. I should have told the truth from the beginning."
"But we don't exactly appear trustworthy do we? Hr kidnapped you! He can't blame you! That stronzo! When I get my hands on him I swear to-"
"It's ok Natasha; I promise I understand. I can't hold it against him. Hopefully I can prove my innocence in the future somehow." Hopefully I can get the hell out of here soon. But it's going to be harder, and I'm going to need a new plan.
"I'll help you. If it's the last thing I do I promise that we won't be the end of you. None of this is your fault" she's too good for this life. Too innocent. I wonder if she's who I would have been had it not been for my own upbringing. I don't think I would mind if that was so.
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