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A metallic smell etched my nose, and I was in discomfort. "where the fuck am I".My vision was murky but all I saw was darkness.
I tried to make out where I was, but everywhere I touched was.....hard. Left.hard, Right?hard, Back.hard, Front. hard. "The fuck"
It felt like a cage, a very small human cage thingey. Blood was dried onto my face, I must've been in here for a while.
The cage was rocking and vibrating like I was being carried somewhere, by.....someone.
LET ME OUT !!, WHY THE FUCK AM I IN A CAGE! WHERE AM I? I began to bang on whatever I was in but it was no help.
It was getting harder to breathe and my breathing picked up.
Carbon.dy. fucking. oxide, I'm going to die from suffocation! I yelled.I could get my breathing under control or...I could bang on whatever this is until they stop, I choose the second option.
LET ME OUT !! WHY THE FUCK AM I IN HERE !! I continued to bang but they still wouldn't stop.
LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE !! I GONNA DIE YOU ASSHOLES !!.
It stopped and heard the door open and close, they must be coming. I'm gonna die from suffocation!! I exclaimed
They slid a black covering off of what seemed to be bars.
Why am I here? I spat. "Listen here you fuck, the only reason I haven't put a bullet in your head is because Jordan ordered me not to, so stop your shit !" he said with poison in his voice.
Am I supposed to be scared? I spat back.
"Carlos! He roared "Bring it " Bring what I screamed."Chloroform pretty princess" he expressed in a taunting tone. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening, they opened the door and held me down.
GET YOUR HAND OFF OF ME YOU CUNT !! A towel came over my face in a matter of seconds I was out. You fuckers, I whispered.
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The place felt softer like I was in a.....bed, I forced my eyes open I was in a room a very........large room. It felt as if my whole apartment could fit in here.
I felt weird....my clothes were changed, but the bigger picture is how am I gonna get out of here.
My eyes jolted toward the door, but I was yanked back, by something onto my ankle, I was a metal chain connected to what seemed to be a bolt under the bed.
A black box with a red blinking dot was connected to my left ankle. Defusing a bomb should be easy, just cut the right wire and don't die, simple enough.
Should I or should I not do i-. The door handle turned, and a tall muscular man with long hair and a suit .walked in.
"I see that you are awake" he stated mockingly. Yeah, I'm awake why the fuck am I in here and why the fuck is there a fucking bomb attached to my damn foot? I yelled.
"It's because I want Alessandro's head on a gold.fucking.platter," he replied in a serious tone.
What the fuck does that have to do with me !! "You're the only way to get to him" "I promised that fucker that id take everything he loves away from him, the night he took you with him "
So....so. You're the one who sent those Russian guys to my house?
Si (yes), "And it seems like you are excellent at the language"
Ok but that still doesn't explain why there's a fucking bomb attached to my foot! " "Yes and the only way for it to be removed is to remove it" He started laughing like a crazy person.
" I would wish for Alessandro to witness someone who he loves die! , just as I did "
"How could he possibly know what Alessandro just met me a while back ""Oh and it's not a bomb, when the time runs out Botulinum toxin will be injected into your body, and you won't feel a thing " He began laughing again, nothing about this is funny.
"This shit can block nerve functions and can lead to respiratory and muscular paralysis" I need plyers, shit shit, shit. "
Suddenly the door bashed open, Alessandro?I questioned "cucciola ?" He replied I got butterflies.
Shit.
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This chapter is short, im sorry*crying emoji.
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RomanceMirabelle is an 18-year-old who had a dreadful upbringing, with her mother committing suicide at a very young age and her father who was addicted to nicotine and cocaine would abuse her at any time he could....until Mirabella solved...the...problem...