Willow’s POV:
1 hour later
I wake up with a ponding headache. I wince and slightly shift, when I feel something rough scratching my skin, I open my eyes to see myself tied to a chair by ropes that are very tight on me. I try my best to look around, but everything is dark. Where the hell am I and what happened to the others? Are they okay? I was about to move when the lights came on. They were barely on, but you could still see a little bit. I looked around and saw myself tied to a chair in a jail cell thing. I looked around until I saw my mom in the exact same position across from me.
“Mom” I said. She was unconscious. I tried to move to get out of these ropes, but they only hurt my skin. I heard a door open and heard some footsteps. I look up when I saw 2 guards and man standing outside my cell. They smirked when they saw me looking at them and awake. One of the guards let the man enter and he walked in until he was standing in front of me.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked. He had a French accent. “Am I supposed too?” I asked. I felt my head swing to the side as the side of my face burns. Did he just punch me? I spit out the blood in my mouth and looked at him with a glare. He smirked before introducing himself. “My name is Ivan Skimarks and I am the leader of the French mafia.” he said. I scoffed, his smirked faded before he punched me in the face again.
After a while of him yapping, he left, and his guards left after him. Soon after they left, mom woke up and was panicking and worrying about my safety. After a while the guards let us out of the chairs and chained us to the walls. Then they gave us a tray that had four slices of bread and those small, tiny water bottles. After we ate, we fell asleep.
I woke up to ice cold water being thrown on me. I sat up, gasping for air when I saw the two guards standing with empty buckets in their hands with smirks on their faces. They give us a tray with the same thing from last time but before I even reach for mine, I felt one of the guards kick me in the stomach and then I felt more hits and kicks being aimed at me as I heard my mom screaming and telling them to stop as tears leave her eyes.
After a while, they leave me laying there as mom tries to make me feel better. I close my eyes and let the darkness take me away. How did my life come like this? What did I do to these people?
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Short StoryA newborn baby was born as a premature baby, and she held a special place in mafias family's heart. The night she was born was a very exciting day for the Gonzales family yet was also the worst day for them too. The baby was kidnapped and taken away...
