This story is about an 18 year old girl whose name is McKenzie. Full name; McKenzie Baker. She grew up with somewhat loving parents. Her mother cared so dearly for her and so did her father...kind of. He neglected her but paid more attention to her...
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I woke up from an annoying pounding in my head. The room I was in was pitch black, I couldn't see anything even if I squinted my eyes.
I tried listening for breathing, Brooklyn's breathing to be exact. I wanted to be sure if she was okay. I didn't want to lose her too...
As I was listening, I heard voices speaking a different language. Russian.
FUCK. There's no way in hell we just got fucking kidnapped by the Russian Mafia. These motherfuckers don't give a fuck about anything. Half of the time not even their own fucking family.
"Скажи боссу, что мы поймали этих чертовых девчонок."
(Tell the boss we got the fucking girls.)
Oh, thank God I was interested in a couple of Russian movies enough to learn a little.
What the fuck are they talking about?
I tried moving my arms, just to find out they were tied behind my back. Fuck. I should've known my arms weren't going to be free.
When I tugged harder on the rope hoping it'll break eventually, I was making loud noises. Knocking other things in the wall and stuff falling completely over.
Oops. I just want to find Brooke and make sure she's okay. That's all I'm worried about right now.
"Я слышу шум из одной из комнат. Я пойду посмотрю, не встала ли одна из девушек."
(I hear noises from one of the rooms. I'm going to see if one of the girls are up.)
"Fuck" I mumbled under my breath, tugging at the rope repeatedly unintentionally making more and more noise.
Soon after the door swung open revealing a big man dressed in all black with a black mask covering his face.
"Ah, ты проснулся" he said, his eyes showing amusement as he watched me squirm in the wooden chair.
(you're awake)
"I don't understand shit you're saying." I lied, constantly tugging on the rope.
"You're not getting out of that rope." He said, his thick Russian accent coming out perfect.
"Shut the fuck up and let me go! Where's my best fucking friend?!" I yell, but soon after a sting is felt on my left cheek.
He fucking slapped me.
"Watch you're fucking mouth talking to me or anyone here like that, маленькая сучка" He spat at me.
(little bitch)
"And don't worry about your little slutty friend, unfortunately she's okay."
