Crimson Nightmares

Chapter six

I stared at the man in front of me. Oh, well. Maybe fighting a whole mafia wasn't a great idea. I had already killed twenty-eight of their men. The rope that bound me to the chair was burning my skin. I could feel it through my body. The pain was unbearable, but I didn't show it. I wasn't going to show him how much pain I was in. "Where's your boss?" His voice was rough and serious.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't have one!" He pulled out the knife that he had been using earlier and dragged it down my cheek. A stinging pain came over me, but I kept my face straight. He smiled and pulled a phone out of his pocket. "What?"

"Yeah, it's me. Yeah. No, it doesn't matter; just get here as fast as you can. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ok, bye."

"Who was that?"

"No one. It doesn't matter. Now shut up and stay quiet, or I will cut your tongue out."

I laughed and looked at him. "If that was supposed to intimidate me, it didn't work. I'm already tied up, so what's the worst?" He raised the knife and brought it down to my shoulder. He stabbed me and twisted the knife. I smiled and gave him a teasing look.

"That was the worst, bitch. Now stay the hell quiet."

"Fuck you." I hissed. He punched me in the face and kicked the chair over. My head slammed against the cold, concrete floor. My vision blurred and became spotted. I tried to move, but I couldn't. My arms were still bound. He kicked me in the ribs. The sound of a car door shutting snapped me out of my daze. "Hey, get in here." He yelled. Two people walked into the room. A man and a woman. Both of them were dressed in black. The girl was taller than the man. Her hair was black and tied in a spiked bun. She wore tight black pants and a dark red vintage blouse. The man was tall—at least six feet. "Look, you have two options. Die or join us. You have proven yourself to fit in, so what do you say? Come join the Crimson Mafia."

I laughed. "Hell no, fuck off." He frowned and looked at the woman. I do have to say that the thought of joining the mafia was interesting, but I wanted to get more. I could wait. They would make a better offer than I would. "Can you do something about this?" She nodded and walked up to me. "I'm not untying you."

"You're going to leave me here like this?" I laughed.

"Yes."

"Well, that's rude."

"You killed about 25 of our men. You think we are going to be nice to you?"

"Well, no, but this is a little harsh." She rolled her eyes and grabbed a knife off the table. I winced.

"Relax; I'm not going to stab you." She cut the rope, and I stood up. My head throbbed, and the room was spinning. "Here. Go rest. You've earned it."

"I thought you weren't going to cut the rope."

"I changed my mind. Now go rest."

"What, no. I'm fine. Just tell me where the boss is, and I'll kill him."

The woman laughed. "That's cute, but I think you should sit down. You're going to fall over."

"No, I won't,"

"Look. You really should join the mafia. It is not as bad as you think. Sure, the boss can be tough, but he cares about us. And you won't be working as a slave. You will be an assassin or robber, or you can be an infusionist. You would go out and deal with other mafias and shit."

"How about this? You come and stay the night, and we will see how things turn out." The man said

"Alright, but one more thing. What's your name?"

"Isidor Eduard"

"I am Thaïs Andréa."