21 year old Akaliyah Smith always wanted to be a nurse when it was her graduation at med school her mom didn't show up when she visited her mom home she didn't expect to see her mother. unconscious on the floor while rushing her mother to the ho...
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It has been a Month and my injuries has healed up so I may look as good as new but internally I'm broken,I'm hurt,I'm Angry.But if I really want my revenge I have to be focus and in Good shape because a dead person tells no tales, I've began to get a bit comfortable with some of the workers here as a way to fit in and get Information.
Everyone is preparing for the Christmas dinner that will be taking place tonight.Today I had to work in the kitchen especially since these bastards wanted a big extravagant Christmas dinner so best believe the kitchen will be packed .
As I stepped into the grand kitchen of the mansion, the familiar chill of winter was quickly replaced by an explosion of warmth and chaos. The air was thick with the tantalizing aroma of roasted meat, spices, and something sweet simmering on the stove. My fellow workers buzzed around like bees, each one rushing to prepare the extravagant Christmas feast.
the excitement peaked when the head chef barked, "Okay, everyone, let's make this feast a fucking spectacle!" As we all cheered, I couldn't help but laugh and think, only in this mafia den would cooking turn into a raucous celebration. And hey, if the food turned out half as good as the banter, we might just survive the evening with our limbs intact.
The day went by smoothly and it was time for the Christmas dinner
The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the grand dining room, illuminating the lavishly decorated table that felt like a cruel reminder of normalcy, a stark contrast to the prison I found myself in. Each exquisite detail of the setting seemed to mock my predicament.
The long, polished mahogany table was draped with a rich crimson velvet runner, the fabric soft and luxurious beneath my fingertips as I nervously traced its edge.
Atop the runner, gold-rimmed plates sparkled, each place setting carefully arranged with silver cutlery that gleamed under the soft glow of the crystal chandeliers overhead. Tall, elegant wine glasses were filled with deep red wine that swirled within, reflecting the flickering flames of the candles. The aroma wafting through the air was intoxicating an audacious demonstration of wealth that left my stomach churning.
As I glanced over the spread, my eyes widened at the sight of an opulent feast. Roasted meats, glistening with garlic and herbs, took center stage. A succulent turkey, its skin golden and crisp, was surrounded by a honey-glazed ham adorned with pineapple slices and cherries. On one end, a perfectly cooked prime rib rested in its own juices, accompanied by a delicate béarnaise sauce that beckoned to be tasted.
There were trays brimming with sides that seemed just as extravagant: truffle-infused mashed potatoes, creamy and velvety; a vibrant medley of roasted vegetables drizzled in balsamic glaze; and rich stuffing that filled the air with an earthy aroma. A colorful salad of pomegranate seeds, candied nuts, and goat cheese was poised elegantly in a crystal bowl, topped with a sprinkle of fresh herbs.
