she lays there, her legs bound by a rope, her arms cuffed behind her back, and a gag covering her thick lips. the cuffs cut into her skin, leaving purple and red bruises and cuts in its wake.
how long have i been here? she wonders to herself, her breath coming out in short pants as her eyes graze across the room she's been in for what seems like days. her lips, underneath the gag, are chapped and dry, bleeding.
her eyes are bloodshot, a result of sleepless nights. she closes her eyes in desperation, looking around the small, concrete room she was put in. i need to get out of here fast.
suddenly, the door to her left; the only door in her whole room, creaks open. her chest tightens, yet she says nothing as the door widens, basking her in warmth from the rest of the house.
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Fanfictionin which a girl finds herself far from home and with a mafia leader's son who has a knack for posting pictures of her on his instagram. started; [16/07/10] revised; [16/08/10] completed; [--/--/--] ⇸ lowercase intended ⇸ plot and original character...
