Mr. Mafia

three

I found myself waking up by my body rolling to the side of something and hitting myself. I fluttered my eyes open and they were all watery. I was crying.

No shit.

I looked around the place I was trapped and I realized that I was in the back of trunk of what I assumed what the BMW. I tried screaming or making a noise so somebody could hear me. But I couldn't. My throat was sore and I was pretty sure I couldn't even speak.

I shifted around but it was no use. My hands were tied. And my legs were tied as well. I wanted out. So I let whoever know I was up and awake by doing my best by stomping on the side of the car.

All of the men were talking rather loudly that i had to keep on stomping louder and louder until i noticed that all the men stopped talking and then the car halted to a stop.

Fuck what have i done.

I heard a door open and the sound of loud footsteps coming to the back of the trunk. I would be lying if i didn't say i was shitting bricks right now. I held my breath in anticipation as i waited for the trunk to open and then the man shoot me.

yes, i expected that a gun was going to be pulled on me. It had happen before. The man opened the trunk and i realized, i hadn't seen this man before, but i was pretty sure he was there too. I noticed he had a red cloth in his left hand.

What is it with these people and cloths. I couldn't speak. One my throat was sore. Two,there was tape covering my mouth. So i shaked my head, pleading him not to do anything. But the man just gave me a blank emotionless look and he pulled my body towards him and i tried to kick but he pinned my legs down. He roughly grabbed my face and he blindfolded me.

Suddenly, i had the feeling i was being carried. i tried wiggling out of this man's grip but it was no fucking use.

"Does she ever stop kicking?" a voice said.

"No. She's a fucking pain in the ass." Another voice said.

Now that was not nice.

"Shut the fuck up. We have other things to discuss." a man with an italian accent said.

Was it the same guy who called me bambola? The thought quickly left my mind as i heard another door open and i felt that i was being carried down somewhere. The sound of another door open and even though i was blindfolded, i could see a light turn on from a shadow.

I felt my body being sat on a chair or at least they tried. But i wouldn't let them sit me down. Until i felt hard hand push my stomach down, harshly. That fucking hurt. On my left shoulder, there was a hand holding me down until i felt what i assumed was a rope getting tied around my waist.

Suddenly i could feel the burning sensation that the tape being pulled off. "Fuck!" i manged to say, but it burned my throat. I felt a pair of hands untie the blindfold.

As i fluttered my eyes open, everything was blurry. I had to blink a couple of times before i could properly see. And right in front of me where four emotionless men looking at me straight in the eyes. I have trouble looking people in the eyes but i manged to look at them.

I sat their in silence for about four minutes. Neither i or the men had said anything. I did however notice the man who called bambola stare at me intensely. I found it rather quite uncomfertable. i don't know how but i manged to say something.

"I w-wont say anything." I said. It burned and pained my to say it.

The men didn't say anything.

"What do you want?" I said, barley able to get it out.

Again they just looked at me which annoyed me.