I walk slowly as one of the men pulls me toward another group of men, each revealing a similar tattoo on the left arm. The tattoo read Forza and surrounded by a circular pattern. Forza is Italian for strength. Seeing as the tattoo was written in Italian I'm guessing that they are Italian. It was also kind of obvious by their facial features and how they were dressed.
We stop only inches away from the 5 Italian men. I try regaining control over my arm but the man holding my arm only grips me tighter. Causing my arm to begin turning cherry red. I release loud long breaths through my nose as we all stood there staring at each other for a few long minutes. Each deadly minute felt as though I was beginning to lose my mind to a world I like to call reality. Very dangerous world, trust me.
"Qui la sua ragazza, Ora dove e il mio soldi?" Says a man from behind me as he walks up to stand on my right. I guess it's a good thing my mother forced me into learning Italian so I could help her talk to hot Italian men. Or I would have no idea what anyone would be saying. This is what he told them; here's your girl, now where's my money?
"Mi sono il vostro soldi, non preoccupatevi, ma mi danno la ragazza prima." here's your money, don't worry, but give me the girl first.
"Approvazione." okay.
The man on my right motions to the man holding me to let go. He releases and pushes me towards the others, 2 of them quickly grab me before I can get out of reach and escape. Why do men always have to be so grabby? I swear I don't want to be touched by another man after this oh how exciting experience. I'm already beginning to appreciate personal space, let's face it, I'm turning claustrophobic.
"Uccideteli."kill them.
The 2 men holding me quickly pull me towards their car with the leader leading in front of them. I hear the sinning of guns as I am quickly shoved forward. I try to fight back, shoving them as hard as I can side to side. I stick my feet out so fast that they both immediately fall over in front of me. The pressure of their feet tripping over the sides of mine causes me to fall after them, pain rushes up both my ankles as I fall awkwardly towards them. I use my hands to push myself up off their back and as fast as I can twist my feet out from under them. One of them tries to grab my right foot but i twist my whole right side of my body so that it goes up into the air and over the other guy until landing backdown on both feet.
I start to run as fast as humanly possible, my lungs full of plenty of air to use; but my feet say otherwise. The pain in my ankles continue to spiral higher up my ankles with each step I take. I listen as all the men start to shout orders back and forth to each other in Italian while those not trying to kill the people who handed me over began chasing after me.
I try to keep long steady breaths as I run "almost" as fast as I can. I always like to save my energy up to the point that I really need it. Pain continues to rush up both of my legs as I continue to run away from who ever these people are. I clutch one of my hands on a deer crossing sign and use it to swing my body around it and leap down the steep mountainside. I lean back slightly uneasy at the rocky ground beneath me, rocks slide beneath my feet with each step I take. Rocks also come up from behind me hitting the backs of my feet causing me to lose my balance every once in a while because of the men trying to catch up to me.
A giant bolder appears in front of my as I turn slightly to the right over time. I leap up onto of it, taking 2 giant steps on it before jumping off of it and into the air. I land on the ground and start to run when my right foot gets stuck under a rock, explicit pain runs through my whole leg and the rest of my body as I continue rolling my way down the mountainside. My hold my hands up around my head and neck to protected them from the sharp rocks. I feel as my body starts to slow as I reach the bottom and land only feet away from more trees. I sprawl my body out on the dirt ground with small patches of grass, I raise my back up off the ground in pain, my eyes growing blurry from the pain. I look over towards the way I just came from, I could see blurry figures approaching me. Sliding skillfully down the rocks but also not good enough to keep their balance. I pick myself up carefully, trying not to agitate anything.
