Kirstin opens her eyes and her sight is filled with black. Pitch black. Her petite body is sore all over and her head feels like it's throbbing since it hurts so much. "M-Mitchy?" She croaks as she tries to move.
Her wrists are tied in front of her torso and her ankles feel like they're going to lose circulation due to the rope restraining them. Her gorgeous dress clings to her body, but it does nothing to keep her warm.
Kirstin shivers then hoists herself up from where she lays on the floor, causing her to groan in pain. Almost right after she sits up she can hear voices coming from outside of the room she's being held captive in.
"Did you kill him?" An extremely low voice questions and she swears it sounds familiar. "It's done, Boss." Another voice murmurs and Kirstin ponders who the two men are discussing. It doesn't take long for her to work out what's happening and she bites her lip.
They're talking about Mitch.
A tear hits her cheek as the door opens and the lights flicker on. "Mitch," She whispers as the bright lighting burns her eyes. "How are you feeling, Princesse?" Avriel Kaplan, the man with the low voice, asks as he stares at the little thing on the floor.
"Mitch." Kirstin repeats as she gazes up into his cold emerald eyes that are full of amusement. "What about him Princesse?" He kneels down in front of her and she pushes herself away, her eyes leaving his quickly.
"What did you do to him?" Avriel chuckles again and leans forward, grabbing her wrist before she can move them away. "You Italians, always caring more about your family than yourselves," He pulls out a blade and she gasps as he slashes the rope restraining her wrists.
"Your friend is fine Princesse, it just wouldn't have been smart to keep you both in the same room." She sighs in relief and Avriel cuts the rope around her ankles. Kirstin opens her mouth to say thank you but she shuts her mouth before she can.
One of the other men that came in with Avi notices this and he steps closer. "You better thank him, you little chienne ." (Bitch) Both Avriel and Kirstin look over towards him and she speaks before he can.
"I don't have to thank him for anything, especially not since you and your little Cub Scout leader fucking kidnapped me." She snaps and the blond that was at the club shakes his head. The man she had been talking to reaches forward to slap her but Avriel stops him.
"Don't Jeremy" He warns leaving both her and the man stunned. "How can you let this little Italian scum talk to you like that?" Jeremy asks and Avriel calmly begins to speak. "Because-" "Just fucking kill me now." Kirstin huffs under her breath.
Viridescent eyes turn to stare at her and she immediately regrets saying anything. Jeremy's hand flies across her face. "You little bitch!" The tall blond that had been standing silently throughout their little meeting quickly grabs the back of Jeremy's shirt and pulls him away.
"Let me have her Boss," Jeremy growls hungrily and Kirstin can feel the eyes of the three men burning into her. "I could use a nice little fuck like her." It's silent for a moment and she knows Avriel will probably give him his blessing.
To her surprise though, she hears a crack and her eyes widen. She turns around to see Jeremy holding his jaw as Avriel appears to tower over him. "Don't you talk about her like that, do you understand me? You want a hookup? Go find a prostitute."
Maybe he actually did care about her. Maybe he-
"She's mine, don't touch her, don't look at her, don't even breath in her direction until I have my way with her," Avriel growls coldly which makes her tremble. He's going to fuck her and let the other men finish with her.
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Armonia ☆ Kavi
FanfictionKirstin Maldonado. Fearless, Fiery, Italian. Avriel Kaplan. Cold, Sadistic, French. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Look at me," He whispers and she looks up into his viridescent eyes. "You will treat me with...