Captured (Unedited)

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Tatiana POV
My eyes fluttering open, not recognizing my surroundings, looking around I'm actually in a plane. Panic immediately rushes through me, looking around all the girls seem to be disorientated, "what is it cagna" (bitch) one of the men questions, my eyes widen, "uhm.....no...nothing" I stutter, seeing the bottle of water on the cup holder. Quickly grabbing it I take slow sips, counting to 10 trying to calm down. Looking around the plane, the men looked scary. The rest of the plane ride is filled with silence, the girls occasionally getting yelled at for crying.

Landing we guided to cars, the sudden light blinding me, too afraid to ask where am I. Getting in the car I sat by the window, praying I see a place I recognize. The place is beautiful, the environment calm, but still not recognizing a damn thing. Driving past the places, the car drives towards a secluded area surrounded by trees. Coming to a stop, staring ahead. My eyes widen at the house in front of me, more like a hotel. It's huge, the driver rolls down the window, speaking a language I definitely didn't recognize before driving through. Looking around, men carrying machine guns surround the area, the car coming to a stop the door is opened, "Get out!!" The man yells, "if you try anything these men won't hesitate to shoot!!!" The man's accent deep. Scurrying out, instead of going to the front door of the house we led away, hugging my body as the cold air hits my bare skin, holding in the whimpers, trying my best not to give those men the satisfaction. We met with a small version of the house, getting in the place seemed darker, totally different from what's on the outside. Grabbing us by our shoulders we forced to stand in a single file. My body shivering from fear and discomfort.

Keeping my eyes straight ahead, in walks a man, my eyes widened at his presence. His aura and dominance filling the room, his dark hair sleeked back, his muscles budging out of his white shirt, his height insane in his black dress pants, he has to be at least 6'2, the look in his eyes could have any man cowering in fear.

Walking over to his men, "sono loro?" (are they the ones?), his voice deep which could make any woman moan out, turning to face us my eyes widen at the sight. The entire left side of his face damaged with scars, his one eye loopy from the severe scaring, the most significant one running down his jaw line to the side of lips along with a deeper scar running across his lips, his cheek slightly wrinkled out which seemed more like....a burn, his green eyes standing out, his stare intense.

Eyeing us one by one, his eyes make contact with mine, his eyes cold, not wanting to break the staring contest I continue looking into his, "cosa le è successo?" (What happened to her?) he says to one of  the men motioning to me, confused as to what he's saying. I remain in place, my heart racing. "non lo sappiamo, l'abbiamo trovata così" (We don't know, we found her like that ) One of the men respond. Eyeing me up and down. Pacing the room, "Mattia?" He calls out, the man rushing to his side, "capo?" (Boss?) The man questions, "portali tutti alla casa delle prostitute, prendi l'ultimo laggiù per le cameriere, falli pulirle, lascialo a me"    (Take them all to the whore house, then take the last one to the maids)  my eyes widen at the word "prostitute" . One of the men stalk towards my side, my fear growing. Immediately stopping before me, his hands roughly grabbing the girl standing next to me, pulling her along as the other girls were forced out. Leaving me standing alone, glued to my position. Eyeing me one more time he takes slow steps towards me, my body shivering in fear, what if I'm the prostitute. One of the men walking over towards me, "follow me" he says, too afraid to fight I quickly do as I'm told, guiding me outside, making our way towards what I assume is the large house, opening the door I follow behind him. The house is even better on the inside, screaming money.