Cover art by me.
When you moved to Los Santos, you knew about the dangers of the part you moved to. But rent was cheap, work was everywhere and since your aunt died, you were on your own again.
Moving back to Los Santos was probably the best I could...
"Speak of the devil" you looked at the person who said it, it was the guy with the accent like he came from new zealand. My brain started working, thinking of things to say that would get me out of this situation. Suddenly I remember about the language cursuses I've done. I speak fluent Dutch, German, and I also knew a couple phrases in Italian and Russian.
"Scusi, che cosa ha detto??" (Excuse me, what did you say?) I spoke with a heavy italian accent. Fuck why did I choose italian? I'm way better at german or dutch!
The guys just looked at me confused, my plan is working. "Oi do you speak english?" the guy with a heavy australian accent said. I acted the best I could and looked at him confused. "Yeah I don't know who the fuck she is but this must be a different person" the tall guy said, facing the others. "Then why the fuck did she try to climb out that window?" the guy with the beautiful deep voice said. He looked very young, around 18 maybe? Suddenly someone spoke up. "So soltanto un po' di italiano, parla inglese?" (I only speak a little Italian, do you speak english?) a guy said, also with a very soothing and deep voice. Everyone looked at him confused,and I tried to remain calm. "Damn swagger, you understand her?" a guy said to the italian speaking male. Oh my fucking god they have someone who speaks italian. Only a little though. Don't blow this. Fuck fuck fuck. Don't stress out, they'll notice. "No, mi dispiace, ma non lo parlo" (I'm sorry, I don't speak English) I said, as calm as i can possibly be. I needed to refresh my memory a bit, picking my words very carefully. "Scusi, un informazione, per favore, perchè sei tu nella mia stanza?" (Excuse me, I need some information, please, why are you in my room?) The man looked at me, and narrowed his eyes a bit. I probably made a mistake in that sentence. Oh god don't freak out.
"Il diavolo fa le pentole ma non i coperchi " he said, slightly under his breath and walked towards me, and started to whisper in my ear. "We both know you're not italian, so do you want me to say it to the rest or do you wanna say it yourself, amore mio?" I just stared at him blankly, while the others were still confused about what was going on. He looked me in the eye, and I looked back at his. Not saying a word. He was very close to me too, and it made me freak out even more. I didn't show it though. He sighed, knowing I wasn't going to tell the men in front of me, and he turned around, standing up. "She's not italian, it's just a trick" he said in monotone, as he walked back to the corner, where he originally came from. He stared at me with a huge interest in his eyes. The eyes of the men are burning onto me, and it was silent for a moment. The tall guy faced a guy with a pink hoodie on paired with some glasses. "Was she the one you saw was being chased by terroriser?" he asked. The guy in the glasses just nodded. "I think so, yes." The tall man looked back at me and opened his mouth, ready to say something but got quickly interrupted by the australian guy. "Well this is going to be fun" the guy said with a smirk on his face, and walked towards me. I tried backing away, but I already leaned up against the wall. He kneeled down to me and grabbed my chin, lifting it up a bit. "It's not that weird they we're chasing you. You're hot and you speak italian" I felt blood rush towards my face, and I knew I was blushing. Snap out of it. "I can only imagine what else you're able to do" he said, inspecting my face. "Zuckles, you're creepy as fuck right now, step away from that poor girl" the guy in the pink hoodie said, and Zuckles backed away.
They we're just looking at me in silence again for a second, before I heard the tall guy talk again. "Stand up" he commanded me. I felt anger boil up again. What the fuck do all these people want from me? He stepped closer. "I said. Stand up" he said once more, and I slowly stood up, looking at him angry. "Raccoon, tie her hands together, and keep a watch on her. We're taking her to the base. Let's go." everyone nodded and got out of the bathroom, packing up their stuff. The guy with the deep voice walked towards me, and I just shook my head no. "Please" I said, and I heard a slight shiver in my voice. He looked at me, interested. But I noticed a slight empathy in his eyes, I think. He didn't say anything and just grabbed my wrist, moving me out of the bathroom. "Here" a guy said and threw handcuffs at the guy called raccoon. He held my arms behind my back and clicked them on, as I felt the tears come back up.
I thought I had escaped.
I thought I was free
But I was wrong.
UwU
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