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...
The men guided me through the back door of the hotel, where they entered a big van, throwing me in it. I wanted to scream, but when I tried that back when we left the room raccoon placed duck tape on my mouth, muffling my screams. All the way down to the van I tried to remove the duck tape by licking it, making it wet so it would lose its stickiness. I was sitting in the van, next to raccoon and the italian speaking guy, and I finally was able to remove the tape from my mouth. As it fell off I took a deep breathe in.
"What the fuck do you guys want from me" I said, and the guys looked at me confused. "Where the fuck did your tape go" the guy on the other side of me said. The man who said that was wearing a bandana, that covered his nose and mouth. He had brown eyes, and was looking at me confused. "Ooooh she can talk english" zuckles said, who was sitting next to the guy with the bandana. "Such a pretty voice" he added, and smirked at me. I just looked at him in disgust. "Just answer my fucking question" I said, clearly angry. I felt someone give me a slap on the back of my head, and I looked angry to the man who did it. It was raccoon. "Don't talk like that to us" He said calmly, his eyes pierced right through me. "No" I yelled and stood up from my place, and tried to kick the door open. It didn't work of course, but I'm desperate and don't know what to do. They just watched me try, as I slided down the door to sit on the floor. I just looked at my knees, frowning, tired, hungry and most of all sad. Why the fuck is this happening? I only wanted to have a normal job, with a normal life. What do these people want from me?
The van stopped driving, and the door I was leaning on suddenly opened, causing me to scream as I fell down. Fuck that hurt. I suddenly feel two arms under me, lifting me up and throwing me over a shoulder.
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I let out a squeak since my stomach hit their shoulder, pressing all the air out out my lungs. I tried to struggle out, but the tall guy who was holding me had a tight grip on my legs, not allowing me to move. My hands are still tied behind my back, so I couldn't do anything with that either. So I decided just to give up trying to get out of the man's grip, and relax a little in this uncomfortable position I'm in, and I closed my eyes.
Suddenly I feel a pinch in my cheek, and when I opened my eyes I saw zuckles in front of me. "You're so cute" he said as I looked at him angry. "Awwe you trying to look angry is even cuter" he said and jumped around while walking, like a little school girl. I just shook my head and looked at the environment. We we're in a sketchy street, and everything around us looked abandoned. Almost like a ghost town. A cold shiver went through me, I was only wearing a black t-shirt and some jeans, and it was quite cold in here-
Hold up. How did I not notice until now?
..
How the fuck did I get into these clothes? The guys from the other gang must've changed my outfit, because I swear to god back when I got shot I was wearing my work attire.
They fucking changed my outfit?
I suddenly felt uneasy knowing someone there probably has seen me in my underwear.
My thoughts got stopped when the tall man who was carrying me threw me on a bed in a small looking room. He looked at me for a second and removed the handcuffs, and then left the room, closing the door behind him as I heard the lock turn. Great, now I'm stuck here. I noticed a small window in the right corner of the room above the dresser and I walked towards it. I stepped on the dresser to reach the window and looked out of it. I could see the sunset. It was a beautiful combination of colors, and for a second I forgot everything that had happened in this short amount of time, as I just watched the sky slowly change colors.
I don't know how long I stood there, but suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I don't care who's at the other end of that door. I don't care if that person comes in or not. I don't care about what he had to say. I just wanted to watch the sky, that had turned dark. The stars were visible, and the whole sky was filled with the beautiful specs of light. I heard the door open, and I didn't turn around. I just kept looking at the stars. It was silent in my room, but I felt the presence of someone. I felt the eyes burn on me. But I didn't hear a sound. I just sighed.
"What" I said, you could clearly hear I was mentally drained. I still didn't hear anything, so I just turned around and looked at the person that was staring at me. He was looking at my body, but as soon as I turned around his eyes focussed on mine. It was the guy with glasses. We just looked at eachother, in silence. I looked at his hands, and saw he was holding some clothing, and he threw it on my bed. "change into that, I'll pick you up to join for dinner in 5 minutes" he stated, and he left, locking the door behind him. I sighed, and got off the dresser. There was a mirror in the room, and I stared at myself for a second. I looked sad, tired and determined. Determined to get out of this hell. I've watched a lot of action movies with these types of scenarios, and they always escaped. I will too. I turned around to the clothes that the guy had thrown on my bed and removed my own clothing. I neatly folded the dirty clothes and put it on top of the dresser. I changed into the short grey sweatpants and white tank top. I jumped on the bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking of ways I could escape, but my mind was blank.
Me writing this book
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