Anniekay109
For sixteen-year-old Isabella Rossi, life was a kaleidoscope of schoolwork, laughter with friends, and dreams of a future filled with art and travel. She was an ordinary girl, with an extraordinary spirit, living a life untouched by the darkness that simmered beneath the surface of her vibrant city. Until one sweltering afternoon, as she walked home from school, a black car screeched to a halt beside her. Strong hands reached out, a cloth pressed against her face, and the world dissolved into suffocating blackness.
Days bled into nights in a cold, unfamiliar room. Fear was Isabella's constant companion, a gnawing emptiness in her stomach that no amount of stale bread could fill. Her captors were shadowy figures, their faces hard, their words curt and menacing. She was subjected to harsh treatment, their anger a palpable force that left her trembling and confused. She cried out for her parents, for help, but her pleas echoed unanswered in the oppressive silence.
Then, one tense evening, amidst hushed and frantic Italian, Isabella heard a phrase that pierced through her terror like a shard of glass: "sbagliata ragazza" - the wrong girl. Confusion warred with a fragile spark of hope. Through broken sentences and frustrated gestures, the horrifying truth began to dawn. They had made a mistake. Isabella Rossi was not the person they intended to snatch. She was an innocent caught in the intricate and dangerous web of Mafia vendettas, a pawn in a game she never knew existed. The realization offered a sliver of light in her despair, but it also brought a chilling question: what would become of the wrong girl now that the Don and his daring had made such a significant error?