Rosepot Reapers [SHORT STORY]

Rosepot Reapers [SHORT STORY]

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Milson Hilson: Miss Keeling, your case amassed a lot of public attention, with the arrest where you're awaiting the rest of the trial flooded with fanmail from male and female fans alike. Is there anything you would like to tell them? Amelia Keeling: Well, first of all, I would like to thank everyone who has been supporting us ever since we were taken into custody. We are all alright and are waiting for the trial with high hopes and high spirits. After the Girls' Worldwide Committee's intervention we've been granted a bigger cell to do pilates together - something we advocated for - and for that we are all very thankful. Besides that I hope we will see all of you on our trial this Thursday. Get your girlfriends and meet us outside the Court. dark comedy, feminism, short story, sisterhood
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Every young girl dreams of becoming a princess someday, right? Wrong! That wasn't my dream- far from it! I dreamt of a day where, upon reaching my eighteenth birthday, I could finally escape my neglectful "parents" who only acknowledged me when it suited them. But all that changed when I learned my 'parents' had been arrested on drug charges, and an unknown side of my 'family' had been looking for me since before I had even been born. Enter Mr. Castellucci and his seven sons, and I quickly understood why Maria had never mentioned a previous marriage or her other 'children.' These men were not the dashing princes riding white horses; they were dark, imposing, and intimidating figures. And Mr. Castellucci was determined to take me back with him to his lavish home somewhere in Italy -so far from my comparatively uncomplicated life in New Haven, Connecticut - and begin building my new life there with them. Although wary that these men had a more nefarious and sinister reason for taking a sudden interest in me than being a 'long-lost family member', they were doing an excellent job of easing me into a false sense of security by treating me like their long-awaited 'Principessa'. Desperate for their love and approval, while struggling with my inadequacies and haunted past, I was naïvely unaware of their ruthless nature and sheer power. I did not realise the scope of their 'charm' until it was too late. Far too late. Until I was precisely where they wanted me: under their thumb and control, with no prospects of ever escaping them as Maria had done before me, I was nothing more than a bird locked in a gilded cage, that they had deviously led me to believe was the price of love and safety. Let it be said once and for all: The Italian mafia did not ask; they took what they deemed as theirs to take. And I was THEIRS. _______________ This is my dark, twisted take on the popular Mafia, Older Brothers/Younger Sister, and Lost/Found Daughter/Sister tropes.

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