Mafia's Little Regina

Chapter 38

^^^^ Picture of Subaru that Esmerelda- Antoinette drives^^^^

Esmerelda-Antoinette's POV:

I lost count of the days. Burkley had taken me to his secret base where his gang would do their illegal activity. I recognized a few faces from the gang. They were ex-members of the Irish Mafia. Alexander and I may have killed most of them but we completely overlooked the fact that there was a chance that rebels my act. I was losing energy. Burkley and his men tied me up to a wooden column with a rough coarse rope that was soaked in mercury that burned my fragile skin. I was getting rashes and my skin was ripping around my wrists, belly, and ankles where the rope made contact with my body. I had no weapons on me. They had taken my yo-yo's away from me. I was bleeding profusely from various parts of my body. I was completely naked. They had ripped my clothes off a few days after being here. They would whip my back on a daily basis. They would use fire to burn the inside of my thighs and the back of my knees. I could feel the skin ripping off because of the extent of burning. I had one knife stuck in my bicep and another one on my left calf. The bullet that Burkley fired on the day he kidnapped me was still in my leg. I didn't have many days left. I was going to die. I had given up on the idea that any of my friends or family would come to save me. The last day I counted was when I reached the 31-day mark. I knew I was trapped in this treacherous jail for over a month. The month had given me time to process the fact that my family was in the Italian Mafia and Sicilian Mafia. I didn't really care anymore. For all, I knew my brothers might have thought I ran away again because I was told I was going to start school. Hopefully, Sylvester was doing his part by taking care of the mafia while I was gone. I would rather prefer him taking care of the mafia than wasting time trying to find me with little to no leads. I was brought out of my train of thought when I heard multiple footsteps come down the stairs leading to the cellar area where I was trapped in. I heard the footsteps stop right in front of me. I could smell Burkley's disgusting smell hitting my nose. I barely had the energy to scrunch my nose and the bad smell was the last of my problems.

"Awww. Guys, doesn't she look cute all bloodied up. The Italian Mafia Princess in my grasp." He chuckled darkly. The name 'Italian Mafia Princess' has disgusted me ever since my kidnapping. That name is what caused Burkley to increase his torturing wrath on me. I shed countless tears because of that title. I had no energy to speak and just laid there limp tied on the wooden column.

"Sir may I suggest something." One of Burkley's men spoke.

"Go on." Burkley permitted him to speak.

"I suggest you take something of hers that she can't get back. Something so precious to every girl that once you take it it is almost like they have nothing else that belongs to them." The man chuckled darkly. Is he talking about what I think he's talking about? Not that, please. I felt tears drizzle my eyes.

"And what may that be?" Burkley asked in a tone that he already knew the answer but wanted someone to say it out loud. To say the word that would torture my mental state even more.

"Her virginity, sir." The man says hysterically. After many days I heard my first sound come out of me. A whimper that spoke more than a thousand words. A sound that I thought I would forget after my foster-father died. The sound of vulnerability.

"I like the sound of that... but not today. I will take her virginity tomorrow. As a present. A gift for my birthday. What do you think, men? I will give you a chance after I'm done with her. I'll give you the permission to do whatever you want with her." Burkley tells his men darkly. I have to leave before tomorrow. I refuse to let the enemy take what's mine. I refuse to let them do what my foster father almost did to me.

"I like the sound of that." One of the men said loudly. The rest started to chuckle. The chuckles sent shivers down my spine.

"Oh yeah and Roger, Girvan, and Zeke. Give her the ship, the knife, the gun, the paddle, and a glass of water for her sore throat. I want her to be able to have a good throat so she can scream for tomorrow." Burkley says addressing the three men. I'm going to leave before they have any time to make me scream. I say with determination in my head.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" I heard Roger's disgusting voice ring through my ears. I heard the cracking of the whip against the wall near me. It caused goosebumps to form on my arms. He was about to crack the whip another time hitting me but stopped when he heard another man's voice.

"Roger, Girvan, Zeke sir are calling you. Sir says he needs to give you guys an instruction in private." A man upstairs says. Roger, Girvan, and Zeke all three follow behind each other, heading upstairs to receive their instruction. As they left I saw that they kept the weapons unintended. They left them on the table and not back in their locked crates. Oh, what a silly mistake they have made. I had to get my hands out of the mercury-soaked rope. It was tight around my wrist so I did the only thing that made sense. I cracked both of my thumbs until they were broken. They were limp and now my hands could easily slide through the rope. The mercury burned my hands as I slipped out of the rope. My hands were free. I used my hands to untie the tightrope around my belly and my legs. I could see my ribs protruding more than when I was with my foster father. It disgusted me. I was set free from the rope and the tingling sensation of the mercury reduced. I could barely walk. I somehow managed to limp all the way to the table which had all the weapons. Out of all the torture weapons displayed I took the gun. It would be the most effective if I shot the bullet on the correct part of the human body. An instant death. With the gun, I took the silencer. This would make sure the sound of my gunshots wouldn't linger and be heard by the people upstairs. I twisted the silencer on. I heard footsteps coming back downstairs. It was most likely Roger, Girvan, and Zeke. I pulled the trigger and hid behind the wall right beside the stairs. I saw Roger emerge out of the stairs first. I covered his mouth and shot him in the head gently placing him down. The kill was silent. I did the same thing to Girvan and Zeke. The noise upstairs seemed calm, this meant nobody knew that I was going to escape. I took off Zeke's t-shirt and put it on my naked body. The only exit I knew of was upstairs where the men were. I couldn't risk going upstairs or my only chance of escaping would be a bust. I looked around and saw a small hole in the wall which was covered with a rusty tarp. It was very small but perhaps I can fit it. I was already underweight and even more so now. I could probably barely fit. I took the gun with me just in case for protection. I took off the tarp as the sunlight beamed through. I crouched down and wiggled my way through the whole as quietly as possible. After successfully going through I took the tarp and placed it back over the hole covering my trace. In front of me was nothing but grassland. I was in the middle of nowhere. The sun was bright. It wasn't spring, it was summer. The heat gave it away. I rubbed my eyes adjusting to the light. I looked around and saw a car. It was a basic Subaru. I didn't know how to drive but I could learn on the way. Desperate causes call for desperate measures. I limped my way to the Subaru. I didn't have the car keys so I took my gun and shot the window. The glass broke. I stuck my hand inside and opened the door. I sat in the driver's seat. This car didn't need a key. It just needed a key to lock and unlock. To start the car there was a 'Start' power button which I pressed. The car turned on. I looked at the fuel tank monitor and saw the gas was more than halfway full. Perfect. I saw there was a gear with random letters on it. The car was on the letter 'P' which I assumed meant 'park.' There was 'R' which I assumed meant 'Reverse.' Finally there was the letter 'N' and 'D.' With my common sense I moved the gear to 'D' hoping my assumption of 'D' meaning 'Drive' was correct. I pressed my leg on the right pedal as the car started moving forward. My shortness barely allowed me to see but it was going to have to do. Freedom, here I come. 

Author's Note:

Hey Shadies. Here is another chapter for you guys. Tell me who's POV do you want the next chapter to be? I need more comments on whether Esme should have a crush or not, so please do that fellow Shadies. Please like, comment, read, share, vote, and follow. Thanks, beansssssss! 

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