Mafia's Madam

One

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All I see is black once again however this time the noises are different

No more rain, no more wind blowing trough my hair, no more shots being fired

Was this it? Was I safe?

I sat for a few seconds thinking whether I was dead or somehow I'm alive in safety

Soon enough a blindfold was ripped off of me making me hiss in displeasure of the bright lights hitting my eyesight.

"It's alive!" Somebody exclaimed humorously.

Yeah unfortunately I am.

I slowly opened my eyes trying to adjust to the bright lights.

I was tied to a chair with my long blonde hair hanging messily around my face.

We were in a room, if you could even call it that The walls were grey cement, the ceiling was grey cement and surprisingly the floor was also grey cement! These guys must be interior designers.

So this is obviously an interrogation room

The table with many torture devices helped me in guessing that

Around me were about five men, maybe more considering I can't see behind me

"How was your sleep?" One of them asked me setting a chair in front of me and sitting on it

I kept quiet

At this point it didn't matter wether I would speak or not, I was in this room, tied up, they would torture me either way whether I answered they're questions or not.

I know exactly how this works, I've seen it enough.

"I asked you a question!" he said sounding irritated

I slowly lifted my head up to look him  right in the eyes

"And I think I didn't answer it" I replied calmly knowing that it will rile him up.

His angry brown eyes twitched, and now the scar going down his face looked even more scary and dangerous

He got up, walked to one of the men and got a cigar, taking a few pulls

He started coming near me with the cigar still in his mouth

"You know doll, it would be better for you to drop the tough girl attitude and start talking" He said visibly calmer

Had it been the cigar that calmed his nerves, I wouldn't know.

I still kept looking at him mutely.

" Now answer my questions and we will let you go well and unharmed, but you have to be a good girl for that to happen"

I snorted ,right , the only way they will let me go is by shooting me in the head and throwing out in the dumpster or burning to ashes, either one was good for me considering at that point I wouldn't exactly be in the right state of mind to care.

"Okay, let's start easy" he said and let out a puff if smoke out of his mouth

"What's your name?" he asked looking into my eyes

I looked back into his without blinking, thinking whether to answer his question or not

"Diana" I said after a while

"Mmm" he hummed " Like a princess, huh?" He said and smiled weekly showing his crooked teeth

I smiled back at him " Trust me I'm far from a princess"

He smiled wider " Is that so? I like naughty girls" he said scanning my body up and down

"I'm Frank by the way" he blew another smoke puff into my face

I turned my head a little not liking the smell of it

He  laughed. Does this guy find everything humorous?

"Okay, next question, how did you get to the warehouse and why were you there?"

Now was my turn to keep quiet again, I guess the easy questions had finished which means that this conversation is also over

He looked irritated once again and suddenly I felt a shiver go down my body from the cold air surrounding us.

That's when I realised I was no longer wearing my jacket but only the thin, grey tank top with spaghetti straps

The man got up and walked towards me with slow, threatening steps

He pushed the hair hanging around my face back so that my left shoulder was open for him to see

He traced his finger along my collar bone to my shoulder, to my arm

" Your skin is really soft" he said slowly still trailing his finger around my shoulder

"I guess we should change that" As soon as he finished saying those words the cigar that he had been smoking this whole time connected to the skin on my shoulder and was used as an ash tray

I screamed throwing my head back and closing my eyes as much as possible at how painful that was

He twisted it and rolled it around pushing it deeper and deeper

By now I was not making any noise, having gotten used to the stinging pain in my shoulder

He pulled out the remainder of the cigar and threw it on the ground

He leaned down, his face only a few centimetres away from mine

"Listen here bitch, if you won't start talking the pain will increase ten times more, so be a smart little girl and open that mouth of yours to save your life"

"What's the point? You will kill me anyway" I said  without any emotions

He stood up straight and looked at me for a second "You've got a point there" he said and pointed a gun at my head

I didn't even flinch, I knew this day would come

" Any last words?" He asked not expecting a response he started slowly pressing on the trigger

" Yes actually" He froze and moved his finger away from the trigger

He started to smile widely " And what would those be? You begging me to save your life?" he laughed with the rest of the men joining in

"No, just wanted to know how your mother was doing"

After those words flew out of my mouth everything went dead silent

In the mafia family always came first and any bad word about them was the first step to disrespect and death

well.. considering I didn't exactly have anything to lose right now, why not have some fun for a few minutes before that bullet actually flies trough my scalp