Who the hell did this man think he is? I rattled my chains again and screamed,
"HEY! LET ME OUT FUCKER!"
"Watch your goddamn mouth."
This time, it's a different voice who replies, it's a younger girl. As she steps into my vision, I see she looks a lot like the first man. Fair skinned, black hair, and a red carnation adorning it. She wears a red cropped hoodie and black pleather skirt with white Dock Martins.
"Just who are you?" I ask her.
"I'm Vincenzo's friend. I help him run the underground market"
"So what's your name?"
"People call me Vinceza"
Great. Another person I have to deal with.
She throws a few items at my feet.
"Put 'em on"
They're REALLY NICE CLOTHES!!
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Kidnapped By A Mafia Leader
Teen FictionMy name is Delilah Neistroid. -------------------------- I'm 19 years old and I live in the city of Dortonville in Michigan. As I got in my car I looked at the time, 10:37 pm. Target closes at 11:00 pm. I had to get there fast. I needed to get the...
