Dark Mafia Prince - Mafia's pet

Danger

Stepping off the sidewalk onto the main road, everything is perfectly still and silent while I glance down the empty black street.

As my eyes try to adjust to how dark it actually is outside, I manage to see a shadow shaped like a person wondering down the road towards me. They look like they are stumbling, like they have no balance at all.

The figure starts getting closer and closer, and I know I should turn around and walk away because it's probably just a drunk guy wondering out of a near by bar. But Something catches my eye before I can do just that.

*BANG*

The figure stares straight at me, fear in their eyes, then their body drops to the floor like a rag doll. I slap my hand to my mouth in horror, looking up from what is now a corpse, there is a large man standing there with a gun pointed straight at me.

Gulping I refuse to move, my whole body frozen still, I can't breath, I can't scream, I feel like this is my life over. Surely it can't be over though I have only really lived my life properly for the past 5 years since I got the bakery, this can't be it for me.

Just as I'm about to take a step back I see the man in front of me still holding the gun, crack an awful sadistic looking smirk. Then he tilts his head to the side like he's looking at something behind me.

I'm so scared.. I don't want to turn around and away from the man with the gun, but at the same time I can feel the presence of someone behind me. I feel as though I'm at stand point waiting for death because I sure as hell cant run from whoever they are.

Time feels likes it's staying still just for a couple more moments before a hand with a cloth in it slams onto my mouth. Instantly realising the awful taste in my mouth is probably stuff to make me sleep, I quickly try grabbing the strong firm hand that's keeping the cloth in place.

I feel woozy, like I can't try to get him off me anymore... my eyes are so heavy.. so.. so.. heavy...

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Ugh my head hurts so much its like someone's slammed my head into a door. Slowly widening my eyes I look around totally forgetting the traumatic events that just unfolded.

My head feels so hazy and crushed like I could pass out at any moment. I try to recover all of the memories of what happened early tonight.. oh wait is it still Tuesday, I wonder how long I'd been knocked out for...

I wiggle my body realising I'm tied to something, I presume it is a chair by the way I'm sitting. darting my eyes around the dimly lit room my mind races with possibilities of what those men will do to me. I wiggle my wrists seeing how tight the bonds are but it's no use I can't even move my hands the tiniest bit.

I slump my head back in the chair realising it's useless to struggle...