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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

RopeBurn

"And I'm the idiot with the painted face
In the corner,
taking up space"

Chapter Four

A change of socks

Elvira
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"Answer me, Micetta." The voice said, coming even closer into my view. God If he didn't kidnap me I could've seen us having a causal date while he told me things in Italian and I pretended to understand.
(Kitten)

"Answer me!" His voice shook me to my core, sending pleasant shivers up my spine. For the second time since being in his presence I decided to speak.

"Yes. Yes I was being serious. Do you mind? My feet are awfully cold and I hate having wet socks." The explanation only fueled the laughter in the room. Granted at this point I was trying to be funny, if i made them laugh perhaps they'll just untie me and allow me to leave.

      I hadn't really seen their faces. I could only somewhat identify one if I saw him in a lineup.

"Bella, you should be begging me to write letters to your family. To give you another chance not to piss me off. Perhaps offer me sexual activities in exchange for your life." The man circled me and waited until he was behind to grab a fist full of my hair. He then tugged on my hair causing my head to jerk back. Our noses were only inches from each other "Yet here you are, worrying about your socks? sei pazzo."
( Bella / beauty . sei pazzo / you're crazy)

"Beg you for my life? Today is as good as any to die." If he was going to kill me he would've done it already. He didn't seem like the patient type, much less the kind to play around. They would've left me to drown in the river if they planned on me dying.

The man released his grip on my hair and walked so that he was positioned in front of me. "Porta i suoi calzini asciutti." Two of the men quickly left the room, and I got a glimpse of the clean wallpaper behind the door. It was so far from the dull interior of the room I was currently in.
(Bring her dry socks)

"Who are you?"

"You are in no position to ask questions, Micetta. Keep your pretty lips shut and perhaps I'll keep you alive." His threats were empty, or at least that was what I was telling myself. I hoped they were empty threats.
(Kitten)

He then reached towards my head and I jerked away on instinct. This only pissed him off further.

This time when he reached he didn't let me pull away, he grabbed my head and jerked it in his direction. Again with much unneeded force. "cosa le è successo?" He looked over at one of the men, but the man was much too far for me to see his face much less make out any prominent features.
(What happened to her?)

"Ha saltato.." the man replied. Almost immediately I recognized the voice as the one from the car. At least now I knew they were the same people from the taxi.
(She jumped)

"Saltato da? Sta gocciolando." He turned his attention back to me, and brushed my hair from my face to look at what I assumed was either a cut or a bruise. I haven't had the luxury of looking at myself. Though if I could guess my makeup was either completely gone or looking like a night at the club and I could assume most of my clothing was ripped and wrinkled.
(Jumped from? She is soaking wet.)

"Ponte Altama, nel fiume."
(Altama bridge, into the river)

I didn't get much warning, hell I don't think anyone got much of a warning. With one swift movement the man turned to the taxi driver and shot him in the leg? I couldn't see much, mostly red. A lot of red. As for my hearing I heard screams, though the sound kept breaking in and out like a broken stereo. "Toglilo dalla mia vista." The man from the Taxi was immediately dragged out.
(Get him out of my sight.)

Then he turned to me, and hooked a strand of hair behind my ear. Part of me wanted to bite his finger off, but with my exhaustion and aching body it didn't seem advisable. The other part of me wanted to hop on the ride. Yet another idea that wasn't advisable.

"Sleep, Micetta." It wasn't a suggestion, but a order. As if he was daring me to disobey.

"I'm not tired."

"I didn't ask." He didn't miss a beat, always one step ahead. God men were so infuriating.

"And if I don't?" I pressed, slowly scanning the room. "Do you plan on killing me?"

"Ferirti? Mia cara, non me lo sognerei mai." He leaned in uncomfortably close to me, and when I wasn't paying attention he stuck me with a needle. Or at least someone did, there were too many men in the room to really know.
(Hurt you? My dear I wouldn't dream of it)

"Sogni d'oro, Micetta." The man eased me down onto the loud padding, and cut the rope that bound my hands. "Porta il dottore."
(Sweet dreams Kitten. | Bring in the doctor)

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Song: Me and my husband