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"What happens when someone question your lie? Lie again of course."

Elizabeth Decker,

They put me in a jail cell, or maybe its a dungeon you see I cant tell because they put me in the dark as if I'm some sewage rat. So much for knowing how to treat a lady right. Bastards. Dickheads. See this was my thought process everyday. After I swear enough to be calm I go over my plan on how to get out of here alive and bust which ever mafia bought me and then I can use them to make a chain reaction, so I can take down all the rest with them.

But for now I stopped fighting. Because they were just draining my energy. My hands were put in chains. I was basically tied up like Jesus but only this time its on my ass. Everyday at exactly one pm they would bring me so shitty food as if I'm some sort of animal. I been like this for the past week I can feel myself losing weight.

By now the FBI had to put a nation wide search for me. Anyone who looks anything even like me, would immediately be turned in until they question the skin of her. Well I hope they did.

There was some shuffling outside the metal door that kept me locked in. There was more then one person out there today. Todays different. They broke pattern. Only one person brings my food in. One person in one person out. My heartbeat picked up, goose bumps formed on down my skin. Every fibre of my being knew danger was lurking five feet away from me. Bile rose up my throat and I felt like throwing up. I was scared. This is fear your feeling Beth. 

A part of me knew that the plan I been going through the past five days, the plan that's been engraved in my head, there's chance I wasn't making out of this alive. A part of me knew that a small stupid part. 

Breath. The lock unlocked. I kept my eyes down. I could see bigger feet the fucks up with that. But you know what they say about big feet. the bigger the foot the bigger the di-

"Get the fuck up."

"Aw grumpy you bought a friend today. And no food. You know how I get when I don't get my food."

I saw the 9 millimetre inside his jacket holster. I smirked batting my lashes looking all innocent and doe eyed. I placed my hands in front of me  for him to unlock my chains. He leaned forward cautiously, as I smirked. I wrapped my chain around him expertly and yanked him forward, I grabbed the gun from inside his jacket and jumped to my feet.

I looked at Marcus, crouching down. I kicked him making him groan and lay down on the cold wet floor.

"That's for not bringing my food." I clocked the gun and pointed at his other friend whose hands were shaking as he held the gun to my head.

"Puta, I was going to bring you Nutella." I gasped slightly feeling bad now.

I placed the gun against Marcus's head.

"Unlock my fucking chains. And if you move, or even think about pulling that trigger, Marcus here is going to die okay?" I smiled patting Marcus's bald tattooed head as he took of my chains. 

"Put down the gun Beth you don't know what your doing." Marcus tried to negotiate with me.

"I think that I'm buying my freedom today what about you kid? You want me to blow your bosses brains out, unclip the gun, drop it and slide it over to me or your going to die a very painful death." 

He looked back and forth at Marcus, not knowing who to be scared of more. The big boss. Or Marcus the second in command in this Mafia.

"Okay, I unclip now." He said slowly, his Spanish accent coming through. 

"Marcus pick up the gun first and give it to me or I swear to the lord above and the lord below i will decorate this cell with your brain today!" I yelled as he slowly bent down to pick up the unloaded gun.

"Okay Beth relax, we can work something out." Marcus tried again. He gave me the gun as he went for the clip now.

"You, put the chains on." I pointed the second gun at the kid who couldn't be older then eighteen. I will try to cut him a deal. He probably had no idea what he was getting himself into when he joined this mafia. 

By the time I got the clip the kid was locked in the chains.

"How many fucking girls are here Marcus answer me." He remained silent. Okay he wants to play it that way.

"Every time you don't answer, i put a bullet in him." I pointed the gun just a few inches away from the kids head, and pulled the trigger I hoped to god that the room was soundproof or an army is going to descend upon me.

Marcus flinched and so did the kid. 

"Por favor, diselo. Joder, dile." (Please just tell her. Fucking tell her.)

"Listen to him Marcus. He values his life, do you?" I taunted. This was taking to long.

"Who are you trying to be here Beth? A fucking hero? You do realise your going to die down here because of your fucking stupidity." I pulled the trigger again. The bullet grazing the kids arm as he shouted in pain.

"One girl! One. Its just you and her here! She is one of the boys girlfriend!" The kid yelled out.

"Callate antes de que te mate yo mismo!" (Shut the fuck up before I kill you myself!)

"Where's the big boss?" I asked.

"I don't know! I swear, no one knows here!" He yelled pleading with me, his eyes brimmed with tears.

"Someone has to know!" I yelled.

"I don't I swear, I'm the lowest rank here no one tells me anything!" He yelled. And I believed him. No one would tell the new kid anything. Not when his this shit scared of me shooting him.

***

We were walking through out the mansion.

"How do you know how to shoot?" Marcus asked. I heard a few men chuckling. So far I didn't get noticed by anyone yet.

"My father used to be in the army, he taught me every Sunday." Lie, your father was a drunk and an addict Beth.

"What was his name?" Marcus asked keeping the conversation going.

"Why does it matter his dead now." I said. No his not, his rotting in a jail cell where you put him.

"I'm sorry for your loss." I nodded but I don't think he could see.

"Drop the gun!" Someone yelled and I froze in my spot. He didn't care that I held Marcus at gunpoint. In ten seconds I was surrounded by ten men holding me at gun point. Someone at the base of the stairs was looking at me, surprise etched into his face that I would try something like this. Surprise shawty!

"La quiero viva." (I want her alive.) Thank you. I thought to myself, I slowly put the gun on the floor, knowing I couldn't fight my way out of this one. But now I knew the layout of the house on my own so the next time I try to escape, I wont need Marcus. 

Marcus turned around looking pissed of as hell, as I gave him a sheepish smile with my hands in the air.

"So about that Nutella..." He flipped me off taking his gun back from me as he walked away.