"Fuck my life. I'm going to die. You're gonna kill me. I'm going to dieeeeeee," I rock back and forth, blubbering like a wuss.

I'm kidding.

I probably shouldn't joke about matters relating to death, but I have a morbid sense of humor. It helps me deal with the fact I'm probably going to be tortured to death.

No, what really is happening is that I'm going to be fucking tortured to death.

I've never been tortured.

I've seen movies of it.

That's movies!

I hope people in real life don't actually cut off the victim's fingers or break every bone in my body.

I like my limbs attached and whole.

I've heard it hurts a lot when someone pulls a fingernail off with pliers.

I don't think anybody will burst through the walls to save me. If my brothers do, Then I hope they do it soon.

"I'm going to ask this once: where is the skeleton key?" Alfredo steps in my sight and stares at me.

I don't say anything, mostly because of the duct tape that they put on my mouth an hour ago. I was talking too much.

I try saying, "well, I would tell you but there's something on my mouth..." And the words come out as mumbles.

He steps forward and rips it not too gently away.

"You motherfucking bastard!" I say in pain. I do try to keep the words in, in fear of provoking him.

I guess I didn't succeed.

Next thing I know, it feels like a truck hit me on the side of my face. This time, the chair remains stable; they gave me a new sturdy chair!

My eyesight gets blurry and disorienting. I think this is the first time I've been clocked in the head so hard.

"Well, you sure know how to treat a lady." I eventually say when I feel like my head is splitting. I look back at Alfredo and realize it was one of his men who hit me.

"I was too nice with you. I give you one last chance or I will go through other means..." He grins chillingly.

"Guess you're going to have to torture me to get it?" I laugh. "Wait, I mean, your men will do it because you can't do it yourself." The words spew out of my mouth. I guess I have nothing to lose anymore if I'm about to die.

Ever since last time, I decided I would never turn over the key. It's too dangerous in anyone's hands. I just really hope they don't check the sole of my shoe. I kind of stuck the key in there for temporary keeping. It's stupid to have it on me, but I couldn't think of anywhere else.

"Get her to talk." Alfredo says before leaving.

Two men stay behind and grin menacingly. They crack their knuckles as one walks behind me, the other in front of me.

"I'm assuming your mom never told you not to hit a lady?" I squeak as the guy behind me grips the chair.

Both are silent.

They don't really need to do anything besides glare at me to get me to shut up.

"I think we can do this peacefully." I gulp. Or not.

Man #1 punches me in the face, hard. He doesn't seem to hold back much.

He brings his fist back up again, aiming wherever.

"Where's the key?" He shouts.

I stare at him.

Pow!

"We ain't stopping until you tell us."

"Little girl, one last time..."

Pow!

Then, the other guy takes turns.

Again.

And again.

This time, this mothertrucking time, I don't pass out. Nope, I wish I could, but no.

After the tenth punch or perhaps eleventh, I'm all over the place. Think of going on one of those disneyland teacups at like triple the speed. Then, pretend people are punching you at the same. Then,...I don't know what I'm getting at anymore.

Basically, life sucks right now.

I try to toughen up. I don't want to show weakness. I'm a tough girl. I'm a fucking hardcore strong girl.

I am strong. I can get through this. No kicks or punches will stop me. I am strong. I am strong. I am strong!

I bite my lips tightly and squeeze my eyes shut. I can't help but let a few tears fall. God, the pain is unbearable.

And this is only a small beating. I don't think I can be brave enough and withstand the pain of having a nail ripped off.

This shit ain't easy. All the movies make it seem like the hostages are hardcore. I'm in a fucking mafia, and I can't even handle a punch.

I'm bringing shame to my family. I should be able to have a higher pain tolerance.

The punches and some kicks stop.

Hallelujah! I brighten up inside a bit, not much.

"I told you to get answers, not beat her to death, pezzi di merda!" My stomach plummets at the sound of Alfredo's voice.

"Sorry boss," two voices say quietly.

"Out." Alfredo's sharp voice slices the air.

"Cat got your tongue?" Alfredo walks over. The soles of his shoes make a forbidding click-clack sound against the cement floor.

Obviously, by now I have no words to say. I'm not even sure if my mouth works anymore. My face is completely numb, which could either be a good or bad thing. I have some adrenaline pumping in my system so I don't feel like I'm going to collapse, but I wonder how long it will last.

"Parla bene, ma parla poco," I croak in a whisper. My bottom lip is cut and bleeding. I assume one of the guys either had long nails or didn't take his ring off, which would explain why I'm bleeding all over the place. The saying just popped up in my head.

"Vivianna Ricca." He rolls my name on the top of his tongue. I would be lying if the way he says it isn't attractive. I've always been a sucker for accents.

I've been hit in the head way too much.

"How old are you?"

"What is this? Matchmaking? You sure know how to treat a girl." I cough before saying it. I try clearing my throat a few times too. I didn't know words could hurt. Plus, I think I have a loose tooth.

I admire his patience though as I watch his fists clench tighter just a little bit. Of course, his expressionless face is still...expressionless. His face is handsome still but I've come to realize he's too much like a marble statute. He's like an ice sculpture: I want to crush him into pieces and step on the ice bits.

"Only eighteen years old gattina. Why die over such a little key? You want a short life?" He leans over and grabs my chin. I'm forced to make eye contact with his dark eyes that give me chills. I could never forget this feeling, a feeling of dread and helplessness.

"You should be careful. You're probably having a short life for kidnapping me! And who you calling gattina, you...you pompinara!" My voice wavers a little at the end. I wince at my profanity, but he doesn't have any right for giving me a nickname. We aren't close. We will never be close.

"Is that what you got?" His grip tightens, adding yet another bruise to my body. We never break eye contact. He leans in more until our faces are less than an inch away from each other. I'm not going to back away; I dare him to step down.

"Yes, you pompinara." I find my voice and smirk. I hold my breath to watch his reaction.

His eyes flare up, but neither of us moves.

I'm not stupid in noticing that if either of us moves a bit, we could end up kissing. That would never happen even if Hell freezes over.

In a moment of stupidity, I glance at his lips. It's the thoughts. I blame my thoughts. My thoughts cause me to do it. No, I blame him. He's the one who got people to punch me, making me think all weirdly.

My eyes flick back up to his eyes. His eyes are darkened as they stare at me. I gulp. I don't like where this is going.

"Fuck it." He curses before grabbing my neck and closing the distance.

Holy crap. I'm kissing my captor. It's just a small kiss.

I close my lips tightly not giving him access. I wish I had my arms untied. Then, I could whack this son of a bitch.

I can't stop myself from gasping in pain when he pulls my hair sharply. It's always the hair pulling with him.

Then, I melt.

There's no "oh my god I'm in love" or "spark," but there is a shit ton of "he's such a good kisser."

I've kissed, but I haven't been kissed like this. Hot damn.

My brain has melted with it.

Then, he ends it abruptly, with me sitting there like an idiot.

He gazes at me and smirks. "Still think I'm a pompinara?"

The bastard was toying with me! However, I don't miss the slight flustered look he has. His facial expression turns neutral quickly. (If he played poker, he'd probably win every single time).

"Was that it? You need to work on your head game." I try to gather my breath. He knows it. I know it. That kiss was all hot and nice, though it ended prematurely. The words fall on deaf ears.

"Strip her." Alfredo says coldly to nobody in particular. Then, new men come out (where do these people come from?).

"You can't be serious!" I say in shock. I look at his serious face.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I scream and try to squirm away from the grabby hands of the men.

"Stay the fuck away!" I try my best to bite and head butt them. Why can't I pull a Black Widow scene from Avengers? Oh yeah, my chair isnt wooden and that badass scene didn't look too realistic

I successfully bite one of the guy's arms until it bleeds. Of course, I get clocked in the head.

"You can't handle one little girl?" Alfredo raises his voice.

At his demand, the men restrain me as quickly as they can. They put a cloth in my mouth to prevent me from biting or talking.

I only stare at the ground as they strip me to my bare undies. I kind of thought they would strip me all the way to my birthday suit. They are doing a good job of breaking down my spirit.

I let out an inner sigh of relief as they let me keep my shoes. It's mostly because I kept kicking and stepping on them.

Honestly? I feel humiliated.

"See? I don't have the fucking key." I grumble.

"Boss. Here are the stuff you wanted." Another steroid dude comes rolling in with a metal cart filled with some fifty shades of grey shit.

I joke again. It's pretty much torture material. It doesn't take an idiot to see that.

Alfredo grabs a knife and throws it at me. I feel it whoosh past my ear and then stick to the wall behind me. I gulp as I feel a trickle of blood rush down my cheek.

"Next one goes in you." He holds another knife.

"I ain't breaking." I jut my chin out.

"We will see." He gives a chilling grin.

With no hesitation, he stabs me in the left shoulder.

Forget what I said. This is the most painful experience I've ever had.

It's worse than breaking bones.

I grit my teeth as my eyes tear up and run down my cheek. I can do this. I just need to hold long enough until my brothers come.

"This will be a long day." Alfredo grins sadistically.
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