You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

I didn't know whether Rosario was dead or alive, all I heard was a groan of pain and all I could see were Lorenzo's eyes as they tortured me, the rage and amusement that lit up his face as I stared at him in horror.

But that was all a blur as my feet carried me so fast away that I didn't even know that I was moving. My vision was hazy and that pain in my chest from before—it now felt as if Someone was ripping at my organs.

I'd never felt this way before, I felt bile rise and my heart burn. It was beating so fast that I heard it, I heard it like it was echoing around me. Mocking me.

I didn't know if Rosario was dead, and I heard voices call after me as I got into the elevator so fast no one could stop me. The doors closing as I saw two people race after me.

This time I pressed no other button except the first floor.

Something dark was weighing in my chest, and I was choking as If I couldn't breath. I needed to get out of here.

What everyone says about Lorenzo maybe it's true, I thought there was some sort of good in him everything has good in it. Everything.

But not Lorenzo. All that lives in his eyes and in him is rage, jealousy and the sick need to watch others suffer. He wants power and that was it, he wants as much as he can get like it was the only thing that kept him sane.

But all the power he has—if anything it's not making him more sane, no sane persons eyes look the way his did.

I am foolish to believe that I could change him, everyone is right to fear him. Lorenzo is evil just like the said. He was selfish, cruel and manipulative. I hated myself at the fact that I had spent my nights thinking about him, touching myself to him.

I knew now that whatever pleasure he could have brought me, the pain he would have caused would have outweighed it.
Maybe He was a monster just like everyone said.

The ding of the door opened, and I was not surprised to see 3 of his men waiting for me at the bottom, they enclosed me almost as If I was an escaped animal needed to be put back into its cage.

But if I go back up there, Then they will have to catch and drag me. I was mad, reckless and wanting to get out. Nothing is stopping me

I had no idea where the adrenaline cane from, maybe from the will to escape or the guilt that pooled In my veins like lava.

I needed to be as far away from this god awful place as possible. I needed to get away even though I was going to miss the few friends I had made here. But a part of me knew that no matter how far I ran—Lorenzo could still find me.

I should have stayed in my room that night, I should have listened to Lucas when he said to stay upstairs. He came into my room before hand and told me to stay and I should have listened.

A tall buff man went to grab me, his hands swinging towards me in a mannor like before —he didn't care if he hurt me.

I was a escaped prisoner after all.

I dodged his grip and ducked under his arms, as he stumbled into the elevator, two other men looked annoyed as they walked to me holding handcuffs and other restraints.

"Settle down." The one man grunted, but I could barely hear him as I dropped to the floor and ducked under his legs before standing a making a run for the exit.

I had never liked running. I was not good at it.
I had joined the track and field team once, in 10th grade because my one friend Katt begged me. She liked running. I agreed foolishly and singed my name across the sign up sheet.

But my body wasn't meant for running, I was slow and straggly. My legs were also short so my strides were weak. I had signed up for the 100 meter sprint only to come in last place almost 50 meters behind the rest of the runners. It was humiliating to say the least.

I had never been good at running, I was short and slim so you would assume I was fast. But I was more agile then I was fast. Tho despite my lack of speed, right now as I ran for my life, I had run faster then I ever had before.

Faster then they could have caught me and I burst though the doors out the side exit which opened up to an alleyway. I wasn't the type of person to wander blindly through dark sketchy backstreets—but right now the time called for it.

I slammed the door closed and jammed it with a metal rod, watching as the door went to fly open but was caught on the steel. I jumped back as the three men hit dangerously on the barred exit, the rod bending.

I didn't stay to watch the scene unfold tho as I found myself running barefoot down a sinister alleyway stumbling as jagged rocks and broken beer bottle glass cut my feet to shreds. But the pain in my feet was nothing compared to the one in my chest.

But I wouldn't stop, I wouldn't let myself.

He shot a man in cold blood for something I did. I kissed Rosario and he got shot. Lorenzo shot him like nothing. There was nothing in Lorenzos eyes as did it, he wanted to see my suffer knowing it was my fault.

The darkness of the alley had nothing on how black his eyes looked.

There were people who lined the forgotten back streets, their clothes dirty and torn. Men whistled as they looked at my black shirt that exposed me.

I heard them holler for me, asking me how I liked it. How many inches I could take.

And despite the suffocating feeling in my chest I kept running, I kept running.

I heard people chasing after me, but I didn't dare look back. I wonder if Lorenzo was one of the people—doubtfully, he probably has his men do all the dirty work for him.

My hair flew behind me like flowing water, a few strands crossed my eyes but I swiped them away. I had no bra on so each step my chest bounced, despite my petite body I had—well in my opinion very nice titties. Not like mega porn star big, but big enough that it made people, mostly men, double glance.

I felt a sort of strength, and it was the only reason I haven't laid onto the ground and gave up, I only hope they don't shoot me.

Skidding to a stop, I turn left my hand gripping the wall to help the swift movement as I continue to sprint. I don't think I have ran this much before in my life.

My lungs burned and my muscles ached as they begged me to stop, to go back.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the sounds of cars on the Main Street the hustling of men behind me and My own frantic steps all seemed so much slower. Or maybe that was just the adrenaline and fear mixing inside me.

I reached another turn of a corner, and slid quickly as I passed it, looking behind me but only for a second before I collided with a chest that send me crashing to the ground.

I gasped as I cut open my forearm on a sharp stick, or glass honestly I don't fucking know because I couldn't fucking see shit.

Hair covered my face like a blanket as I held myself, my eyes to the ground. Until the owner of the chest grabbed me by my hair and yanked me up against him. I tried so hard not to gag at his cat piss cologne.

"you fucking shitface, let me go." I struggled against him, my back to his chest. His hand wrapped around my body keeping me in place, but the most alarming part of all of this—was the knife against the throat.

"Sorry princess no can do." The man's voice was rough, and not very humorous and a fear erupted in me. He was going to carve out my eyeballs oh god.

Scooby doo and his gang of idiots came around the corner, Marco in-front. They all stopped quickly as we stood in the light of a street lamp.
The man pressed the dagger into my skin, and I hated the whimper that left my lips.

I felt like a sacrificial lamb.

I can deal with like a gun in my face—but getting carved up like a jack-o'-lantern is not on my to do list.

"Marco-"I said as I looked towards him, and he looked at me like he didn't know what to do. He and the other men stood a couple meters away, cautions not to spook the stab happy bastard holding me.

All the men had guns ready to raise, but they knew and I knew by the time they raised the gun and fired a bullet from the chamber the knife would probably have went across my throat.

This man didn't care if he died, this was a suicide mission. He didn't care. He didn't.

"Shut it Accardi." The men said as he jerked me back. He dug into the skin of my neck and blood started to drip, it filled the air around me. The Metallic smell of my own blood made me want to throw up that glass of vodka.

"Now you are going to tell your friends to back the fuck up and let us walk away-" he said in a 'I am going to fucking kill you' voice. God dammit.

"Or what-" I said. My stupid mouth always get me into trouble.

Marco shook his head in warning, as the 13 men before us looked furious and dark.

But still not as dark as what Lorenzo's eyes had looked like

"Let her go." He was here. Lorenzo's voice batted through the alley and my entire body chilled. He shot Rosario. "Let her go And I will let you walk away." Lorenzo growled as he looked my way but not at me. good I didn't want to fucking look at him anyways.

Lorenzo would never let this man just walk away.

The psychotic man chuckled loosely, and pulled up the hem of my shirt so he could play with the string of my underwear. I fought against him, but the blade made my throat sting.

"All of you back the fuck up. Or maybe you would prefer I slit her throat now. Or maybe I'll just fuck you here with the blade against her throat while you watch." His voice was horse but I knew he wasn't making empty threats. His eyes were directed right at Lorenzo.

"Jesus Christ you are fucked." I said, I hated that I made jokes in the worst of times. I always joked, because that's how I dealt with my impending issues.

I was going to die.

I knew my eyes looked glossy, and I forced a smile onto my lips as I finally turned my gaze to Lorenzo—his eyes searching mine Almost desperately. They looked just as dark as before but now for a new reason.

I smiled weakly at him, as I whispered those two little words "walk away." I want to hate him for what he did, for all the things he has done. But right now I'd rather be back on the balcony then go with his deranged man.

I knew that Lorenzo would not just walk away, no one disrespects Lorenzo and lives.
No one but me.

"Listen to your little girlfriend Lorenzo."
The knifed man chuckled as he rested his hand on my bare stomach, my skin freezing under my touch. "Walk away." He said the words slowly, as he took a step backwards dragging me with him.

When Lorenzo and the others didn't move I felt my body light up. "I would rather not get murdered next to a fucking subway station. Just—Just walk away, It's okay. I'm okay." I said the words alloud and everyone heard them, but they were directed to Lorenzo.

He was like a drug. Like meth. Crystal Meth.

I say I'm done. I stop. Then the next thing you know I'm nips deep in my overwhelming want for him.

His grey eyes focused on me, and he said "I will find you." It was a promise, and I tried so hard to not let fucking tears light up in my eyes. Maybe he will find me, but will I be in one piece? Serina you need to stop it

"Ok." I stuttered. Lorenzo was everything I had said about him, a bastard and a manipulative cultist. But they way his eyes burned into mine—he was fighting to stay calm.

He didn't want me to die.

"please walk away" I said again and this time they follow my demands and walked backwards into the darkness again. There figures fading away.

Same as mine.

The man walked me backwards into we reached his serial-killer-mobile and he shoved me into the back trying my hands together quickly with two zip ties which cut into my skin.

No doubt it was a fucking white van, but I expected no different. So not only was this man fucking bonkers but he was basic.

He drove away so fast that I slammed around in the back trying to steady myself. I was going to die. I ran and now I'm here.

This loony toon looking ass bitch was probably going to cut off my skin and wear it like mask like in the Texas chainsaw massacre.

He turned on a sharp corner which sent me tumbling into the side of the door, my head hitting it hard enough to knock me down.

My ears ringing and a headache exploding in my noggin I rolled onto my stomach and looked up at the roof.

I have so many questions, so many plans. So many insults that I can never say to the people I hate.

And now I'm probably not going to be about to ask, do and say anything. Because I am going to be hollowed out and used as a canoe.

ha to bad

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