I was running and wanting to make my legs move faster and faster, and with the  voices yelling,

"Hey ! She's running away catch her alive!"
A man yelled to the others as they ran after me and with that sudden want to live, my feet carried me faster .

Just when I thought I was far away, I quickly opened a window in the corridor that lead outside in the lawn just to show that I escaped my way out to buy me more time, while i hide inside a mirrored trap door .

The foot steps clambered again and men came in with their gun and started checking the area.

"Whats a mirror doing here?"
The gang member asked.

My heartbeat became faster and faster, a sudden dry throat made me want to cough and gag but I couldn't,  I bite my wrist inside my mouth and tried not to whimper or cry out loud out of fear and anxiety. It was hot here , with the tears and sweat making my face look wet and my hair sticking to my forehead to made me more restless , as it had already been a small place here in this small strip of place where I could bearly move , I only could stand .

Where did u put me god!? Where did u put me!?

My thoughts blamed the gods for birthing me here in this mess.

"Hey look!"
The man about to touch the mirror to see if it was fishy turned around towards the one calling him.

"Look she must have jumped from the window! She escaped!"
He said.

"She's not far then ! Search every corner on this land including the cellar."

Oh shit! The grand cellar! The women!

Don't do anything stupid trying to save those women, save your life first! They haven't even cared for you !

Again my thoughts rattled.

The men started scattering around the mansion in my search as I slowly peeked through the gaps on the corner of the trap door.

The area was clean, I could use this chance to run!
As I was about to get out the same voice stilled Me again.

"Where could she had gone!? She's here!"
My father spoke angrily as if he was ready to kick me in my face when he'd see me for creating a nuisance among these mafiatic assholes.

I held my shotgun closer to my chest when something happens.

Just when anything else could happen,
The trap door opened revealing me being face to face with my father , he just smirked at me and pulled me out with my hair. He just pulled my hair lower to show my face to the man commanding this mafia group before in the hall. Now that I see him.
Dull and dead blue eyes but he still managed to look handsome with that scar on his forehead.

The man just smirked and commented while looking at me.

"So the father knows about his daughters hideouts. A Beauty you got there."
He commented while eyeing me , head to toe.

What they didn't notice was the shotgun hiding under my jacket,  as I took it out and with a swift manner I untangled my hair with my father's fingers and pointed the gun at the lot of men standing there with thier guns.

Fuck dreams ! They'll only be possible when I'm free , the possibility's: 6/100 percent! And here these men making Me a prostitutes possibility: 94 percent.

Rather die than be an abused of soul.

That's the plan.

Just when I was about to pull the trigger,  a presence made me scared again , goosebumps crinked on my skin as I gulped with my arms ready to turn anytime and shoot back and as if the mysterious presence of the man knowing what I was thinking, he smashed his Gunstock on my head.

The pain was so immense,  I was sure that I had a wound when I put my hand behind my head and touched the place where he hit me , blood was all I saw on my fingers as I collasped .

"Pick her up. "
Said a deep manly voice and then I was dumped on someone's shoulder like a sack of potato.

God please help !
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Warm rays of the sun made me cover my eyes with my arm over my eyes.
With a groan I sat up with closed eyes , while sitting up the sudden Jolt of pain crashed the back of my head , I touched the area and felt a bump.

That hurts!
I thought but my thoughts got interrupted when I looked around the room, a humongous bed And a gigantic room, the black-ish-gray-ish aesthetic laid over the room , giving it a modern and a sophisticated look.
Full sized glass windows infront of the bed with the sunlight pouring in.
And two big sliding doors infront of the bed.
My surroundings were so beautiful that I had momentarily forgotten that this is a new place!

As my own thoughts kicked me on my face , I got up from the bed and as soon as I did, all I could see was black,  was it from Iron deficiency or if it was due to the knock on head I had sustained and managed to not get my skull broken, either way I was patronized by my surroundings and my thoughts about,
'Where am I!?'

As my heart beat rose to a new level , I couldn't think straight , tears in my eyes , my body shaking , my state of mind blank and the headache like someone was squeezing my temples ,
Blood rushed to my face , the tips of my fingers felt hot , my face felt hot and my toes just tingled.
I took steps back realizing,

'I couldn't escape.... God knows what things will happen to me now , God knows how many people will use and throw me .'

Just the single thought of someone touching me inappropriately gave me more tears and sweat beads , as I glanced back at the bed, I saw the red taint of blood on the pillow my head rested on.

I was bleeding .

I touched my head again around the bump again and felt the liquid oozing out of my wounds.
The hot feeling on my face and hands wasn't there anymore , all I felt was a cold sensation hitting me , making me stumble back near the bed side table, accidentally making me knock an expensive vase on the ground , creating a loud noise, making it shatter into tiny pieces , and just when my eyes closed again, I saw a man enter the room.
Coming closer to me and leveling himself to me , while he said ,

"You're hurt, amoré"

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