"Wake up" someone said while kicking my leg.

My eyes shot open and I looked around to see that I was still in the basement. I had thought that it was a terrible nightmare, but as I looked in the eyes of my captor I knew that it was very real. This was really happening. I was really kidnapped, again.

I was feeling very weak because I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday.

"Get Up!" he ordered in an authoritative tone.

I tried to scramble to my feet with my hands still tied to my back. I didn't want to anger him any further and cause him to lash out on me. It was very hard getting to my feet, considering the fact that my body was very weak.

I had completely forgotten about the accident yesterday as I stood to my feet, only to wince in pain. It was hard to stand on my left foot so I had to brace all my weight on my right side.

He came up to me and grabbed my face and spat on me. I felt humiliated as he let me go. He moved towards me again and untied my hands.

I rubbed my wrists as I could see the imprint of where the ropes were.

"Strip" he ordered.

I shook my head 'no' refusing to do what he commanded. I wouldn't strip down for this disgusting old pig. I refused to do so.

He came up to me and held me by my neck. I tried prying his hands off, but my attempts were futile because I didn't have the energy to fight him off. He slammed my head in the wall, as I whimpered in pain.

He shoves me to the ground and proceeded to kick me in the stomach. I used my hands to shield my stomach from his blows as I attempted to get away from him.

He wasn't having any of it as he kicked me in my face causing me to cough up blood. My nose and mouth were bleeding as he delivered blow after blow.

"Stop" I groaned in pain.

He brought out a knife as I cowered away in fear. He used the knife to cut open my blouse. I tried to cover up myself and he slapped me across the face and then proceeded to grab me by my hair, dragging me behind him.

It hurt. It felt as though he was pulling my hair from my skull. There were tears blurring my vision as I stumbled behind him.

He dragged me up a flight of stairs, still holding my hair. He brought me in a room and shoves me on the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked in fear, moving away from him.

He caught my foot and dragged me to him at the edge of the bed, where he proceeded to take off my ripped shirt.

I tried to fight him off, but it was of no use. He grabbed my hands and handcuffed them to the headboard. I tried to kick him off, but he just grabbed my legs and handcuffed them on either side of the bed post.

I knew what he was about to do. I thrashed wildly on the bed hoping that I could somehow break free and get away from here.

"Please don't do this" I begged with tears streaming down my face.

"Don't worry. I'm sure it won't hurt a whore like you" he replied with an amusement expression.

He cut my pants off me, leaving me in only my bra and underwear. I wanted more than anything to hide my body from his eyes. He was looking at me like a piece of meat he was about to devour.

He began unbuckling his belt when a knock was heard at the door. Shortly afterwards the door opened and in walked blondie.

"Tayler, what are you doing in here?" he snapped.

"What am I doing in here? I should be asking what the fuck you are doing in here?" she snapped back at him.

"I'm busy. Get out!" he ordered her.

"No. Let me help you" she offered.

"Help me? Sweetheart if you haven't already seen, I'm doing quite alright in here" he replied with a smug look on his old wrinkled face.

"No, I mean that we can get what we both want. You can have your way with her while recording it. We can make Emilio watch and see that she is just a whore. He'll leave her for me" she replied with a triumph smirk.

Clearly these two were even more insane than I had anticipated.

"Fine, I'm only doing this to get you out of my house" he said grumpily.

"Great. I'll set everything up" she kissed him on the cheek and left the room.

"Well then... Are you ready to put on a show?" he asked with a huge grin on his face.

I just laid there and gulped in fear as I thought about all the possible outcomes. This couldn't be happening to me. What have I ever done to deserve this?

I was kidnapped by Emilio first and then I fell in love.

Love?

Could it be possible that I actually love him?

There was no way that was possible. It was too soon for me to even be considering the possibility of love. There was no way that, that was what I was feeling. It was too soon to be thinking about love.

I admit I do have feelings for him, but I don't think that it was possible to love someone in such a short period of time. I mean, I don't even know anything about him.

Then I was kidnapped by a psychopath, parading as my father. He was sweet and gentle in the beginning, but it didn't take long for his true colors to shine through his façade.

I've always wanted to know why my father had left, or at least the man that I had thought was my father. Never in a million years had I thought that my actually father would have been the leader of the Russian Mafia.

I have been surprised so much over these past few days that I don't think that there was anything left that would actually surprise me.

I still couldn't believe it. I was a Russian, with mafia blood coursing through my veins. I always knew that I was always drawn to the darkness, but this just helped explain why it was so easy for me to adjust to the mafia life.

I think I have finally found where I belonged in this world. I have always tried to fit in with people that just couldn't understand me, but now I knew who I am.

I was addicted to doing bad and it was time to stop fighting it and give into that darkness that always surrounded me.

Now moving back to the present, I was now kidnapped by an angry old man.

"I'm just going to set everything up here. I'll create a live feed so that Emilio is able to watch" she said walking over to the side of the bed with her camera equipment.

"All done" she said as she was preparing to leave the room.

Our eyes connected for a second and I tried to plead with her to not let him do this. She gave me a cold stare as she moved towards the door.

"Enjoy" she called over her shoulder.

"Oh I will" the old man said rubbing his hands together with an evil grin on his face.

I looked over to camera, where I was sure that Emilio could see me. I mouthed an 'I'm sorry' and turned my face away from the camera.

I felt so helpless in this situation, that I couldn't help the tears of frustration that came.

I had been crying way too much. Crying wasn't going to get me out of this situation. I was all alone and there was nothing that I could do. No one could save me.

The man was now in his underwear. He walked over to me and kneeled between my legs. He ran his hands along my body as I shivered in disgust.

He grabbed the knife and cut open my bra and later cut open my underwear as well. I was now bare before him and I wanted more than anything to hide my body away from him.

He was the second man to every see me naked and the thought made me feel nausea.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you" he said leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck.

He was sucking my skin like a leech and I was sure that was going to leave a bruise. He moved his head to face me and brought his lips against mine. I bit his lip and he pulled back quickly and slapped me across the face.

"You bitch!" he shouted as he spat in my face.

"You like it rough huh. I'm going to show you rough" he grinned.

"No. Please don't do this" I begged fighting against my restraints.

I was screaming and shouting for 'help' because I knew what was about to come and I wanted more than anything for this to be a nightmare.

He took off his underwear and positioned himself at my opening. I was still begging and pleading with him not to do this.

He smirked at me one last time and just as he was about to enter me a gunshot rang through the room.

Blood splashed on my face as the old man now sported a bullet wound on his forehead. He fell to the side, revealing the shooter.

Emilio.

I was still in shock of everything that happened that I couldn't help but pass out.

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