Mariana
It was Bianca’s birthday. I had been marking the days off with anything I could while I was captured. I knew the men that took me meant to kill me. But once I had arrived at whatever compound they had, I held in a dingy basement and fed scraps, and whoever was behind the whole uprising was now in a debate. I suspected there was more than one clan involved at this point, and they couldn’t decide if I was worth more to them dead or alive. It didn’t matter, though, because this was the last day of my life I was spending as a slave, a prisoner, or whatever else these damn men wanted. I was going to escape the minute they brought me dinner or came in to play Russian Roulette, or I was going to die trying. My daughter needed me, and come to think of it, so did Ion. Plus, he finally was beginning to deserve me.
I knew from life with my father and by watching Jonas and his men how to fight in a physical battle if I needed to, or at least the basics of self-defense. I knew the pressure points and other sensitive areas and the premise of how to get out of a hold of necessary. But those things didn’t work when you had two to three large men after you, and they all had guns. I had a new appreciation for what Ion had taught me, and I knew if I was going to have even a narrow chance of making it out of there alive that I would need to sue all he showed me.
The sounds of men with large feet stomping around assailed my ears, and I began to frantically tug at the ropes binding my wrists. They were tied well, but I had made sure to get the rope wet many times, and they had not changed it since I got there, confident in their ability to keep me there. I didn’t know if they thought I was weak and pliable because of my time with Jonas or if the compound I had been blindfolded and taken to was completely overrun by whatever can members were involved in this underground betrayal. I thought my father had been rolling over in his grave before, but he certainly was now. The mob was I knew it was falling apart, and I didn’t know who the bad guy even was. They had been incredibly good at hiding it and thought many of the men spoke Russian or Romanian, that didn’t tell me much.
I could feel the rope pulling away, and though it hurt and I knew my wrists would bleed, I was determined to free my hands so I could take these guys. Just as I saw their shadows coming towards me, I was free. I tried to ignore the searing pain and kept my hands behind my back to maintain the illusion that I was tied up. The element of surprise would be my best bet.
One of the men that entered was Roman, Viktor’s brother who had directly betrayed Ion. I didn’t understand why he would do that. Ion was so good to his men, and they made a pretty penny. I wondered what exactly he was being offered. I could smell the alcohol on all of them as they came up to me. “It is a shame,” Roman said in his thick accent. “You are so very pretty, even with all this dirt and all the cuts on you. I guess now you will just be pretty in your grave. Tonight is the night,” Roman announced, making the other men laugh.
Roman came a little close for my comfort, and I suspected what he was after, though it made me want to vomit. I was still in the dress from the party, but my heels had been taken from me just in case I got the idea to sue them as a weapon. My nails had even been shortened. They hadn’t taken many chances, except for the one they didn’t expect.
As Roman leaned in, sliding his hand up that split in my dress that had given Ion so much pleasure, I had to fit the urge to just kick him in the balls and spit in his eye immediately. I needed him to get a little closer, my eyes occasionally darting to where he kept his gun. I would have to be strategic because it was a revolver; limited bullets and too long to refill if I did find any. I would have to take these three out with one shot each and hang onto the rest, just hoping it was fully loaded.
He reached my panties, and I tried not to gag. I had to make this work. “Maybe I can at least have a little fun before we let you go. It always did sound like Ion had a blast with you.” His words sounded like they were coming from a snake. What was with these disgusting men just taking what they wanted form women, especially me. They had no idea what they were dealing with.
I had to pretend I wanted it. “One last hoorah, then?” I asked as sensually as I could manage.
“Ha! I told you all she was just a whore. It was a shame that Jonas kept her to himself all those years. We could have all had some fun with her.” I looked right into his eyes, pulling him close to me with his tie. I felt his hand touch the lips of my pussy and hated that I was doing this. The only consolation was that he was about to be dead.
He was so drunk and horny, he didn’t even realize what it meant as I pulled my bloody hands out from behind my back, and he was so fat he was blocking the view of me from the others. I acted like I was reaching for his pants but then pulled his gun out, shooting him right between the eyes. His blood and brains shot out towards me as he fell to the ground.
The other two looked in shock for a moment, so I managed to get one of them in the chest before the third pulled his gun. I rolled to avoid his gunfire before shooting out his knee cap and running out the door they had conveniently left open. I had no idea what I would find on the other side, but I knew I needed to stay fast and low wherever I was.
I was surprised when I came out into a parking garage, but it was completely contained underground. I couldn’t see any exits other than an elevator that likely led up to a very public place where I could easily be spotted. I would have to deal with it, and probably acquire more ammo along the way. I got the feeling I was probably going to die in this endeavor, but it was better than dying on their terms I supposed. I said a silent prayer as I ducked behind a car, hoping no security cameras caught me and gave me away too soon. I really wanted a miracle to get back to the two people I called my family.
I took a deep breath and dared to go to the elevator. I didn’t think anyone else was coming down right now. In fact, I suspected those three men were supposed to have taken me somewhere. I went to the elevator and took it up. I knew better than to try the ground floor since whatever kind of building I was in would have some kind of busy desk or something going on on the first floor. I chose the fourth floor at random, hoping I could quickly find the exit and get out of there. Once out, I would run several blocks and get a hold of Ion.
But as soon as I came out on the floor, I saw that it was also busy. The place was a boutique hotel, the kind with restaurants and shops in it. I suspected that at least some of the guests were involved with the mafia, and I felt like all eyes were on me as I walked through the halls, frantically searching for the way out. I wasn’t at all surprised when I found myself almost barreling into two men in suits. I shot without a thought, knowing I needed to incapacitate them enough to grab more bullets or guns. I grabbed a gun from one, seeing they were both alive but bloody. I kicked them a few times for good measure, hearing the screams of guests that saw. This was going to be a big mess Ion would have to clean up when it was all over. I couldn’t worry about it, though. I had to find the way out, and as more men came towards me, I realized I needed to go back to the elevator and get to another floor. That’s when I saw it, the door that said “stairs.”