The Mafia's Daughter

susan rocks!

susan rocks!

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Hi, this is a story I'm just making up on the spot, though I did write the beginning paragraph at school. Hope you like, and please comment.

I was lying on a cold wet surface, terrified to the core of what I knew would eventaully come. I kept my eyes shut, and tried to stop hyper-ventilating from panic. I heard someone whisper in the distance "I think she's awake, what do we do with her now?"

The voice shocked me to the bone, for I knew who this belonged too. It was the man who had taken me in the first place, though I did not know his name. He was tall and lanky, though he was the strongest man I know of, and I wished I had never seen that stupid little tuffy moustatche that he was so proud of. Whenever I saw him, I always got the urge to punch him, but then never had the guts, for I knew it would make things much, much worse.

Please comment, for I will write more then.
 
You have certainly followed the principle of starting IN the action. If it were up to me, in the very next installment I would reveal some, but not all, of the explanation of why the heroine was kidnapped.
 
Before you go any farther, consider this: although movies have immortalized the original Italian Mafia, by now it is very small potatoes compared to its Chinese, Colombian, Jamaican, Mexican, Russian and Vietnamese counterparts.
 
Ok, thanks for the comments. I will reavel where the mafia are soon. I will also reveal some of why now. Thank you for the comments.



I heard the bolt slide out, the door swing open. The moustatche man walked in. I started to shuffle into the corner, against the wall. He walked right in front of me and knelt doen to my face. "So, are going to reveal more about your father know?"
My farther is the leader of the Italien Mafia. He was the reason I was here on the floor, with this man leaning over me. They wanted information, but I wasn't giving. I had been given some training, just mainly self-defense. Sadly, that's not much help when your bound in chains.

I looked into the man's face, trying to control the sense to spit on him. "No" I whispered. It felt weird to talk after a so long of being in silence. I had no idea how long I'd been down here.
 
Thanks for the support people!!! And Sam, not even I really knew I was going to be writing this!!! Anyways, sorry for the delay, I'm not aloud on my PC on weekdays.


"Looks like your just asking for some more fun torture!!!" Moustatche man smiled, the image obviously at the top of his mind. I started to get up, to show him I wasn't scared.
"Go on then, what are you waiting for?" I stared right into his eyes, the cold, black pites that they were, and walked over to the door. Well, I say walk, but it was more of a shuffle because it is very to hard to walk with chains on your ankles.
He grabbed my arm, tugging me so fast I fell to the floor, him standing over me. I started to get up, but he pushed me down again. He pushed his face to mine. "Filth like you deserve to stay on the floor."
He grabbed my hair, draging me over the floor. I started to struggle, trying to pry open his hands. He just took this as encouragement, and started to drag faster, and faster. I hear him puffing because of my weight, as I looked slim and skinny, but really have lots of hard packed muscle.
He suddenly stopped, pulling me to my feet by my hair, and started to drag me standing up. I kept pace easily, so he wasn't reallt draging me. This just made him more angry, so that he started to walk even faster, me still keeping pace, then he started to run. This was my perfect chance to try an escape plan. Him running made him easier to over-blalance, so I pushed agiainst him hard, so that he fell to the floor. Sadly he pulled me down with him, so I smacked against the hard concrete.
 
If she had gotten out, how far would she have made it in chains? But I suppose she figured she had nothing to lose by trying--and even might attract help.
 
Awww, Becca, you complain too much. Anyway, I will continue.... and Copperfox, wait and see about the chains.....


I punched him in the nose, trying to get away. He grabbed one of my feet, and I tried to kick him in the face, but he grabbed both legs, so I started to try to kick his hands off and wriggle away. He wouldn't let go, so I started to claw at his fingers, draging my ragged fingernails down his hands. I slapped him in the face, trying to distract him, but all he did was lay on my legs, crushing them, and grab my hands in his. I was hindered by the chains, but managed to use it to my advantage, swinging the middle spare bit up to hit his face. His grip slackened, so I drew my feet out and kicked him straight in the face. His head slouched, and I could tell I had knocked him out.
I started to rummage through his pockets, trying to find the keys to my chains. I looked all through them, and looked up at his face. Then I saw the rough cord round his neck. I grabbed it and saw a bunch of keys attached. I snapped the cord, and started to test all the keys in the locks. I found the right one after about 10 keys, and un-locked both my hand and ankle chains.
I felt good to have free movement, though I felt stiff after finally being able to stretch properly, but I didn't have enough time for those things. I went over to Moustatche man, grabbing his sword, dagger and gun, strapping them on round my waist. Never had I been so grateful to my training, as Weapons had been another thing I'd learnt. I searched his pockets more carefully, taking things like a water canteen and any type of food, like chocolate bars. I also toke the multi-tool, as they have many uses.
I started down the corridor, hoping I was going the right way.
 
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Yeah it was, want the next bit? Here you go:


I started to jog, hoping to get out of here as soon as possible. Suddenly, one of the guard's rounded the corner. I sprinted bak down the corridor into the shadows, hoping to blend in. Just in case I set my pistol to silent. They walked straight to past me, and I let out the huge breath I didn't even know I had been holding.
I started to jog back down the corridor, peering round the corridor. I knew Mustatche man would have woken up by now, but I didn't think he would be on the hunt already!
He was standing there with about 5 guards, a map spread on the floor. If only I could get a glimpse. Then I would know the way out. Maybe if I stayed and watched I could ambush whichever man picked it up.
I kept watch as Moustatche man pointed in random directions, making no sense to me. The map was picked up by a random guard, who started jogging down the corridor toward. I silently dashed back in the shadow, deciding I was going to follow him at afar.
I kept to the shadows, silently following his jogging pace.
He stopped and knocked on a door I hadn't noticed, opening to let him through. I went up and examined the door, realising why I hadn't noticed it. The door blended into the wall, the exact same grey. I knocked, then ran into the shadows. The door opened, a guard poking his head out. I could see past his head, and there was no other guards there, just a long shadow. I waited until he closed the door then knocked again, hiding against the side of the door. It opened and I elbowed him in the face.
 
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