Mr Mafia COME INSIDE ME

Vivian's POV

"Please, Father, don't let them take me away!" I begged, my voice shaking with fear.

My father stood still, his eyes fixed on me as the men dragged me away. My younger brother, Neil, grasped my hand, trying to hold on, but they pushed him aside.

"Someone, please call the police! I'm being kidnapped!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

One of the men, with a menacing glare, at me "What? Can't I talk?" I spat in his face, defiant.

They look nothing to being human because they look more like a bulldozer.

He raised his hand to hit me, but another man stopped him. "The boss said no harm, no scratches."

I struggled and kicked, but they held me tight. "Who is their boss? What does he want from me?" I thought, panic rising.

Why was everyone scared of him? Why wasn't anyone helping me?

As they forced me into the car, I thought of my mother. She wasn't healthy enough to handle this worry.

"I always thought the man I called Father was useless, but I never thought he'd be this heartless," I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face.

Let me go please!, I pleaded, but they ignored me. They don't even do like I was inside the car.

The car sped away, leaving my family and life behind. As we reached the middle of the deserted road, I grew more fearful and desperate to escape.

"Stop the car, I need to use the restroom!" I pleaded.

They ignored me until I shouted again.

"Stop the car!"

They finally stopped, and one of them ordered, "Get out."

I crossed to the other side of the road, followed by one of the men. As I headed towards the bushes, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm uncomfortable relieving myself with people around," I explained.

"What do you mean?" he asked again.

"I can't urinate with people watching," I repeated.

How does that affect you? He asked.

He really have a big problem, so you expect to ease myself infront of you? I asked

He grabbed my clothes, trying to drag me back to the car, but the other man intervened.

"Leave her alone," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, but before I could get an answer, one of the men whispered, "What if she tries to escape?" His companion replied sternly, "She can't."

I smirked, sensing an opportunity. As the first man stepped away from me, allowing me to enter the bushes, I pretended to bend down. When I noticed they weren't paying attention, I seized my chance and started running.

"She's getting away!" one of them shouted.

They chased after me, their footsteps pounding the ground. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart racing with fear. They didn't know I was a skilled runner; if they had seen my talents in school, I would probably be representing my country by now.

One of them grabbed my arm, spinning me around. "You think you can escape?" he sneered, raising his hand to slap me.

I struggled to break free, but he was too strong. Just then, the other man intervened.