You may have stolen me
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me
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No one answered her as one of the men leaped at her, grabbing her arm with the spoon.
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Dahlia swung around and slammed her fist into the face of one of the men, letting out a gasp of pain as her knuckles made contact. She kicked, fought, and struggled with every bit of strength she had like a wild animal, screaming as loudly as she could.
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It didn't take long for the trained men to subdue the little baker girl. Soon, she was tied, gagged, and blindfolded.
They led Dahlia out of the store and to a windowless van, throwing her in the back of it. A few minutes later, they were driving off to who knows where. -
Dahlia struggled against her restraints, twisting in the seat. She hunched over, trying to tug at her blindfold with her bound hands.
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Soon, they arrived at a grand estate. After opening the trunk of the car, they grabbed her and pulled her inside. They dragged her down the basement stairs, not caring whether she fell or not.
After tying her to a chair, they ungagged and unblindfolded her. As soon as that was finished, the two that had brought her down there left. On his way out, one of them said, "Don't bother screaming. No one will hear you."
And with that, the door slammed shut, with a telltale click of a lock being secured.
(Also sorry these are bad, I'm tired lol) -
Lol don't worry, take a big sleep))
Dahlia took in quick breaths before trying to slow down her breathing and not panic. "Okay okay okay..." she said rapidly as she looked around and tried to adjust to the darkness. She could feel parts of her throbbing from where she'd gotten tossed around like a ragdoll, promising vivid bruises in the future. She leaned her head back, fighting back tears. Why me? -
Hours later, the heavy metal door opened once again. In walked a man with very pale blonde hair. His green eyes were malicious, and his mouth formed into a scowl. The way the expression fit on his face was like it was the only one he ever made.
"So," he said, closing the door behind him. "You're Nickola's little obsession." His voiced matched the leader of the group that had taken her. He had changed his clothes, though, into a pair of dress pants and a button-down shirt.
He slowly walked towards Dahlia, doing his best to make her nervous and on edge. "What should I do with you?" he whispered almost to himself. -
Dahlia tugged against her restraints, glaring at him viciously. "You should let me go! I have nothing to offer you," she snapped with as much courage as she could muster. Her voice was a little faint but fierce nonetheless. She decided to lie a little. "I have a roommate. She's going to know I'm gone and she'll call the police."
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The man chuckled. "You think you can lie to me? You think I haven't done research on you?"
He lowered himself to her level, peering at her curiously. "How good of a spy do you think you'd be?" -
"I'm not interested in spying for you," Dahlia hissed, seething with anger. Maybe she was being cocky, but her terror and mournfulness had melted away into pure rage. Who did this guy think he was, kidnapping her in her own bakery?!
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"Well, then it's going to be very painful and slow death for you," the man said, standing up. He took out his phone and took a picture of her to send to Nickola. He silently laughed to himself in his head at how foolish the Italian man was. Any sort of connection outside the Underworld was dangerous, especially for someone with as many enemies as Nickola.
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Dahlia bit her lip hard, trying not to sob. This is so unfair. What have I done to deserve this? Her vision blurred from tears but she forced them aside. She would not give this twisted man the satisfaction of breaking her. She would not let him see her cry. The taste of blood brought her to her senses and she stopped biting on her lip, cringing at the metallic taste. She prayed that she'd be able to find a gun or some sort of weapon to bring herself a quick and dignified death.
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"Last chance," the man said, gently placing his phone in his pocket. "Either you spy on Nickola or suffer an excruciating death."
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Dahlia tugged against her restraints angrily, glaring at him. Spy on Nickola? Maybe if she agreed, they'd let her go and she could get help. Let the authorities deal with these thugs! She relaxed a little, hunching over in a defeated position although her mind was racing. "Fine. I'll do it."
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A slow, chilling smile came to his face. "Good choice," was all he said as he brought out his knife to cut her bindings. But just as he neared her, there were loud noises from upstairs. A second later, his phone started ringing. He glared at her as if telling her not to try anything in her bound-up state, and answered the phone.
"We're under attack!" the man on the other side of the phone said.
"Who?" the man asked.
"Nickola."
He narrowed his eyes at Dahlia. "I'll be right there," he said. And with that, he walked out the door, loudly locking it behind him.
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