The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

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Fresh air. The smell of pine, citrus and fresh leaves just consume my every cell forcing my lungs to

expand and inhale the glorious scents. It’s refreshing, too bad I can’t enjoy it as I frantically look around

searching the garden around me. I quickly whip my head to both sides looking to see if those big burly

men that wear all black with the guns strapped to their shoulders saw me scurry from the trellis the

balcony that connected to the luxurious room I called my prison cell.

The cool night air does nothing for my nerves as my heartbeat starts to increase. I wait patiently

counting to 5. This is it. This is my chance. If I fail, I doubt they will ever let me see the sun again for an

awfully long time. I will not be bound to that bed any longer. I can’t be their queen. 5….4…3…2….1!

I quickly dash across the vast open gardens. The silver glow of the crescent moon reflects off the

neatly just trimmed grass and hedges. The smell of it just being cut this morning still lingers in the air

mixed with the rose bushes that line the walking paths. I just need to get to the tree line. The forest is

thick and should hopefully be my salvation. The sound of chirping crickets are all the sounds I hear

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amongst the rapid beats of my own heart and the soft thudding of my feet along the ground.

At the furthest edge of the garden is the bench under the big Magnolia tree that they would allow me to

sit and read on the good days. It was the only place I ever found some semblance of peace. The quiet

serenades of nature would help transport my mind to the imaginary places of my books and allow me

to revel in the beauty of the literature and forget why I was there, in this house, with those men.

I stop briefly at my bench. To take a moment to check my surroundings. I made the mistake of looking

back at the house. Big mistake. Standing on my balcony, illuminated by the moon of the sky and the

harsh bright light of the room behind them, stood the men I fear the most. My captors.

They had their arms crossed watching me in silence. Even though I was on the far side of the garden

and the darkness of the sky blocked out their stern gazes, I could still make out the challenge in their

features. They are daring me to take another step. I take a quick breath, lower my head like I have

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done before giving them the impression that I am once again submitting to them. But this time, not a

chance! I look up and stick my tongue out, raise both of my bruised wrists in the air holding out my

middle fingers as a show of defiance before I turn on my heels and run into the forest behind me and

under the cover of the darkness.

“AURORA!” one calls out. I hear my name a few more times, slowly fading in the distance as I pick up

speed. It’s so dark under the canopy of these trees. I stumble into fallen branches and hear the crunch

of twigs and leaves beneath my feet. A few scrapes liter my legs and arms. My chest is becoming

heavy as I try to push oxygen in my screaming lungs. Every muscle is burning, but I cannot stop. I

swerved left then right trying to find a path.

“AURORA!” S h i t. They are getting closer. I stumbled and fell on a broken limb of a tree. My palms

and my knees take the brunt of the fall, my weight harshly pounding into the ground. Ouch. I take a

moment to look behind me. I see small lights dancing through the tree line. Four… no six… no… F*CK!

I see at least 10 lights dancing towards the direction I am in. My breath starts to speed up.

“Aurora! Come back sweetie! Surrender now and you will only get the whip! You know you can’t run

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from us!”

I stay silent. I quickly saw a larger tree to my right with a small h*le at the base. I quietly pick myself up

and crawl towards the tree trying not to make any sounds. Once at the tree I pull my knees to my chest,

cover my m*uth with my cut-up hands and try to breathe as slowly as I can to bring down my racing

heart. If I move, they will see me.

“AURORA! BABY GIRL YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE!!…. COME. OUT. NOW!” F*ck. This is not good.

They are so p*ssed.

And then silence. Nothing. Not even the chirps of the insects. No shining lights through the forest

reflection on the trees. I hold my breath. 1…2…3…. I count and get to 60. Maybe they left? I close my

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eyes for a moment. I don’t hear them. I finally allow myself to exhale and a small smile creases my

cheeks. I did it! I really did it. Now I just must get out of here.

“Well, hello sweetheart.”

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