THE MAFIA'S SLAVE

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hed the roof, we saw a ladder leading down to the ground. We knew it was our chance. We started to climb down the ladder, but then we heard a no

can just run away, without any consequences? I don't think so.' I could feel the girl shaking next to me. I knew we had to stay calm, but it was

see anything. He locked the door behind us, and we were left alone. We both sat down on the floor, feeling numb an

pen to us. And then, we heard footsteps outside the door. The door opened, and the light from the hallway flooded into the room. A

the door, and we saw a huge room, filled with opulent furniture and expensive art. The man who owned the house was sitting at a desk, and he motion

e room. He was dressed in an expensive suit, and he looked at us with a cold, calculating gaze. 'I am here to collect the girl,' he said.

er eyes filled with fear. I wanted to reach out to her, to tell her it would be okay. But I couldn't. I could only watch as

ead his expression. 'You're still here,' he said. 'That's good. You have a job to do.' I looked at him, my heart racing. 'What job?' I asked. The

d that he shouldn't get rid of me. But as I worked, I couldn't stop thinking about the other girl. I wondered where she was, and what was happening to her. I praye

o do something to help her. But what could I do? I was trapped here, and I had no way to get out. I sat down on the floor, feeling lost a