The Mafia's Prized Possession

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Or why I couldn't see or why I had a blindfo

es on the laptop that my father got me when he traveled last month to Greece. And why my kidnapper had to hypnotize me with a

erb. This is not something I should be thinking of in my position but I have to dist

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and brought back up again. From another corner again I heard forthcoming footsteps, like someone who knew they were in control. Other foot

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cream with pleas of help. I couldn't hear what was being said or what was transpiring since my eyes were closed

place was- up? A

ust my eyes to the light in the room and then my eyes came to focus and locked on pair of beady black e

Wide mouth. Slicked back ha

ian accent from the far end of the room where it was dark. The

in what I assumed to be Russ

don't spea

room and voices of faces I couldn't ide

by Russians. Bloody, ruthless Russians.

going on? I seem to be the only one wh

me and placed his hands -again, on my shoulders. His pudgy

think about it, my father was nowhere to be found. The next things I hear

ong with the sound of a walking stick but whoever

a shrill, scary laugh

my father's

myself forward in my seat but hel

red. "I'll call the police. They'

red and I kept quiet instantly. I assumed that's

Don't ask any q

fore, this time the tip his walking stick resting under my chin. My heartbeat drummed loudly in m

an and his gang to spare my life when it was supposed to be the other way round. When my father was

going on? What'

s behind him shuffle then the sound of a chair placed wher

ly this time. His voice hi

uldn't remember doing anything that would warrant putting me in this position. Especially one where I would be k

sus pleas

een nothing but a straight A student your whole life. I also know that You're one of

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ight on the chair and mak

our father ow

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ficer father owes the Russian L

xpecting this. I wasn'