The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Malia Men and Their Prize

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20 It’s time for your punishment

Aurora POV

Ugh! I feel myself waking up, my senses slowly coming back to me. A killer migraine is pounding in my head making me want to just curl up under my sheets and hide. I try to move my hand to ease the ache over my eyes but find that

niy movements are cut short.

As I slowly try to move the rest of my limbs, I realize I can only move my head which is very sore as my chin rests on my chest.

There is ringing in my ears and there is this high–pitched tune that pierces to the depth of my soul. It makes me queasy. It takes me a few more minutes before my senses come back to me and the events before I fell into darkness flood my brain.

Before I can open my eyes fully, that high pitched screech reaches my ears again and I realize it is not a tune, but someone screaming.

“Please stop!” I hear a female voice scream; their voice is shaking, and you can hear her tears as she pleads for mercy.

That voice is not just some random girl. It’s Brianna!

I am able to open my eyes and they adjust quickly to the scene in front of me. I gasp and my own tears start to cascade down my cheeks before I am even aware of my surroundings.

1 am in a cold cement room. There are no windows, and I cannot see a door or any possible exit. There is a single light overhead casting down and a small metal grate in the flour, like a drain. In the middle of the room above the drain, Brianna is hanging high. Her feet are fully off the ground, her hands way above her head, secured by thick ropes and she is suspended by a meat hook. Her clothes are in shredded pieces around her body and there is blood all over her. Her face is swollen and purple, one eye is completely shut. Her nose looks black and blue with dried blood running down her face and onto her exposed chest. She struggles against her restraints, and you can see a tall figure in the shadows, his back to us.

I am off to the side, sitting in a wooden chair. My arms, legs, and torso are all strapped down by thick leather straps, and they are bone crushing fight. I can see that my hands are a slight purple in color, obviously from the lack of blood flow. I noticed I have a ball gag in my mouth, pretty much muting the screams I am attempting to make.

I begin to thrash against my own restraints and my chair makes a few scooting noises against the cement floor, gaining the attention of the man in the shadows.

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