The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

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The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

22 – The Maze

Aurora POV

“On your mark…get set… RUN!”

On those words, I find myself running through the cement fortress. The walls are tall, and you can see splotches of red color along the walls are you pass. I turned left only to follow the path into a dead end. I retraced my steps until I find another entry point and choose right.

I am winded and confused, frustrated, and exhausted. I cannot see anything other than identical cement walls; I cannot hear anything other than my staggering breaths. I stop dead in my tracks when a loud horn is sounded followed by the sounds of masculine battle cries. I realize my 5 minutes is up and I continue to quicken my pace.

I reach another dead end and quickly turn around, only to see a tall masculine blonde–haired man with a blue arm band. His sinister smile makes me want to vomit. I turn around and try to make it to the opening I had once passed through only for strong arms to wrap around my torso. I scream in distress and begin to thrash in his hold.

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I am instantly thrown up against the wall, him pinning me with his whole body. I hear a whistle blow three quick times near my ear. I then feel my body being turned around. A knee is pushed against the wall and before I have time to register anything, my body is pulled over the knee, my ass is in the air and then I feel a hard SMACK!

Are you shitting me? He is actually spanking me.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Then there is another whistle, three short blows and he releases me. Fuck that hurts! He was so rough. He tells me I better run, and I waste no time in staggering to the next entry way I see. I hear a long whistle in the distance and hear a piercing scream. Brianna! I pray that her punishment isn’t too rough.

Sadly to continued ear shattering screaming until another long whistle is blown makes me think she got hurt.

Next thing I know, I hear another horn blaring. This one was a lower baritone, like a mariner horn. Then a rumble is felt like a small quake and the panels of the cement walls begin to move. Some panels turn in different angles, others are lifted up. A panel I am near begins to move in my direction and I am forced to run as fast as I can into another passageway before the cement wall crushed me.

kidding me?

I scream to myself. But then I realize that of course this little game

adrenaline because I raise my foot

hear another long whistle and more screams. I come to another dead end,

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22 The Maze

after the last one. Poor Brianna! Then I hear the low horn again and watch the panels move. I

strong arm is wrapped around my torso pulling me close to a chest. I scream while I am being turned to notice another freakishly tall muscled man,

hair and knees me again. Four more knees to the torso and ribs before

somehow find strength to get up and wobble to the next hole in the wall.

and the panels move. Then a long whistle and more

stop in my tracks as I see Jason and Ben, together. They are standing right next to the next entry point. I look behind me and see

be stopped by my captors. They chuckle and pull out their whistle and blow their whistle six

each get our time” Jason says next to my car. His hot breath fans the hairs

backs. Jason uses his forearm to push me against the wall, putting pressure on my neck. It’s difficult to breath and I feel Ben pulling one of hands to the wall next to me, pinning it down. He then proceeds to smack my arm,

and black dots are in my vision. Ben moves to my

SLAP SLAP SLAP.

kiss on the forehead. I fell to the ground gasping for air, and they walk away. The wall moving

at

few more halls before I find myself in a little dead–end nook.

something unexpected happens.

myself in allows me to see a few paths without necessarily being

and he looked around before pushing on a panel and disappearing. I took a look at the panel in front of me and noticed a

move

side of the wall. I hear the horn once again and the panels move.