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hat is it?" His

Give me my mother,"

reached for a revolver from his waist a

I'll shoot this bullet straight through your skull," and I knew he would follow th

er end to bring his mother in, adding that he understood Italian. I was also fluent in Spanish, Ge

ntion after they had explored the room. She seemed to want to embrace him since her eyes were beaming with happiness, but instead, she went and

wo additional guys who were waiting outside. For the love of God, I could move! When I attempted to accomplish it, my legs gave ou

rists increased. A card was poking out of the man's pocket in front of me as I stared at him. My mind had thought. I extended my hand and carefully slipped the card out. I was careful to limit m

, "Turn up the radio,"

sence lasted four years. I endured much suffering in the "safe house" for four long years. Now, I was eighteen. I was

w. I kept attempting to break free of my constraints. It took a while, but eventually, I was able to cut the rope. I carefully observed the two guys in front of me as I worked to unrav

strike. What kind of nasty canines they keep there is a mystery only the Lord knows. To get to the front of the home, we took the long road that was flanked by well-trimmed shrubs. Befor

ing made such a wonderful sound. I feel as if the other man attempted to strike me and used our combined weight to drag him over my back and down. I turned and attempted to fl

my captor, but I didn't cry out

ues, including various tones of gold, grey, and black. The building smelled like freshly made cookies and fireworks, and the chandeliers gleamed from the rooftops. It's an o

ree stairs, I wouldn't be able to exit this home. I was imprisoned until I could gather enough knowledge to get out. I brus

s she followed her son, she didn't seem phased. I also concluded that it wa

ade of dark cherry were opened by Luca, and we entered a large space. Flat-screen TVs lined the walls, with seats arranged around a large circular desk in the center. I w