Chapter 4

Moving away from the tattooed face man, I grinned again. This time not nervous, but scared for my life. My eye kept looking around for anything that would help me; anything at all including me staring at where the sun doesn’t shine, you won’t blame me, I just want to escape even if I spend some time imagining how big and long it would be.

  When I felt he was no longer looking at my face, I inhaled deeply and dashed toward the door. Before I could get to the door, I felt his tight grip on my hair, yanking it back with so much strength that I felt it would uproot. I wanted to fight him off, to just scream and escape but nothing happened. I was paralyzed with fear that I felt myself become so light. More fear engulfs me when I felt the man’s warm palm holding my jaw tight for a few seconds before letting me go.

"Where is it?" His cold voice asked, "Where is the ring you piccolo ladro!" {Tiny thief}

What!

  Did he just call me a tiny thief in Italian? I can't remember stealing from him, I swear I haven't seen his face in all my stay in Italy unless....did I miss his face too?

  "Don't act lost, ragazza" he yanked me to his face "Where is my fvcking ring?" {Girl}

   Raising his other hand again, I gasped loudly as I got a sight of his face. It's him, the guy I stole the ring from that sluggish man, and his funeral attendance friends. Am I going to die? Nah, that’s too much to worry about now. It could just be that he needs something else or ….what else am I going to say 

   Now yanking me out, he threw me to the back seat of the white car I saw earlier before I could say anything. Turning to run away through the second door, I froze. 

   "Gun?" I asked unsurely.

   I can feel it! A freaking gun pressed to my head and...Is that a....nothing? His face just looks flat and I can tell that he is the kind of person that would kill you and still eat your flesh.

   "Do you want to bring out my ring or I blow up your Fvcking brain?"

  "I don't have your ring" I managed to say shaking.

In no time, tears began to flow down my eyes.

  "Please don't kill me, I don't have your ring" I cried.

  How do I tell him I had the ring in my mouth and when he yanked my hair, I swallowed it!

Terrified, I flashed him a toothy grin. Honestly, I knew that wasn't the best thing to do but what else could I have done? Watch him still press the gun to my head without saying my last words before I die.

  The car seem comfortable, and I can vouch that it was the most comfortable place I had ever been. Moreover, no man has ever opened a door for me until now and it's my first time entering a fancy car like this.

Maybe I just like it here.

"Where is it...?"

"Amara" I mumbled.

  The sluggish man scoffed.

That doesn't look like he approved of me talking or did I do something bad aside from stealing and swallowing an expensive ring? Not bad though, or maybe not.

  'I think my stomach is rich!'

  "Have I seen you before in my life?" I asked, trying to lie.

Frankly, I wished I haven't at all in my life. My heart race as I imagine all sorts of misfortunes that would befall me today. Even if, he could have just let it slide because he looked like someone that can.

  If it were to be judged, I would have let it pass since I wasn't planning on stealing from him again today. I didn't touch him, I can vouch he touched me first so what would he be tormenting me over a ring I might have sold if not for my good imposes.

  Oh shit!

I said it! I knew stealing would be my end but I never listened to my dumb self!

My eyes were wide open as I sucked in my lower lip. My gaze slowly moved away from the man to the second person seating in the front seat of the car. He was dressed in a black suit and matching black gloves. His neck was covered in odd-looking tattoos same as half of his face. Through the front mirror, I stared at the man's blank expression through the mirror and trembled. Scared, I wondered if he was human until he slightly moved.

  Frankly, the man looks like a statue. Blonde hair, perfect face, no smile just like the sluggish man and….they somehow look alike just different colors of hair. The sluggish man’s hair seems jet black while his ….should I call him a clone or …twin? Well, they were not going to kill me now at least, if they want to, they would have done something since.

  Pffffff! What a huge relief.

  My eyes drifted to something I had been trying not to look at, a gun. A black short gun with something around the mouth makes the gun a bit longer.

  A freaking silencer!

I have seen that much in movies! And what the heck is he moving it as if wanting me to see it properly?

  I am done! I am so done!!

I wished I had stopped stealing when I had the chance. I wished I had walked away when I saw the sluggish man or just moved along with the 500$. 

  Now my body would be thrown out now or maybe later because of a freaking ring I have no idea of its origin. 

  "Hi?" I said unsure of what else to say in midst of the awkward silence.

  "I think you have made a big mistake, Sirs," I said with a scared smile on my face "You know there are lots of girls like me and my hair?" I touched it "It's black and long and it's straight and..."

  "I don't give a fuck about what you look like...girl" The sluggish man said calmly.

Damn!

  Wasn't he the one yanking the heck out of me to even throw me into this car? Why then does he look so calm to the point of talking extremely sluggish?

  Yeah! No wonder I named him the sluggish man. Maybe I should be evil to make it perfect.

Evil sluggish man, perfect.

  "I see you don't have a 500$ note to distract me with today," The man said "But I bet a bullet in your head would do better".

  A bullet in my head? That can't happen again. Not for real.

That was the craziest thing I have ever heard in my life. Worst, the car began to drive at full speed as if being chased. It could be the police had found out about me being kidnapped and for two glorious minutes, I was happy.