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CAPTURED YET CURIOUS

Author: sheisarielle
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-20 13:52:00

My legs moved like they have never moved before, as fast as lightning. In no time, I was miles away from the mansion; running in whatever direction my gut felt right. The environment suddenly became familiar… I can recognize this dark alley any day. My bar! I sighted my bar’s exterior some miles away and picked up my pace, hoping a way out of this mess would pop up.

“Hey!” I heard a shout some miles ahead. The bright light of a car’s broken head lamp illuminated my bar all the more causing me to quicken my pace- here’s the way out I needed.

“Hey!!” I shouted back, waving the car down. The closer I got, the blurrier my vision became. “Help!!”

I heard the car stop and then reverse back… even the car looks familiar. It looks like some vintage old car my dad used to drive back in Italy. Everything looks familiar… am I dreaming again?

“Need a ride?” The light skinned driver asked. Another masked guy sitting beside him stared intently at me before looking away.

“Yes
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  • STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS   BURNING TO THE GROUND

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