Taken By The Mafia Lord

Freya sat on the three seater couch, slowly grinding on her popcorn while she watched the latest TV horror show, "Evil Dead Rise." She has heard of the movie so she decided to give it a try.

While she was busily watching the movie, the door suddenly banged open. Fear gripped her heart, in a reflex action, the popcorn in her hands fell to the ground. She frowned thinking it was Olsen, her elder brother, since that was another trait of him whenever he returns home.

"What the fuck has gone over you, Olsen!" She yelled only to see a group of masked men walk into her home.

One of them had a gun pointing at her. Freya was still and she remained quiet. "I will need you to remain silent, Miss Bred." He instructed

Freya was lost in confusion as she couldn't comprehend what exactly was going on. She glared at the masked men, specifically at the one who had a gun pointed at her.

"Please. Please, I beg you, don't kill me." She pleaded.

"No one is hurting you, Miss Bred, not until I say so." A young gentleman, dressed in a black suit with a hat on his head which almost made his eyes invisible, walked in. He has a golden cane in one hand and the other in his side pocket.

Freya got more scared at the figure, she felt like pissing on her pants. She hasn't experienced such a situation before, and she doesn't need any one to explain to her that they are actually here for her brother Olsen.

He glared around the sitting room before dropping his gaze on her. "You don't have to be scared, Miss Bred, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm only here to ask you a few questions."

"I will answer whatever question you ask, but please don't hurt me." She said in a shaky tone.

He touched her cheek. "Like I said, I won't hurt you. Well, now I see why my nephew didn't stop coming after you." He smirked.

It was then Freya understood who her stranger was. "Your brother killed my cousin two days ago, and he has refused to surrender himself for his actions." A hint of pain sounded in his voice but he acted cool to hide it.

Freya's mouth was halfway open, but words couldn't find their way out. She was speechless. His cousin was Dento, her boyfriend. Olsen killed him after several warnings of her staying away from him. Freya loved Dento to an extent one would think they were going to marry, but Olsen never acknowledged their relationship.

After so many attempts to push Dento away from his sister, he finally got him killed two nights ago. Freya had been mourning for him since she heard the news and she was restricted by Olsen from going to see his dead body. All she did was sit her ass all day, watching movies or eating popcorn to clear her head from the sorrow.

Since that same night, Olsen never returned home. He only sends people to check on her and deliver her meals. He did whatever it took to make sure she was safe from the outsiders. But little did he know...

"I haven't seen Olsen since that night." She said. "He never called, he only sent people to check on me. He didn't even allow me to see his body. I swear, I don't know any thing about that night." She said, tears streaming down her eyes.

"You don't have to cry, sweetheart, I believe you."

He looked at the man who was holding the gun. "Drop the gun down." He ordered and he quickly dropped it in his back pocket.

He turns another and said. "Toma una foto de Ella, envíale la foto a Olsen"

Freya was scared, she didn't understand what they were saying. She had thought he was asking him to bring out a photo of Olsen to her. But when the man brought out his photo, he took a photo of her instead.

"We'll send this to your brother to notify him that we have you with us. And that you're definitely in safe hands too."

"No. No, please. You can't take me with you."

"It's the only way to bring him to us. When he surrenders himself to us, then we will let you go."

Freya pleaded with him to let her go but he didn't listen to her. He ordered them to take her to the car. Before he got to where the car was parked, Freya was deep in sleep. He hops into the same car they had kept her, zooming off the compound without any one noticing them.

Not so long after the stranger had left with Freya's body, Olsen came home to find every where quiet. He called Freya's name but got his echo bouncing back at him. He rushed to her room, there was no one in there. When he tried reaching her line, her ringtone sounded in the sitting room.

She had left her phone on the couch.

He noticed a white paper was folded on the same couch Freya's phone was on. He unfolded it, reading through the words. "Say goodbye to your little sister."

His phone beeped, a message popped in from an unknown number. He opens the message, it reads. "I believe you've seen my message. Your sister remains with me until you hand yourself over. If not, await her corpse in the next 48 hours."

He drops a picture of Freya while they were in the sitting room, and another while she lay unconscious in the car. "I don't joke when it comes to family, you should know that before now, Olsen. Her life is in your hands. The clock is ticking." Was the last message he sent.

Olsen paced the room, unable to think. He was out of ideas, he wasn't expecting Vincenzo in his home so soon. He had come to take Freya to his place only to find every where empty. He angrily kicked the glass table to the ground, not minding breaking it.

"Fuck you, Enzo!" He cursed.

Freya jerked up from her sleep, glaring around the unknown environment. The room was so small and had a nasty smell, the rays of light shun through the thin window above her head. She rubbed her eyes to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

She had thought the incident of last night was a dream, but her eyes were literally telling her that it wasn't. It was her reality.

What's this place? She thought to herself. Why am I in a cell?

She stepped out from the small bed she was laying on, rushing to the door. She banged on it several times, yelling on top of her voice. "Some body, help me! Some one! Any one!"

She heard the sound of footsteps and she stopped yelling. "Please, where am I?" She asked the figure who was now standing at the other side of the door.

"You're in a cell, Miss Bred." He said, sounding rude.

"Why am I in a cell? How did I get in here?"

"Were you expecting to wake up and see yourself laying on a king-sized bed? Well, you're remaining in here until your brother surrenders himself. And just in case you don't know, you have only 48 hours to live. While he is yet to show up, enjoy the little life you've got." He mocked before walking away.

Freya's eyes widened in fear as she tried to interpret the words with her brain. She has just 48 hours to live? This is all Olsen's fault. If he had let her be with Dento, none of this would have happened.

Tears streamed down her eyes as she fell to the ground. He had promised her the previous night that her life was in safe hands. He never told her that he was going to use her life in place of her brother's.

She never understood what it was to have a wicked brother until now. She hasn't gotten out from the pain of losing her first love, she was soon going to join him in the next life.

She ended up crying like a child, poor thing there was no one to console her. It's just her alone, stuck in a cell in the middle of nowhere. She vowed within herself never to forgive Olsen even in her next life.

And for the rest of the day, Freya was deprived from eating. It was more like no one noticed she existed. She sat on the small sized bed with a grumbling stomach.

Even as the evening came, the weather grew cold. She wasn't putting on some thing thick enough to hold back the cold. Her teeth gnashed, her body was shivering like she was gonna get frozen any moment from now.

This was the only time she had wished night never came so fast. She knew she only had a few hours left to go, and Olsen wasn't making any attempt to surrender himself for the evil he had committed.

While she struggled with fighting the cold, some one threw a plate of bread to the ground. She rushed to pick it, devouring it like some one who hasn't eaten for days. Freya was the type of person who loves eating, staying an hour without food felt like years to her.

It wasn't up to three minutes she was done eating, yet hungry for more. But right now, that didn't seem to matter. Even while she ate on the bread, all her mind could think of was herself. How it would feel leaving the world without a single achievement. How it felt dying for some thing she was innocent of.

She was a fan of horror movies where death is like a game. But how is she to know that her life was gonna be taken like those in the horror films?

Her eyes were soaked with tears, too sour to get driven by sleep. She just wants to remain in her soliloquized mood, she just wants to feel what it means to be betrayed by a brother who was every thing to her.

She remained in the cell throughout the night and the following day. Her eyes were opened even as the morning sun rose from its nest, blessing the day with its beauty.

"Just a few hours left, Freya." She kept reminding herself over and over again in each passing minute. "Don't get too surprised, Olsen isn't coming to save you."

When night came again, Freya's heartbeat increased. She only had a few hours to go. And it wasn't forty eight hours yet, Vincenzo ordered the guards to bring her. Nothing made Freya more scared than the loud footsteps which matched towards her cell.

She looked above her head, staring at the sky. The cloud wasn't gone yet, and the sky was a bit bright. It's probably a few minutes past seven. But why have they come to take her so soon?

The door opened and two men walked in. "No. No. Don't take me. I beg you, don't take me."

"Shut the fuck up." One of the men yelled at her.

"Please. Please, don't..." They dragged her out of the cell. She struggled to let go but their grip was so strong for her struggles. "Let me go! Let me go!"

They took her to a room, throwing her to the ground. The room was dark, and there was no single light to see. The next thing she knew, they had shut the door. She rushed to open it, but they had locked it from the outside.

"Open the door! Open the damn door! Some one please open the door." She cried.

"No one is opening the door." She heard a not-so-familiar voice say from the back. Some one was with her.

The lights were turned on, giving Freya the chance to see the figure who was sitting on a well designed wooden chair which was just beside the lamp which had illuminated the room, and there were two guards standing behind him.

Not able to identify the figure, she asked. "Who are you?" She asked,

"That isn't the question you should be asking, Miss Bred. You should be counting your seconds because you only have a few minutes to live."

"I already told you, I don't know any thing about that night." She said, sounding mean.

"I never said I doubted you."

"Then why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting me?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I just changed my mind."

(One Month Later...)

It seemed like Olsen never cared about the safety of Freya any more, giving Vincenzo chances to keep hurting her the most. Olsen's hesitation to surrender himself had gotten Vincenzo to the point that each passing time he looked at Freya, he had a thousand reasons to make her suffer for the sake of her brother.

He made sure she never left the cell until he said so. And even when she did leave the cell, he interrogated her with questions. What annoys him the more is the fact that he wasn't getting the answer he needed from her.

Despite having such a heartless brother like Olsen, the only thing Freya couldn't do is to expose his hiding place to any one. She knew even if she had to tell Vincenzo, it wouldn't make her free from his nest. She has heard a lot about mafia's, they aren't the easy going type of people.

Speaking out of experience, Olsen wasn't soft when it comes to revenge. He takes life like it didn't matter. He hunts life and slaughters humans like animals. The one that happened right before her eyes, Olsen pulled the trigger, blowing off the head of his victim. He had asked her to close her eyes but she had them opened, sending the victim to his early grave.

She refused to talk to him for two days after the incident. It was then he explained to her what he does for a living. Learning he is a gangster was the most difficult thing for Freya. But what keeps surprising her is the fact that she found it difficult to tell Vincenzo a shit about where Olsen stays.

"I'm gonna ask you for the last time, Miss Bred, where does your brother stay?"

Tears had already stained her face, he wasn't only interrogating her, he was threatening her. He was likewise torturing her, but she knew she had to endure every thing. "I already told you, asshole... I don't know any thing." He landed a resounding slap on her cheeks.

"You still haven't learned, have you?"

Freya chuckled which eventually turned to laughter. Vincenzo stared at her disgustedly. "What the fuck is funny, huh?"

"You are. You are funny, Mr Vincenzo Ferdinando." She said, mentioning his name in full. "Do you think you can win by threatening me? What makes you think that my brother will surrender to you?" She scoffed. "It's already a month now, and yet Olsen hasn't shown up, do you still think he will?"

He pulls her head, dragging her close to him. She groaned painfully, holding the lower part of her hair to ease the pain. "Of course, he will. Maybe I haven't gone so far with you that's why he takes me for granted. After I am done with you, I will make sure he watches every single video of how I make your life miserable. After I am done with you, and after I have taken your life away, I won't stop hunting him until I find him."

"Trust me, you won't find him. Where he is, not even your silly tracking machine can find him."

He smirked evilly. "Now I see, there's some thing you're not telling me. But don't worry, I'm gonna get it out from your mouth."

He lets go of her hair, looking at the guard who is in charge of torture. "Don't stop until she spits the words out. I need an answer before night falls." He ordered.

He looked at Freya who was now shaking in fear. "We'll see who is smarter now." He walked out of the room, leaving Freya in the hands of the not-so-friendly looking guard.

He dragged her to sit on the metal chair, locking her both hands and feet. Freya screamed for help, but the thick walls of the room made it impossible for some one outside to hear her voice.

"Where is he?" Asked the guard. "Where does he stay?"

"Fuck you!"

He covered her face with a cloth, pouring water into her mouth. He stopped, taking off the cloth from her face. "I'm gonna ask you again, where is Olsen hiding?"

"Fuck... you."

Again, he covered her face, pouring a large amount of water in her mouth. She was shaking as he kept pouring her water. He finally stopped, her face had turned dark red. She coughed, spitting out water from her mouth.

"Still won't talk?"

"Wait. Wait, I'll talk. Just don't... don't continue again."

"Where is he?" He asked again.

She was breathing heavily, trying to catch her lost breath. "He's... He's.... He's presently in your home, pointing his goddamn gun at your family. And he's waiting for you to walk out of that door before he pulls the trigger right on their heads. That's where he is, asshole."

He didn't find it quite funny, he pulls the cloth on her face, pouring water into her mouth. And when he saw she wasn't going to talk, he kept pouring until she had taken so much water. She passed out.

She was woken by the splash of water on her face. She coughed a large amount of water out of her mouth and she was surprised to see herself alive. She had almost thought she was dead. She looked at her both hands, they were still locked to the metal chair.

Vincenzo stood by the dark corner of the room, his both hands fused into his pockets. "You really are stubborn, I'd admit. You still won't confess where Olsen is?"

"You should just kill me already, I'm not saying a shit." She said as a matter of fact.

Vincenzo walked to her side, the lamp above her head illuminated on his face. He looked dead-killing with his dark eyes down on her. "Why? Why would you be so tough to defend some one who has already forsaken you?"

"Because I know Olsen, he's gonna come back for me."

"And what makes you think he'll walk out from here alive?"

Now that was a question Freya couldn't give an answer to.