I groan, my entire body feels sore. I go to stretch my arms, but I can't move them. I tug again. Nothing. What's going on?

Prying my eyes open, I'm in a cell. The floors dirt. There are iron bars in front of me and it's dark, the only light if coming from the hallway outside the cell.

I notice I'm bound to an iron chair. The rope digs into my skin, already I can feel a gash forming from where I've struggled. "HELP!" I scream.

"PLEASE S-SOMEONE HELP ME!" When I hear no footsteps my anxiety elevates. My breathing gets shallow. There's a pounding in my head. I feel like I'm about to vomit. My stomach feels like it's going to fall out of my body. All these senses only scare me more, making each feeling worsen.

"P-PLEASE, I C-CANT BREATHE!" I'm crying hopelessly, wheezing, the air, it isn't getting into my lungs. I feel lightheaded and I know it won't be long until I pass out. I've had more than my fair share of panic attacks. I find they are much harder to handle than my regular anxiety attack which is why I don't have any tools to help me calm down. Breathing exercises are hopeless. I can't exactly distract myself by watching tv, so my only option is to let the fear take over. It's painful, I feel like I'm dying but there's nothing I can do. No one's coming to help me. So I let the darkness swallow me whole.

I don't know how long I was out but I felt myself coming back into consciousness. Something hard roughly taps my cheek. "There we are, wake up now."

I open my eyes and blink a couple times to clear up my fuzzy vision. The man who'd roughly tapped my cheek smirked at me. He himself was decently handsome. Tall, bulky, tattoos, dirty blonde hair, yeah he was hot. Why does my mind always go there? These are bad people! But, why are they all so good looking? What is this? A handsome cult?

"Well Don, looks like the little Miss is awake." The blonde guys says. What's going to happen to me? Are they going to kill me? Dump my body in the ocean? cut up and feed me as chum for the sharks?

I really need to stop mentally rambling. I guess that's what happens when you only really talk to yourself.

"W-What are you g-going to do to m-me?" Dam, stuttering again. Stupid nerves! It's always an internal and external battle.

The blonde man gestures across from me. I move my head forward and locked eyes with Dante Romano. Ah... yay? Note the sarcasm.

I keep my attention focused on him, waiting for an answer to my question, he doesn't disappoint. I can't say it's an answer I wanted.

"Well, you have three options. Be grateful I'm even allowing you to choose. 1. You join our mafia as a recruit-"

Ok, he's getting right to it. I'm not so sure about being a recruit. It's not as bad as I suspected but I'm not totally down with the whole murdering, drug dealing thing.

"-2. You can be a maid here at my home for my men. There's an open position-"

That doesn't sound too bad. I had to cook and clean for my father so maybe it'll be a good distraction.

"-and 3. I kill you." I'd imagine if he wrote that over text he'd add one of those little smiley faces. Thinking about that makes me feel a little better.

"Those are your options you have ten seconds to decide or I choose for you, maybe I'll send you to one of my brothels. Become a stripper? With some help you'd look decent enough." He smirked at my horrified face.

"So principessa, what's the decision?" I don't even pause before answering.

"M-Maid." It's kind of a no brainer. Becoming a recruit would involve exercise. I don't do exercise.

He stands up from the chair he was seated in. "Great, Xavier will take you to the maids quarters where you'll receive your uniform and your room number." With that he left.

The blonde man, Xavier, walked behind my chair, whipped out a Swiss Army knife and cut the ropes. As soon as I felt the preassure release I moved my arms and began rubbing my wrists to soothe the pain.

"Follow me."

Sighing I stand up. At first I almost fall over but I manage to capture my balance. I have to jog to keep up with Xavier, the man sure takes big strides.

We walk down the hallway where I can hear other people screaming and yelling at us. It's absolutely awful. I avoid eye contact with the prisoners at all costs. But what If they're innocent like me?

Xavier seemed to have read my mind as he spoke not bothering to look back at me "most of them are human traffickers, rapists and abusers. I wouldn't feel sorry for them if I were you."

I gulp. I was trapped down here with such awful people? That thought sickens me. What if one had broken into my cell? I need to stop that train of thought right now or else I'll begin panicking again.

We ascend a staircase and go down too many hallways to count. Already this place is a maze. Continuing down the like fifth hallway I notice a bunch of women milling around in those old French maid uniforms. Please tell me, I do not have to wear that.

Some of the girls are wearing fishnets, some have shortened their skirts or lowered their tops. Wow. Okay. I mean they all look great but I don't like the idea of walking around like that, out of my comfort zone, around a bunch of men. No thank you. Maybe I should've chosen death.

We come to a stop in front of an older woman. She gives me a warm smile. "Scarlett, this is Mrs Romano, she's in charge of the maids and will be your boss. You do as she says with respect, do not question her." His tone is firm, clearly displaying that he is not playing around.

Mrs Romano hits Xavier's shoulder with a displeased look "can you not see you are frightening the young girl? Now get lost before I bring out the wooden spoon." Quickly he apologises with his head bowed and walks off. Badass!

I stay silent. She looks at me and her smile reappears "I'm sorry dear, the boys here are a bit of a handful. Especially my grandson."

I clear my throat "Um, w-who is your grandson?" I had my guess but I just wanted to be sure.

"Dante. The boys trouble but a hard worker. He's still iffy about me working here or at all but that boy knows I do as I want so he's stopped questioning me." She has a heavy Italian accent, as does Dante. Do I call him Dante? Or boss? Or sir? I'm not sure how this whole thing works.

"Anyhow, I'm Rosanna but Dante insists you all call me Mrs Romano. It's a pleasure to meet you." She looks down at her clipboard "Scarlett Roads."

I smile at her. I guess I'm going to have to get use to somewhat socialising. "Y-yeah. That's me."

Mrs Romano places her hand on my arm "Scarlett, there's no need to be worried, you'll do fine here. I'll also do my best to keep those boys in line around you. Most of the girls here want their attention but by the fear I can see in your eyes, you clearly don't want the same fate."

I shake my head vigorously. She laughs. Her laughs nice, her whole auras nice. She definitely is calming my nerves. "Let's get you situated."

I follow her down the hall a little bit further until she stops outside a door. "You'll be sharing this room with three other girls. Don't mind them. Just keep to yourself, do your job and you'll be just peachy. Everything you need is on your bed and here is your key." She hands over a small silver key.

"Thank y-you." She smiled one last time before she walks away, leaving me alone outside my new room.

Shoving the key into the lock and twisting the door opens. I walk inside, it's a small cramped space with two bunk beds. They look rather ratty but I don't mind. Better than being dead. There's a small bathroom with a shower, toilet, sink and mirror. We even get a window.

I walk to the bunk that has a uniform and necessities on it. I check the size. How'd they know? Maybe they checked my clothing tags while I was knocked out. that's a pleasant thought.

I check the digital clock. It's currently 9:35pm. I guess my first day of work will begin tomorrow. Hopefully it goes well. I can't believe I was knocked out for so long. It doesn't help that the only thing I've had is a sprite. Didn't even get to finish the thing.

I'm not sure how eating food works around here but I'd rather not bump into any more men. It seems they like to give girls attention and I don't want any of that. They can suck my non existent dick.

I moved to the bathroom grabbing my toilet bag that had my name on it and my pjs, it was a pink satin chemise with shorts. Obviously a very cheap set as it's literally about to come apart at the seams. Seriously? Is there no comfort allowed? Why do they sexualise the women here so much?

I chuck the pjs under my bed and grab a pair of underwear, thank god it's just basic cotton panties. I head into the bathroom and lock the door. I get out of my clothes and into the shower. In my toiletries I found a bottle of body wash which immediately gave me serotonin.

I washed myself and allows the warm water to ease my muscles until the water automatically shut itself off after five minutes. Clearly I'm not going to be living in luxury here.

I dry myself off and get into the hoodie I wore to school. It's three sizes too big so it covers the necessary parts. I discard my jeans, turtleneck and shoes.

I place all my things under my bed and hop in. The blankets scratchy and the mattress is so thin I can feel the broken springs digging into my back.

Even though I spent most of the day unconscious I'm incredibly tired. Even with the uncomfortable bed I feel myself dozing off.

Tomorrows going to be quite a day.