I woke up to a stinging pain on the left side of my head. I went to touch it but felt a resistance against my wrists and arms.

"Good, you're awake."

I looked up at the voice. The wide smile that went from ear to ear. Hank.

I tried immediately to lunge at his smug face but was held back. I looked down to see my hands were forced behind me, cuffed together. My legs had been shackled as well. I had been chained to a post behind me, which forced me to stay put.

"Hey now, don't do that. You don't wanna mess up your dress now do you?"

My what? I looked down again, past the chains to see a floor length gown covering my body. I could feel makeup caking my face as well. I stood 6-inches taller on the heels forced onto my heels.

I looked confusedly at Hank to which he gestured up. "Look, you wanna look nice for our guests right?"

I followed his arm to look up. Surrounding the entire room were rows of seats, separated only by glass. Men and women donning fine, expensive clothes sat and watched us as if they were at the theatre or a music hall. However, their identities were hidden by the dark tint of the glass. Pathetic.

"W-What the fuck is this?"

Hank brushed a loose piece of my hair behind my ear. "This, Dollface, is an execution," He grinned.

Two henchmen, both wearing black uniforms and masks, moved from Hank's side to the door in the corner of the room. I followed their movements as they unlocked the door and began to drag something out. A body.

Tall and lean, they both of them struggled to pull it to the center of the room where they dropped it with a heavy thud.

Moretti.

My blood ran cold. These people were all going to watch? Watch as they murdered him. Like it was fucking fun?

I threw myself towards Hank once again, the chains already beginning to bruise my skin.

"Don't you fucking dare," I seethed. Every inch of my body was ready to kill him.

The two henchmen lifted up Moretti's body, standing him up. He was awake now, dizzy and stumbling. His shirt was removed, revealing fresh cuts that littered his tanned skin.

Hank looked only at me as he spoke to his henchman, "Bring me my gun."

I yelled, "You do this and I will fucking kill you. I swear it."

I jumped again, enough to make Hank jump away from me. "You," he pointed to one of his henchmen, "go tighten her restraints."

One of the henchmen made their way towards me. Hank laughed, "While you're at it, gag the bitch too."

The henchman stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth and I bit his finger. "Fucking hell, Loca." The man mumbled to himself as he winced at the pain.

In a voice that sounded eerily familiar. In fact, I think I even recognized an accent.

He walked around me to go tighten my cuffs, but all I felt was one of my wrists being freed, the cuffs dangling from the other. I didn't make a sudden movement, unsure of what was happening.

He squatted down to "tighten" the shackles on my legs, but I felt them become freed as well.

I kept my freed hands hidden behind the post, so neither Hank nor the audience could see them. As the henchman rose to his feet, he quietly whispered in my ear.

"Ready?"

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