Hey there... I don't mean to sound creepy but you looked wonderful today :) Just a friendly reminder.

Meet cousin Gert:

You may recognise her from Victorious or from Dynasty but Elizabeth Gillies gives me the perfect vibes for Gert.

This chapter is like a diary almost...

🚨 TW: kidnapping, blood and guns and knives [i want to ensure no one gets triggered by my writing :)]

On with the chapter... ✨❤️

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✨Emilia POV

Loud, raining shatters of glass awaken me from my sleepless slumber. A man with a black robbery attire swings one leg over my window. The one night I manage to find a way to stay in here alone this happens?

Shallow grunts and moans escape his mouth when he manages to snag his jeans on the sharp glass.

"HELP!" I shout but it wasn't loud enough, my room door was shut and I'm pretty sure everyone was sleeping.

I shuffle back trying to escape as I see his large body ascend towards me. It was definitely a man; the broad shoulders and muscle arms gave me a hint, especially the vast height and strong jaw that was curled into the most disgusting sneer. It rolled to one side showing his faint dimples under the stubble. I could only see faint outlines and shapes, enough light was gifted from the moon.

His eyes seemed so familiar to me, the same charming eyes that could burn you up in flames.

I attempt to scream but a dirty, oil smelly rag is shoved into my mouth, it absorbed my loud piercing screams that only my mind could hear. Where were they?!

Not even seconds after, a sharp pinch and the feeling of fluid is forced into my arm with no consent- my once clear vision has now blended the riches that sit in my room.

My eyes roll around from the corner and up into my brain. Blackness pricked my sight and my body fell limp.

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Flickering my eyes open I notice and concrete room, nothing to it, plain, grey with chipped plaster that dusted on the floor. A small silver toilet sat there all alone just like me.

I watched as the light above me flickers on and off for a while, my only entertainment was to count the amount of times it would turn back on. It was caged off by a metal, grid box.

My feet were so sore from launching it into the door so I gave up, it wouldn't make a difference, I'm still trapped in here.

Maybe I could count the seconds that miraculously flies by...

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It's been a while, my hunger was eating alive, my throat clenched and contracted looking for any moisture to devour.

The room fell painfully silent, I couldn't hear a thing other than my taps on the ground making a beat.

I tried to scream, but it just echoed and made a disgusting music that rung through my ears vibrating my skull.

Cold, frigid air pinched my skin, you could say it was nippy in here especially sitting in the solid ground for hours on end.

My mind couldn't even comprehend what time was in here, soon my mind shall fall into a pit of no return.

It's getting tiresome staying awake to ensure my safety...

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Who knows what time it was, but at least I know I wasn't alone; a small moth that seemed very attracted to the light above me, flapped it's dusty, patterned wings.

Occasionally I would smile at it, just hoping for it to return once, but nothing happened.

I turn green with envy, I wanted those wings so I could maybe find an escape. They were so free that they could do what they like, but instead they are smushed into nothing by the creatures we call humans.

The world would've been so peaceful without any of these humans around- including myself- but now everyone cares about sex, money, looks and war. Take me back to a time where nothing existed. It sounds amazing there.

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I sit here.

Just humming while laying on my back following the moth with my fingers in the air tracing shapes. I wrote my name a few times, it looks so ugly even when it's in the clearest oxygen.

I still sit here.

It had become a pattern now, the lights would turn on for exactly ten minutes and twelve seconds and turn of for an additional forty one seconds. I'd know that, it had become my hobby of counting.

If only they could hear my cries and rescue me like the heroes I read about in my stories. Like the princes one can only dream of in a land full of fantasy. My obsession with novels is now a problem, I read the same ones over and over again just because I wish for that to become my future. Even dystopian fiction, especially romance kind. Sure society is messed up in them but if I find love and peace at the end of this I'll be in heaven.

But they don't even exist...

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I have great news, I got some food today. Just two slices of bread and a thinly coated amount of cream cheese, even more than what I was expecting. But it came at an expense.

I recall, "eat this, all of it."

I tried pleading for my release but nothing worked instead, I got worse.

He pulled the belt free listening to it smack against his waist as he struggles; raising it in the air, he smacks it down hard onto my back.

1, 2, 3 times he did that, and each time he received an earth shaking scream. He mumbles something about me being a rat and worthless. The sad thing was is that he was correct.

My back felt raw and painful when I tried to lay down straight, I opt for the easier solution of curling into a ball; this helped me with heat too.

I also got water, I used most of it to quench my thirst and wash my body parts. It wasn't much but it was enough.

My greedy thoughts made me want more, just a little to make me feel better and clear the plaster and dust from my throat.

Maybe just a little? It's all I want.

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I made some stories, my only listener was that same moth that that sits on the wall occasionally flapping its wings and joining the light. It seemed so interested and invested in the light, that must be nice.

"I told the prince I was just some girl who's travelled from Hell; he didn't believe me when I said I came from Hell." I laugh to myself.

"And when he told me Hell is only a place for the worst of the worst humans, demons in fact, I sniggered. But the only demon I seemed to know was myself. I simply told Albert, Hell is a wonderful place but he disagreed," my voice changed to disappointment.

"Albert grabbed my palms and pulled me to his nicely dressed chest, I simply told him, 'Hell is beautiful, you should come with me one time.'"

"Instead of responding to my request he pulled me in and kissed my soft lips hard. So passionate and full of desire. Even when he bit my lip I didn't squirm, I found this more loving to me." I trace my fingers through the chalky floor.

"I wonder what a kiss was supposed to feel like? Was it meaningful? Was it lustful? What was it like, Moth? Tell me."

"After that, he told me I have to most beautiful eyes, like the two teaspoons of the Mediterranean Sea. My lips were plump too, so he told me, he spoke in the most softest voice and leant to my ear, 'Hell is also the place for the biggest daredevils and the most confident.' That was a lie, I wasn't confident at all. Albert clearly imagined Hell as some fire world where the people had horns but not me. Hell was dark and stormy, rainy in fact, not a single flame in sight." I trail my fingers to make a heart, if only love was true.

"And guess what, Moth!? I said, 'Hell is beautiful if you want it to be, but it's so dark and rainy not even your charming smile can dazzle its way through. You'd be surprised my prince. So charming in many ways' I kissed him roughly on the lips as he leans in too. Magic."

"We parted our ways and said goodnight to one another, he told me he loved me. What a fool I would be to believe him."

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"Sometimes I just want to stop thinking but my mind is... it's almost like I'm on a highway during a thunderstorm. I cannot go back, I just have to live it through."

"Sometimes I want to thank the man who brings me food, it keeps me thriving. Though I feel awfully ill and groggy. What do you think moth?"

I turn my face smiling to the wall the moth lays on, he looked tired.

"Sleep my child, I'll wake you." I move my fingers around the habitat my moth seemed interested in. Such a beautiful creature.

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It's been too long, Moth doesn't respond anymore; he normally flies away when I try to hold him. I didn't mean to upset him.

My thoughts cannot comprehend what time or day it is... I must've been in here for an hour, or a day, or a week. I don't even know anymore. I cannot tell time I'm a room full of dust invading my lungs.

"Food." A man with soft looking brown hair and soft facial features enters the room with toast and and a biscuit. An extra treat was orange juice. We have to stay healthy in this prison.

"Eat."

"I mustn't eat without you! Moth and I were waiting for you to return with our meals."

I invite him gracefully to sit next to me but he backs away quickly.

"You're weird, stop that." He pushes me away with so much force I fall back hitting my head on the ground, slamming the door shut, I whine like a lost puppy.

He shouts, "stay in there freak, you'll be in there till the day you die!"

I bring my dirty hands up to my head looking at the deep colour that falls from it.

And I'm sat here, alone... again.

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Insanity is what I call it.

The thoughts that pump through my mind projecting themselves like a screen in my mind.

I'm scared if I spend another moment in here I may lose myself too far down this spiral of tragedy and it'll be too far to get back up.

If I can survive Shawn I can survive this.

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It's a lot colder at nights, I've tried to track the hours of the day but I just can't even think about numbers now, it hurts my brain too much.

All I can think about is Ally and my brothers. I miss them. There was nothing I could do other than bray on the door begging for my release. Moth hadn't even come out in a while so I had no one to talk to.

You know you're gone when you're talking to a moth for company, just the slightest but of entertainment helped me.

"I want to go home..." it was the first time I'd cried here, I'd been swallowing my tears and pain or avoided it at any costs. I was alone enough to feel safe in the comfort of my own presence. Even the tears gave me a slight warmth in my cold, blue heart.

They'll come for me...

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They haven't come for me yet, but I remain patient other than the choked cries that beg for their assistance, I just want to go home.

My hunger was now non-existent, for some reason I just wasn't hungry anymore, I'm not sure if that's normal but it had been a while since I'd eaten. My fatty deposits were probably being scorched as we speak.

I couldn't really sleep well either, there would always be a scream or a shot that slices the winter's air at night, not to mention the three stripes that brand my back.

They're just taking their time, they're gonna be here soon, I'm sure if it.

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💊Alessandro

The third week I've stayed up just trying to figure out where she is, Marco made a cheap shot by taking her in the night.

Marco was one of my associates. He was a supplier of my drugs, he's one of many that have been fired this year, none of them are ever trust worthy.

But when I told him I got a new supplier and shipment dealer, he was outraged. He had deemed untrustworthy to my gang and I was not here for it. I didn't hurt him, I kindly- scratch that, I commanded him to hand his ID in and never return again. But for some reason he wants revenge when he was the one who hurt me and put my family's dynasty at risk.

We were almost there, we just needed an exact location and plan on how to get her back.

I was frustrated, she's never going to trust me again after this, I can't even imagine what she's thinking. She must be so confused, if she finds out I'm going to be devastated. This gang is what I trained for as a young man, it's what I thrive to do. But if she does find out there is nothing I can do. Her safety is more important than my gang.

"AL!" Elijah's voice makes me jump in my seat and rush to the door.

"You found something?" I pull the desk chair out of my way so I can get a closer look at the computer screen.

"You recognise this?" He points to the number plate on the black jeep, the exact number plate that belonged to Marco when he served for me.

"Marco? What about that, that shows us nothin-"

"Yeah I thought so too, I asked Diego to hack into the security footage of many other shops that are on this street. And Marco's car has passed this way more than fourteen times this week, so-"

"So we need to go right now and scope it out, if there is going to be any place she's going to be there."

"And what if she is?"

"We attack."

Grabbing my keys from the hook, I run out of the door, Elijah following shortly behind me. Axel was already out there looking for anything suspicious. Pushing the Glock 17 into my waistline, I start the engine pressing my foot down onto the pedals as hard as I can.

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😈Blades POV

I stand here in front of our branched gangs trying to persuade them to help, I had not specific job to do but doing this is the right thing, the more help means a quicker chance of finding my baby sister.

"Yo, Blade what's up?" My friend Gauge pulls me into a man hug, I accept but quickly get to the point.

"We need your help, it's urgent and I know Al doesn't like relying on you guys but we need you help desperately." I plead him.

"Sure, bro what do ya need?" He doesn't seemed phased or worried at all, if only it was that easy.

"I know you haven't met her yet but Emilia has gone missing and Marco has taken her. We've tried to do this on our own but it just isn't possible. Please." I say putting my hands together praying he says yes.

"Yes, bro what do ya need?"

"Everyone."

"Everyone? That's a lot of people and a lot of contacts but I'll see if we can reach out to another local gang." He symbols for a man around my age to come forth.

"Send the message out: the Russos need our help, mini girl has gone missing." He sends them away quickly, the boy shows his understanding.

"Please make it quick too." Gauge says again.

"Thank you, dude."

He nods running through the mass amounts of people I've never met before. Sure I know a few gang members but not many. I'm new to this.

"You need weapons too?" I wasn't sure how to answer, I was so new to this and I didn't know want to mess up, even Diego who was younger than me had a task while I was just being useless with Luca, so I'm doing the right thing.

"I'll take that as a yes, follow me." He guides me into a room that has different kinds of guns pinned to the walls, so many shapes and designs I didn't even know the name of. Amazing, exclude the fact that they're harmful then they're amazing.

"That's an AK-47, rifles, shot guns, carbines, sniper, sub machine, assault rifles. You name it, you got it." I look up in awe at the many shapes and weird guns.

"The problem is that I can't name a thing, I'm so new to this." I stretch my arms behind my neck and scratch it.

"It'll come to you, I was like that at your age. It's fine." He tells me.

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💊Alessandro

Crouching down behind the black car, Elijah refills the guns on the floor, my eyes peer over the top of the car.

This random warehouse that looked pretty decayed on the outside, in very bad shape so the chances of catching a glimpse of Marco is rare. I mean... why would he take to somewhere where it's not exactly stable or intact?

"Blade! Where are you!" Elijah whisper yells into his phone, I hear Blade curse in the over side of the line.

"Yeah shît I'm on my way. Oi! Gauge let's go!" He shouts just before ending the call.

"Did you tell him to get Gauge?!" I whisper violently.

"What? No!"

"Shit this isn't good." I mumble pulling my hair, she must be in there, right?

"No kidding."

"I'm calling Axel, I need to know where he is; he should be here right now."

I dial his number and pull my phone to my ear listening to the repetitive ringing sound.

"What!" He shouts into the receiver sounding discontented.

"Where are you? You need to be here right now?!"

"I'm round the back, if they know you're there they're gonna try and escape through the back, I have Diego here with me."

"You brought Diego and left Luca at home?" This made no sense, you left the idiot at home to burn the house down?

"Yeah that's exactly what I did, he's making sure she feels welcome. Look ask Luca about it he said he wanted to do something nice for her when she comes home." He ends the call leaving me bitter and indignant.

"Damn it." I clench my fists into fists until they turn white.

"Do we go in?" Asks Elijah who slipped the gun into his belt.

"Not ye-"

"I'm here," Blade places a gloved hand on his chest catching his breath but he wasn't alone, there must've been around a hundred of us just standing right in front of the house.

"Blade what did you do?" I growl.

"We needed help and your pride shouldn't get the best of you, you can admit when you need help. It's Emilia we're talking about."

I ground my teeth together and run my tongue over them trying to make a decision.

"Fine, but all of you go round back to help Axel, Gauge you stay here with Lijah and I. Blade can go help Axel too."

"But-"

"End of." I point a finger at Blade's nose, we needed to be discreet while entering and too many people going in at once is tricky and and can draw attention. Not to mention the more people enter the more noise more noise is made and we'll get caught easily.

I sharpen the knifes against one another, Blade watched in awe at the crazy yet simple technique used just before he left, he asked me if he could take one to experiment with.

"Now go, you'll blow our cover," I shoo him away with the knife in my hand.