I can smell a mixture of blood and piss at my knees, even the burlap bag over my head gave of a horrible aroma. I tried keeping my retching back, holding my mothers hand I squeeze it tight with my tiny frail hands. I can hear two men arguing while others stood behind us.
"An you brought the little one why? One man asked, another pulled the small bit of hair hanging from the bag and pulled me close and then pushing me forward "You would rather me to leave her there so that she could identified me?" The other man groaned loud "If you did this like I told you and not get sloshed like a bloody fool, you wouldn't have had to worry about a child. We don't deal with children, I already know I am going to hell but I don't need to be in the same cage as pedophiles." He breathed deep and sighed before continuing, take her in the back and cut her tongue out. Then for good measure knock her teeth out, take the mother to room fifteen." The second man pries my hand away from my mothers and I hear her scream for a moment before she is silenced, I hear a gun slap her across the jaw.
They drag me far away and then they remove the bag, the man before me was sickly and disgusting his tongue almost hanging from his mouth "Come on sweet thing lets see that tongue of yours huh? Maybe I could put it to use before cutting it out." Even though I was eight I knew full well he intended so I clamped my mouth shut. He reached out quickly grabbing my jaw, I smile and spit in his face. He slaps me and I go limp, he drags me to a kneeling position. I take a deep breath feeling blood filling my mouth "I know I'm going to lose it soon, but least allow me to ask a question." He plays with the scissors in his hand and gestures for me to go on "What happens to the women when your done with them?' He smiles and kneels down to my eye level "When that sweet ass of a mother is all dried up, and if she survived the tortures that long we dump em. I could tell you everything, because I know that you wont be able to tell anyone anything soon." Grabbing my jaw he tries to pry my mouth open, but I just smile.
Lifting my body up quickly I kick him with everything I have, square in the balls I hear something pop as my foot hits. Dumb ass didn't tie my hands, so I grab the scissors and slam them in the bottom of his jaw. Smiling I whisper "When Daddy finds out, hes going to kill you all." With that I grab his phone and run out of the room, cutting the two guards outside the room at the ankles. I run as fast as I can, I know I wont be able to help mom at the moment, but soon I will have some help. Dialing I reach one of Daddy's guards "Get me Don, its Jasmine you idiot, NOW get me my father." The guard fumbles with the phone before handing it to my father "Daddy, they got mom, I'm on my way out, I have no idea where I am. Please Daddy help me!!"
Inside a High End Mansion
I hang up the phone and walk over to my china cabinet, removing a small plate I push a button. Hadn't opened this in sixteen years, last time it was a Mob War more in fact an International Mob War. I was twenty years old and my father gave me all of this before he died, I was the heir to the Guido family fortune. After the war there was a piece, and soon the streets will ring with gunfire...