Doted On By The Mafia Boss

It was dark and horrifyingly silent, nothing could he heard else than the muffled breathing of a little girl. Bee was running around to hide from someone; it was lonely and to her eyes nothing was visible than endless darkness. She tried to call out and seek help but her voice was too parched to call for help, neither was there a soul to help her out even if she managed to make a noise or two.

Her legs were cramping as her breathing fastened; her body was running out of energy and she seemed to be at the verge of collapsing. She wanted to stop and lay down but her fear and yearning to live was not allowing her to slow down.

Who was chasing her? What she was running for? She had no idea, everything that roamed in her mind was that if she slows down she would die.

Bee ran along the lonely road chasing after a source of light but the more she ran the farther the light went. Bee couldn’t run any longer and at last broke down on her knees; involuntarily she covered her tired face with her palm and started to cry.

Her sobbing intensified when she heard a voice calling for her, terrified she looked around to find no one there. Bee looked up to find the darkness growing towards her; the source of light which she was chasing was engulfed and the darkness crept towards her. Bee found herself so scared and helpless that all she could do was cry and close her eyes to avoid witnessing anything more horrid.

After a moment there was dead silence; Bee couldn’t feel anything moving or creeping around her. “Is... Is it over?” Bee slowly opened her eyes, those beautiful curled up lashes were stick wet of tears. The crawling darkness came into a halt right ahead of her; nothing else was visible. It was as if she was locked inside a box with a little bulb suspended upon her.

Bee was unable to judge what was going on around her but she could feel a really disturbing presence around her; Bee looked up and void slowly calming herself down.

“Who is it? Is... Is anyone there.” Bee stammered, asking slowly at the void.

Bee waited not for too long before she heard the noise of iron being scrapped on the floor; chills ran down her spine as he shrunk back to herself. She spoke again, asking for the identity of the person.

The scraping was stopped and she was crashed with a wall of silence. It was when a voice as creepy as old rusted chains asking, “Me?”

The unknown voice was mum for a period of second before spelling out an answer which

meant she saw a iron weapon flung on

her slips and skirt, the same outfit which was worn by her before fainting. Her

dreams were the fact that the identity of the person was unknown and every time she would be hit on head by an iron weapon. Bee was

had her clutched tight. Bee was confused how she ended up here; looking around she scanned the room...

floor; the faintly lit room had nothing much except for a washing machine and few clothes. Few steps away from her

when her senses were still alert. The memeories

she met that wounded man and tried to save him. She slowly recalled everything,

Is he safe now?

started to worry, thinking not about herself but of the man she met last night. Is he

her might she started to hell for help

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drained off and her voice started to crack resulting for her to cough. There was no sound, it was as

such a young age; she has not even driven a

down. Bee looked at the direction of the noise with eyes which had a bit of shimmer

from the stairs