The Mafia's Doctor

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I woke up with the cold cement floor beneath me. A strong and painful sensation at my temple greeted me along with the memories of what happened before I passed out. Right after they noticed me, the man in the passenger seat was quick to strike me with the handle of his gun. They had knocked me out rather than killing me. At that time, death was my worst-case scenario. Now, my worst-case scenario worsened.

I raised my hand to tend the pain on my forehead, but I found my arms to be restrained. I looked over my shoulder to see that my hands were tied. Thick roped held my wrists together, knotted everywhere and connected to the ropes that bonded my feet. I tried wiggling, hoping I could slip out of the holes. I stopped once the pain of the rope burns became unbearable.

I suddenly remember the knife Marcella gave me. I looked down at myself and, to my horror, found that I was stripped down to my undergarments. Now that I was aware of how exposed I was, the cement floor under me somehow grew colder. My fear began to disappear as anger and disgust took over, feeling nothing but violated.

Unable to do anything else, I tried to make out my surroundings. From the ground, I scanned the area. I was in a basement-looking room that was lit by one small light bulb. The light that the bulb produced didn't even reach the corners of the cellar, leaving them dark and hidden. For as far I could see in this dimmed lighting, the space was cleared.

There wasn't anything I could use to set myself free. Feeling helpless again, my fear grew back. I was stripped down, tied up, kept in a cellar, by the enemies of Il Bisbiglio. It was definitely not the best situation to be in. My bottom lip started to quiver and tears threatened to spill. Before I could start sobbing, I was startled by the sound of a door unlocking and opening. Knowing that someone was going to be walking down to this room, I curled up into a ball in hopes of trying to cover myself.

"By the looks of how she's squirming, she's awake, Boss." Someone said as they walked down the stairs that connected the basement floor to the ground floor.

A group of four men appeared in front of me, out of the shadows and in the light. The man who stood in the middle I recognized as Stollo. He crouched over me and looked up and down my underdressed body.

"I hope you are enjoying your stay. I mean, this is the best room in my house for an Il Bisbiglio." Stollo said, sarcastically as he spat on me, "We offer the best service too."

"W-where are my clothes?" I asked.

"That should be the least of your worries.  You see, I don't usually care for our captures. However, I had to pay you a visit. You see, you're special, an Il Bisbiglio." Stollo reached down to carcass my face with his pointer finger. I flinched and moved my face to get away from his touch. Stollo grabbed my jaw and pulled it, forcing me to look him in the eye. "What your name, sweetheart? What's your connection with Francesco?"

"I-I-" I stuttered.

He gripped harder on my jaw as if it wasn't hurting already. His fingers dig deeper into the sockets of my cheeks.

"You better start speaking up. I wouldn't waste time in lying either," he threatened.

"My name is Ila Archer and I'm the medical doctor for Il Bisbiglio," I confessed.

Stollo let go of my jaw and pushed it away. Unable to predict his sudden move, the back of my head hit the cement ground. Pain burned up all over my head and I groaned.

"She ain't lying, Boss," One of the men that came down with Stollo said as he dumped out the backpack I had packed. All the bandages, ointments, and medications fell out along with my wallet. "She had this when we found her in the car."

Stollo just stared at me, deep in thought. His gaze was unsettling but, being bound up, there was nothing I could do but stay still.

"What do we do now, Boss?"

Stollo checked the time on his wrist, "I have a meeting in a few minutes. Question her and get answers. Do whatever. Just make her feel welcomed."

With that last sentence said filled with sarcasm, Stollo walked up the stairs and left. Right as he closed the door, one of the men that had yet spoken stepped forward.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I yelled.

"You aren't in the position to threaten me," he laughed. He slowly walked towards me, each step echoing. He nudged me with his foot at my thigh. "What are you going to do now?"

I stayed quiet, unable to answer his question. What was I going to do? In this situation, I was the prey. In front of me, we're wolves.

"I asked, "What are you going to do now?"!" He said, lifting his foot and kicked me, hard, on my upper leg. I groaned in pain and tears spilled. "That's right. Nothing, you're going to do nothing. Nothing but talk. So I better hear answers when I ask nicely or else I'm going to beat it out of you."

"We lost some men back there," said the guy who had tossed my backpack. I assumed that he was the driver in the car I was in that led me to here. "So tell us what Il Bisbiglio's next move."

All the men were now circling in on me as they waited for my reply. I knew that they weren't going to like my answer. Nevertheless, I spoke truthfully. Inaudible due to my sobs, I replied, "I-i  don't... I don't kn-know."

"You want us to believe that you don't know?" The person behind me asked.

"Yes. I mean, n-no. I mean..." My breathing and thoughts jumbled together as I cried in fear. "I don't know. I'm just a doctor. I-i don't get involved in meetings. I don't, I s-swear. I don't know anything. Please. Please don't hurt me."

"I don't believe her."

"Please, I really don't-" A kick to my spine shut me up. From that point on, words didn't leave my mouth, instead, it was screams of pain.

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