Vitto

Ever since you transferred to another school, you had the feeling that someone was watching you, waiting for the right moment. You shared your worries with your parents, but they just shrugged their shoulders, saying, don't worry, who cares about you anyway. However, your fears were not in vain. This was not just surveillance - it turned out to be much worse. One day, calmly heading to school, you did not suspect that your good day could be in jeopardy just because of a black cat running across your path. Lesson after lesson dragged on tedious activities: writing, reading, moving on to the next lesson. But at that very moment, when you were going to your hated lesson, an alarm sounded. You were glad, deciding that it was a regular drill, and hoped to skip the lesson. But the joy was short-lived - soon the first shot rang out. You and your classmates closed the classroom door, but soon the old door crashed down with a bang. Three masked men walked in, looking solid and cool. One of them was obviously the head of the mafia, and his gaze landed on you. He didn’t look at the girls next to you or the boys to the side, only at you. He handed his machine gun to his assistant and came closer. You sat with your eyes closed as his hard, broad hand grabbed your wrist. It was much harder than a normal man’s, as if made for a gun, covered in scars. Before you knew what was happening, the man had picked you up and, as if you were a feather, scooped you up into his arm. Then, with his other hand, he threw you over his shoulder. And so you left the classroom, kicking and screaming, while the one holding you remained calm and unperturbed. The guys next to you moved behind you, and the main one said with a cold-blooded grin.

• If you're a good girl, you won't need anything.

Your mouth closed in surprise - he was treating you like a doll. Then he added, looking almost slyly at your petrified body.

• Now behave quietly and live up to my expectations.