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Fata sat in the corner of a dark room, shaking. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was gagged and blikdfolded. She was more scaired than she ever was in her life, and had no clue what was going to happen to her.

(Fata is kidnapped by Brooke's character who isn't up yet)

(He's up, he's up!!)

Roy glarred at the girl who was folded up in the corner of the room. She was harder to catch then he thought she was going to be. She had fought back. The scratches on his left bicep throbbed

(Yay! And he's hot!)

Fata twisted her hands in the rope, trying to get them free, but only rubbing her wrists raw. A few tears dripped from under her blindfold, landing on the floor.

(I thought so too!)

Roy saw the tears dripping to the floor and suddenly felt bad for her. He didn't know what his boss had planned for her and hoped it wasn't to brutal, like the others.

(You know what they say, great minds)

Fata tried to put her head against the wall< but the bruise above her ear made it hard. She bit her tongue against the pain, the last thing she needed her capers to think was that she was weak.

His boss, K walked into the room, followed by three others. He looked the girl over. "A little sloppy," he said, nodding to the blood matted in her hair. "But at least you got her."
Roy just grunted

Fata's body tensed, More Americans...

K walked up and ripped the gag out of her mouth roughly. "Where's your father?" He asked in a gruff voice.

"Per favore, non farmi del male! Si prega di signore..." Fata begged, her voice cracking.

"Speak English!" K yelled, taking the girl's face in his big dirty hand, giving it a jerk.

"Don't hurt me," Fata begged, her blindfold slipping just enough so she could see his face. "I no money!"

He pulled her blindfold back up and slapped her face hard. "Shut up! I don't want your money!"

Fata cried out and bit her cheek against the pain. "Si prega di liberarmi," She begged.

"Stop talking gibbrish!" K growled. "I want to know where you're father is."
Roy watched, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Italy," Fata told him, shrinking back as much as she could.

K pulled back and grinned. "Easy access to the bank account then boys." He turned to Roy. "Go get the phone Roy, we have a phone call to make."

"We no money," Fata told him, "Me in America for job."

"I'm sure Daddy can make an arrangement," K said as he fixed the gag back into her mouth. Roy handed him the phone.

Fata mumbled something against the gag, but it was all muffled.

"What's that sweetheart?" K asked, yanking the gag from her mouth.

"The gods may forgive you," Fata told him, "Plese let me free."

K just laughed and stuck the gag back into her mouth. "I'm to far gone sweetheart," He said as he dialed her father's number and held the phone to his ear.

"Ciao?" A man said on the 3rd ring.

"Ciao? Chi è questo?" The man asked.

"I have something very dear to you," K said in a quiet voice.

"Who be this?" The man asked with a heavy accent.

"That you will be able to have back in one piece for a price," K continued. Roy watched uncertainly, his eyes flicking between the girl and phone.

"Who is this? What are you speaking about?" The man grumbled.