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Chapter 3 - Chapter 1 VASILISA

20 years old

Please be present

Secuestrato apesta.

It is secuestrated with the vehicle that is significantly more affected.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I murmured.

The idiot in front of me looked up at his phone and

sent

me

a sinister

smile.

In

reality,

he doesn't

have

the impact he wanted because he instantly turns

into

a ball

of

pain.

He

presses

on

his fleshy

palm

against his barbilla, palming the great red moretón

that

extends

through

his

dear

fea.

"No," thief and turns to play with his device, desestimándome completely. It seems that it would

still be annoying because the coup was with me.

The rough bottom of the aircraft's engines sounds with the sounds of a football match coming out of

the loudspeaker on your phone. I tighten my hands to avoid creasing. There would be absolutely no

reason to worry about the hysteria and it would probably mean that my chances of escaping would

be even closer. I need to stay calm. Or, as calmly as possible, considering my current situation.

It's easier to decide than to do it.

My eyes slide into the light interior of the aircraft. On both sides of the central floor, four large

reclining guests dominate the space. "Listen, if you don't take me to the bathroom, let me urinate

here." Abro las piernas as much as I allow my tobillos atados. "I'm not sure that the elegant body will

tolerate it well."

"¡Dios!" He jumps from his side and grabs my arm, pulling me to put his feet on me. "Hank, I'm going to take you

to the bathroom."

"Keep your eyes in your hands this time or you'll end with another more tone," Hank grunts from

the sofa, moving his hand to adjust the package as he fears losing it.

"I can't walk with the pins atadas, idiot!" Grito while the man grabs me for the last step between

the asientos. "I need to leave my wives."

Entonces jump. Y no voy a liberar tus manos." She grabs the strips between my muñecas and pulls.

Grit of pain. The skin of my muñecas is in living flesh since he pulled me through the last escalators

when we took to the plane. This was after I was very fond of the joys of his friend. My eyes are filled

with contained tears, but quickly disappear, keeping them clear by sheer force of will. As a matter of

fact, I slow down and jump between the people before the brutality of the idiot hurts me dearly.

When we got to the bottom of the plane, he opened the bathroom door and stuffed me inside.

"It's five minutes," he grunts and closes the door

of

a door.

Like the rest of the jet, the bathroom is luxurious. There

is no stainless

steel

maple

screw anywhere

here;

all the cabinets are dark madeira and beige leather

upholstery.

The elegant

and

odorless

tocador is

in the

corner. I'll take four jumps as long as I can.

I know what I want to do as quickly as I can with my exposed hands, and then I look at my father as I

try to calm my nerves. No, it really works. There is a sickening sensation in my cheeks, as if I were

about to vomit at any moment, and the interior of this luxurious habitation seems to be turning to

my elder. My hands are still shaking, partly because of the pain, but mainly because of the pain. I

have experienced some stressful situations in my life. A tiradeo, cuando tenía four years. Two small

fires when our cook accidentally set the kitchen on fire while he was preparing French recipes.

Including an attempted attack on our home when my father was at war with a rival criminal

organization a few years ago. But there's no kidnapping. Sometimes I must have hoped for it, since

my dad is the leader of The Bratva of Chicago.

When I walked down the street, in the full light of the day, I was sure that I had something to see

with my father. Securing Pakhan's hija can potentially make someone a lot of money, if you live long

enough to see it, of course. But now, I don't think you're getting money with the seizure. Considering

what I've seen so far, I'm wondering if I've been kidnapped and should be seriously worried. Is this

due to some dispute between mafias? Replies for something that my father told me?

¡Bang!

Have you finished?" a loud voice murmurs on the other side of the door.

"I need one more minute!" I shout while I'm hooking up to open the bottom cabinet and the

drawer. "It's not exactly easy to unzip your jeans when you have your hands exposed."

He says something in response, but I don't listen to him, I've concentrated on rebusing within the

contents of the cabinet. Hygienic paper. Toallas. Jabón extra. Y... a desechable genius.

"I can work with this," I whisper.

Unpack the plastic wrapper with the dientes and,

in

any

case,

close

the brush

in my

manga.

Luego,

I look at the rest of the ministers.

Esponja. More toallas. Condones. Are you serious?

What

demons

crowd

in

an airplane?

I cover

my

head and continue. Hilo Dental. Mm-hmm ... I struggle

a

sufficient

width,

coiling

the

extremes

of

my

legs to tighten it, then I pull it with force, testing his resistance. Once I showed myself how to

strangle someone with a garrote and the thread of bad quality breaks in the second attempt. Yes...

but it doesn't go to work. I move to the lower part.

Cleaning products, but the bottles are too large to hide. Plastic gloves. Y... a deodorant spray

for men, even when travelling. Perfect.

I take the package, I put it there and I put it on the waistband of my jeans. The door is open before you

can continue searching.

"The door opens just when I'm adjusting my oversized shirt to hide me.

"Did you finish?" ask the imbecile. I think Hank looked back on this grandulón like Vinny did before.

"Yes." I press the button to unload the odorless, then I wash my hands while the impatient imbecile

glares at me from the door. Idiot. Stupid.

Without another option, I go up to the bathroom. All the time, the hidden deodorant is sticking to

my chest. I'm not sure how much damage I can do with deodorant and a toothbrush, but we'll see. I

need to try to escape when we land and then find a phone, or we won't have another opportunity.

My dad keeps connections for all the United States. He will sell to me immediately. Or, if we're not looking for

Chicago, he'll be there to help someone pick me up and take me to a safe place until I can get there. And he Will end up with these bastards... Jump.

. . in one way... I jump. . . muy...

Jump.. . painful.