My Mafia Man 12 Price For My Attemp

I feel light like I'm floating on air, my head aches again, d.a.m.n you Tora how could I let you do this again. I fight the drug as best I can and I'm able to open my eyes a little I see a bright lights and dark colored sealing along with some ones head moving. I felt like I was floating because someone was carrying me, but who? I can't tell who it is I just see a mans head, the drug over comes me again and I fall asleep.

I finally wake to find my self laying in a chair, it looks like a medical chair. I glance around the room and don't see anyone, its so dark in here. Where am I? I start getting up, looks like he used a weaker drug or I got used to it a little cause I can move this time around and the headache isn't that bad. As I get up from the chair and stand on my legs I feel an immense pain coming from my leg as I fall to the ground.

I look down at myself and notice that my clothes have been taken off, I'm in my underwear and my left leg is wrapped up in bandages. What happened? Why is my leg wrapped up and hurts so much?

I hastily unwrap my leg to find out what happened, there is a rose vine tattoo wrapping around my leg and making its way up my entire left leg. "Oh G.o.d!"

"Do you like it?" I turn around to find that there is a door on the other side of room and standing in the door way is that a.s.shole Tora with as usual a cigarette in his mouth.

"Do I like it? Of course not! Why did you do this to.." I let my emotions out again, he looks angry again. I may hate it but if I don't keep my mouth shut I'm not getting out of this place alive. I turn my head away form him to escape his gaze.

He walks over to me and crouches down next to me, his hand glides up and down my left leg along the tattoo, I wince in pain as he touches it. "This is your price for that little stunt you pulled, it's also the mark of my property."

"Property?"

He put out his cigarette on the tile floor and tossed it to the side, he turned back to me and reached out to grab me. I quickly grab hold of his hand, I'm not lettinghim drug me again.

"Let go." He said in a low, cold tone.

I released his hand and scooted myself away from him, I'm still not strong enought to stand up. I put my head down and whisper "Just dont drug me again, plaese. It's not exactly a pleasant feeling."

"Hmph, dont think you have the right to make requests with me just cause I've been going easy on you. All you should do is keep your mouth shut and do as I say." Before I had the chance to respond he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him then proceeded to toss me over his shoulder and carried me out, at this point I'm to tired to resist or complain. So I just stayed quite and let him take me where ever we were going.