The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

6 – Oh My Sweet Potatoes

Aurora POV

Blackness. That is the first thing I recognized.

My eyes felt like pounds of bricks on my face. My head felt like I was hungover. My b o d y feels so

sore, like I haven’t moved in days. A constant thumping pressure from my temples. I try to move my

hands to my face only to be stopped by a clinking sound and pressure on my wrists above my head.

Cuffs? I pull my hands a few more times but there is no release.

I take a breath and try to open my eyes to see where I am. My eyes still feel too heavy like the

darkness wants to consume me once again. I focus on my other senses. I don’t want to fall back into

darkness.

I am lying down. Maybe I am in bed? I wiggle my b o d y slowly, feeling my joints strain and my

muscles ache. “Ugh” I moan out. I try to move my ankles only to feel the same restrictive pressure on

my ankles stopping my movements. I huff out an angry breath. This is just great, sarcastically of

course.

My head still feels like a balloon filled with ice. The sharp burn behind my eyes doesn’t help the now

burning sensation on my wrists as I continue to pull at the restraints. I shake my head from side to side

trying to relieve the pressure.

Ugh! This is so frustrating; I think to myself. Where the h e l l am I? What the f u c k happened? My

mind is still a bit foggy, so I allow myself a few moments to let my b o d y readjust. I notice first my

throat feels dry like sandpaper, almost as if I walked a marathon in the desert.

I try to swallow some spittle, although it does absolutely nothing to quench my thirst. What the h e l l

happened?

“Oh. My. Sweet Potatoes!” I whisper scream. I remember. It all comes back to me like Noah and the

flood! I was at work. I was called to speak with the bosses after I made them hamburgers. Those

men… No, not just men; Greek Gods sculpted from the finest marble. They told me I was theirs. Then

darkness. Oh, good golly mashed potatoes, they f u c k i n g drugged me!

I begin to breathe a little heavier. I pull on the restraints again, like a madwoman. They do not budge

and now I just feel more exhausted.

I decide to look around my surroundings. It’s not like I have anywhere else to be at the moment.

The surface I am on is soft. Like a cloud. I feel something on top of most of my b o d y, keeping in the

warmth like a hug. If circumstances were different, I definitely would ask where I could get such a

glorious mattress. Netflix and I would become best friends if I had this mattress in my place. My head is

resting on a silk fluffy pillow.

I move my head slightly and can brush my cheek against my arm. I smell vanilla on me. It’s a warm and

calming scent like freshly baked cupcakes on a Sunday afternoon. I have always loved this scent. My

nose is consumed by this endearing fragrance, lifting some of the fog from my brain and taking away

some of the piercing pain behind my eyes.

I slowly will my eyes open again. I blink a few times trying to clear the blurry haze of such a deep sleep.

There is a soft amber glow illuminating the room. I take in my surroundings. I am definitely in a bed,

four poster king size bed with a deep rich mahogany wood. The room is brown earthy tones with dark

red accents.

To my right I see a large fireplace on the wall, fully stocked bookshelves on either side. Two extra-large

brown leather loveseats with intricate wood carvings and burgundy red accent pillows and luscious

matching red carpet frame the space around it. A large glass and mahogany table in the middle. A vase

of 6 dozen or so red roses is placed in the center of the table. Two glowing Tiffany lamps are sitting on

the end tables next to the sofa corners.

Following along the wall, I strain my neck, looking back and I can barely see to my far right some dark

closed curtains, a deep red color that match the pillows on the sofas.

I turn my head again, so I am facing front. I see a closed red door along the wall in front of the bed, a

very long mahogany dresser, also with an intricate pattern on the edges and a very large flat screen

television flush against the wall. Two more closed doors painted the same dark red on the left, most

likely to an ensuite bathroom and closet.

I close my eyes briefly for a breath as I lean against the silk pillow. When I open my eyes, are you

kidding me? Straight above me is a full size mirror the entire length of the bed!

I look and see I am covered by a burgundy red silk sheet and matching duvet from the chest down. My

face looks soft, and my hair is braided. I never braid my hair. The restraints on my arms are brown and

thick and connected to a post in the headboard. While my wrists are close together above my head, the

thick bands make it almost impossible for me to move my wrists. There is no way I can reach my hands

to each other to unlock the straps.

But the most shocking revelation is that I am almost completely n a k e d. I can feel under the sheets

that I only have on my black lace bra and matching thin panties on as my bare legs and torso rub on

the silk sheets. I try to once again to move my lower appendages, but am restrained by the pressure on

my ankles.

I have no idea what time it is or what day it is. Those crazy bastards. They seriously kidnapped me!

And now I am practically n a k e d, bound to a bed in an unfamiliar room and no doubt the door is

locked. I must get out of here. Those men are clearly dangerous.

Why me? I can’t help but wonder why they would want someone so ordinary and plain as me. I mean,

these men are clearly players. I bet they have a new woman in their beds every night, and supermodel

worthy hot women at that. Why me?!

A tear starts to escape from my eye and rolls down my cheek. And then another and another. As much

as I want to stay strong and don’t want anyone to see me as weak, I have to admit that right now I am

scared. Not just scared. No, I am petrified. I do not know what is going to happen to me and I feel so

alone.

I look at my reflection in the mirror above and let myself silently cry as I realize that there is no way I

can do anything until I am released from this bondage.

My tears turn to frustration, and I start pulling my restraints one again. I pull and pull. The chains clank

against the bed boards but do not give. After a while, any new energy I magically found is evaporated

and I am thoroughly exhausted. I am breathing heavily and now have sore wrists and ankles. My eyes

are all puffy and red. I have no other energy except to let out a frustrated scream: “UHHHH!” and I huff

again at my predicament.

I do not know how long I was lying there. Eventually, I felt my eyelids getting heavy, and I allowed

myself to drift back into a deep slumber. Maybe I can wake up and it will all have been a dream.