One rainy, dark night, on your way home from a long days work, you notice a black sedan following you just out of the corner of your eye. The lights are out and the car seems to be gaining on you a little faster than you'd like. Your nerves are acting up and you feel a cold streak run up your spine. 5 minutes, 5 minutes and you'll be at your front door. As you look in your mirror to try and make out how many are inside the car, its headlights are suddenly turned to high beams, blinding you as they speed up and pass you. God dammit, you think to yourself. No time to see how many or who was inside. Maybe it was kids fucking around. Yeah that's it, just some kids trying to entertain themselves.

Making it home, you ride around the block making sure all seems normal. You chuckle to yourself as you pull up the driveway and into the car port. Suddenly you notice the bulb is broken at the entry to your door. Just as you realize it was purposefully broken you feel a presence behind you. Something is pulled over your head and you can't see anything. Total blackness surrounds you. A low gravely voice whispers in your ear. Just shut your face, not one sound. Follow our orders and we may let you live another day.

After a very long, quiet ride your pulled out of the car and moved along by the arm. The hood over your head is effective in making nothing visible. You're led into a warehouse and shoved into a hard backed chair. The hood is removed and yet you still sit in complete darkness.You are able to make out some shapes thru the hood. All that is obvious to you is a gentleman standing over you and a feminine figure to his side.

  Gasping for air, Riddle shakes his head a few times. The seriousness of the situation hasn't really hit him. He smiles a bit when a hand strikes the right side of his face. The dull pain rushes down his spine. Riddle thinks to himself how could he land in a situation like this then remembers Saturday night. Spitting some blood to the side, He chooses to speak slowly and carefully.

Is this about taking your bosses daughter out? She told me she was 18. Could it be your wife? She drugged me and forced intercourse on me. . .

Smack! A pipe hits Riddle in the knee as he moans in agony shutting him up. Riddle knows he was brought back alive for a reason. If they wanted him dead, he would of been fitted with cement shoes back at his house. Testing the waters, Riddle messes with them a little more.

Is that all you got you weenie piece of shi. . .

Wack! Riddle gets hit on his left side of his face with a shoe. He then stays quite, it seems the smart thing to do at the moment.

as you sit there sweat runs down your cheeks. Thinkin what the hell is going on. While going threw possible options the man starts to speak.

'This time you really screwed up big time.' says the man as he loads his gun

The sound makes you shiver and thousands of thought cross your mind, you know you've screwed up a lot lately. You weren't very much focused on the jobs you've been send out for. And you know that last job in particulair was the biggest screw up ever. 

And just how would you know it would screw up? The plans are well made, you had researched the materials well.. Every single detail was noted, you asked questions,and every possible outcome was noted, all that was left was to act on the plan.

Damn, hard to be beaten up! You shout at the man, while blood trickles on your face

These men weren't some kid thugs they knew what they were doing and soon you would be in the trunk of their car head off to a unknown location to be delt with. As you feel the blood drip down you face you look up and stare at the man in the eyes.

"Go on then be a man and shoot me we both know you will do it soon"

The man holds his gun to your head but before he pulls the trigger a loud bang in heard from out side and you hear footsteps leaving the room....

Esham strolled up to the group and exclained simply:

What the fuck is going on here?

Not just ordinary footsteps. You shake your head as you realize the person running off is wearing heels, high heals on cement running quickly.

Hearing the foot steps he grabs a rope with two balls at the ends of each side. He begins to follow the foot steps quickly swing the rope. Just when he sees the figure in plain site he lets go of the robe and it flies around her feet causing her to fall. He runs over to her grabbing her arm and dragging her up against the wall

Only his is being revieled, "What the fuck are you running from?"

Esham reaches for his gun, glancing back and forth trying to find the source of the click-clack of heels.

You don't actually know what is going on around you, things keep happening and you keep hearing more noises, with different people getting involved, your afraid to look up, instead of looking around you, you listen to whats happening.

Theres a slight hope in the back of your mind that this is all just a dream and your going to wake up. You realise after a few seconds that this isnt that case, punching you leg to see if it hurts; tasteing the blood dripping from your upper lip.

Now your only hope is that this is going to pan out in your favour, suddenly you hear a voice calling your name, telling you to get up...

Esham pulls out his .45 and cocks it, walking up to Grassboy.

What's going on bro?

Mafia T comes in cradling a Thompson M1A1, and walks in the door .

He walks up to Esham and Grassboy.

What is going on here?

Deadly hurriedly ran through the streets.. He had told her this was a mistake. He had told her that she was messing with the wrong man. She never listened.

As Deadly got closer to the place, he slowed down. He climbs onto the wall and tries to see what is going on. After scoping out the area, Deadly can see exactly what he was looking for. She was being held by a man with a gun. That was enough.

Deadly hopped over the wall, and ran towards the warehouse..He pulls out his pistol and smacks the man over the head. After untying her legs, Deadly pulls her arm over his shoulder and slowly helps her to walk away. Quietly and undetected by anyone else, he sits her down behind the wall and scowls at her intensely.

I told you so.

You're still in your chair, trying desperately to work out what's going on.

Who brought you here, why? Your latest failures keep cropping up in your mind, and you swallow heavily.

Footsteps can be heard coming back into the room...

Esham looks at Grassboy and MafiaT.

...I hate warehouses.

He motions them to follow and begins leading the way towards a door.

Following the foot steps is again the click clacking of high heels.

"What thug wears heels?" you think to yourself

Without even a chance to react you are thrown to the floor, chair on top of you, still tied to it.  The mysterious mafioso grinds her heels into your cheek rendering you submissive and giving you a great deal of pain.

The heels had a fine finish to them, rubbing smoothly across your cheek as she removed her foot.  This was most definately not just your typical thug, she had cash, and plenty of it.

Thinking back on your previous job you vividly remember a lady following you off the plane at the airport.  Fine, red, Italian leather heels, a finely tailored suit, and the glimmer...  her neck... her wrist... her fingers... Everything she wore glimmered and sparkeled in the light, obviously high grade diamonds.

The day dream is broken by a swift and steady kick across your face.

Shaking her head Hydro scowls and turns suddenly. She picks up a ice pick and walks back towards you. Playing with the pick sensually fear is creaming at you to pray, this woman has a "Reckless Heart".

You thought she had a reckless but more than that her heart is cold as stone, as your skin is being prick by the ice pick. You look up at this beautiful woman, her face shows no mercy, she enjoys the anguished expression on your face.

And you thought of her  so beautiful like her diamonds, but her heart is as cold as the diamonds she wears As you lay there merciless, you hope, nay pray that esham will get his dumbass to rescue you..

Mafia T follows Esham out the door, with Grassboy walking behind him .

"I hate Warehouses to"

With no help coming, you resign yourself to fighting out of this mess yourself. You begin to wriggle and writh to escape the thick ropes binding you to your chair.

The woman laughs a beautiful laugh, like a fountain of glass. But the laugh is purely one of sadism and evil.

You stop writhing and instead turn your thoughts to fearing what she might do to you next...