A Failed Attempt

Jennifer didn't know how long she stood stunned at the doorway, staring motionlessly at the closed door. The darkness that enveloped her did not bother her. Nor did the dusty surroundings and the damp atmosphere that continued to itch her nose. What she had heard from the men was what scared her. They thought it was a shame to let it go to waste? What were they going to do with her body? She couldn't help but think the worst. 

Were they going to…..rape her?

She gulped. The heat of the blocked attic coupled with her anxiety had her heart erratic. Her breathing came out as deep gasps of breath. It was sweltering and her thin shirt was already soaked with sweat. After some time, she looked around with widened eyes. The small window in the attic was the only source of light and it was lit just enough for her to see around. Since it was still daytime, the window provided enough light for her to see around.

"I must get out of here." She murmured to herself, trying to think of a way to escape this hell hole. She wasn't scared of death. She would bravely face them if they came to kill her. She wouldn't even fight back. However, she couldn't tolerate being raped. To her, it was worse than being murdered. And she was not going to let them do anything to her. Perhaps she could kill herself. She thought. But that would be a shame. She had always thought of committing suicide as an act of cowardice. 

"I will find a way out of this dungeon." She grumbled to herself, determined to not let them touch her inappropriately. 

 The only escape route she could think of was to jump out of the window. Even if she jumps, she would land on hard concrete and most probably would break her limbs. So it didn't seem to be a good idea.

"I wonder if they would ever open that door." She thought out loud. Sighing in exasperation she decided to sit down on the wooden floor not caring about the thick layer of dust on the floor. All that chaos had exhausted her. However, she couldn't truly get any rest. The sweltering heat, the dusty floor and the words she had heard forbade her from relaxing even a little bit. She was on full alert. She feared what might happen to her. So she looked around, hoping to find something useful, but it was in vain.

One of the men who had taken her to the attic entered with a tray of food in his hands. 

"Here! Eat this! And you better be done within half an hour. I will be taking the tray away after that, whether you eat it or not!" He practically growled at her, making her wince. 

He placed it on the floor and pushed the tray towards her using his feet. Scowling, she glanced from the tray of food to the man, who rudely slammed the door shut, making its sounds echo in the lonely attic. 

"Wow. Rude, much." She mumbled. "At least I have something to eat and he didn't try to touch me." She murmured to herself and sat down to inspect what he had brought to her.

The pasta that was in the ceramic plate was spilt onto the tray. However, it looked good and Jennifer couldn't hold back from devouring the whole thing in a matter of minutes, because she was famished.

Sighing in relief as she emptied her plate, she looked at the door. He most probably would be back soon. Wiping her mouth with the tissue under the plate, she frowned. Maybe she could use the ceramic plate against him. A smirk slowly curved her lips when she thought about it. 

Yes. It actually could work. She quickly wiped her lips and fingertips with the tissue and picked the dirty plate up before rushing towards the door. She knew she wouldn't have to wait much longer and she was right. Footsteps were heard and the clinging of metal followed, indicating that the lock was being opened. She held in her breath as she clutched onto the ceramic plate. Biting onto her lower lip anxiously, she tried her best to remain focused. She was standing behind the door so that when he opened the door, he wouldn't see her at first.

"Bitch! Where the fuck are….." 

She crashed the plate onto the back of his head, breaking it into tiny pieces, causing his buff body to fall onto the floor with a thud. Her hand was cut and so was his head and the thick crimson liquid started to decorate the plain attic. However, she didn't have time to take care of the tiny droplets of blood that dripped onto the floor and to worry about her injury. Her time was limited and she had to use it to the best she could.

The fall due to her hitting on his head had stunned the man and it bought her enough time to slip past him and out of the opened door. 

She managed to run out of the attic and across the corridor. She wasn't aware of the trail of blood that she was leaving as she hastened to save herself from the dungeon she was in. She didn't even know where she was going. All she knew was that she wanted to leave. 

While she sprinted across the corridor, she bumped into a rock hard body, making her lose her balance. She yelped and fell onto the marbles. When she was able to get ahold of herself, she looked up to see who it was. 

Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened when she saw that it was the same man who had brought her the meal. The same person who she had hit on the head. Blood was trickling down the side of his head, but he didn't seem to care. If she thought he was disgruntled before, she was wrong. His widened eyes and stiffened muscles only meant that she had pissed him off to no end. 

"What the fuck do you think you are up to?" His low toned growl made goosebumps crawl all over her body. She felt as though her soul had left her body. All she could do was stare at the huge man, who was double her size, towering over her. 

He grabbed her hair mercilessly and pulled it, making her scream in pain. 

"Do you think I'll let you get away with that? Do you?" He lashed out through his gritted teeth, lowering his face so that it was just inches away from hers. The stench of alcohol disturbed her, however, she was too scared to do anything about it. He suddenly lifted her and threw her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. His grip on her body was brutal and it certainly would leave ugly scars on her frail body. 

"I'll make you pay, bitch!" He gushed as he dashed towards the open door of the attic. 

"Help!" Jennifer managed to scream just before he slammed the door shut behind him. 

He slammed Jennifer against the floor and tore the front of the white top she was wearing. His eyes dilated, as his eyes zeroed on her smooth body. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her struggles to save herself ended in vain. It only added bruises to her already pained body. The man kept biting on her skin, marking her as his hands continued to violate her privacy. 

"No! Stop…." Jennifer pleaded tears of agony started to roll down from the corners of her eyes. 

"Please……" she gasped. However, he wouldn't listen. He was too engrossed in what he was doing. It was obvious that he was enjoying it. Jennifer was completely helpless. She was being crushed under his weight and she was powerless against him, who was much stronger than her. 

"What the hell!" 

A familiar voice bellowed and Jennifer felt the weight being lifted off her. Gasping for breath and wiping away the tears of pain, she tried her best to cover herself with her torn blouse. Hugging her knees and sniffling, she watched as Frank beat the man, who had the buttons of his shirt undone. 

"What the fuck are you doing? I told you to take food for her, damn it!" He screamed as he landed punch after punch on the man's bloodied face. Frank reached for his gun and pointed at the man

"She…..she tried to run……" he gasped, holding his hands up in surrender. 

Frank saw Jennifer from his peripheral vision, who was trembling, sobbing and sniffling, apparently shaken up by the assault. Her body was marked and bruised and her clothes were torn.

"I don't approve of rebels." He hissed and pulled the trigger, landing a bullet in between his eyes. He sneered at the lifeless body and sauntered over to the trembling lady. 

Frank was furious.

"You tried to escape." He stated in a low voice and Jennifer knew that what awaited her wouldn't be any better. He was the Grim Reaper of the underworld. The one who wouldn't hesitate even a bit before slaying anyone. She felt as though her throat had blocked and her tongue was tied from forming words. Her silence only added fuel to the fire and Frank felt his anger skyrocket.

"Stupid woman! You aren't any brighter than your crazy father!" He bellowed.

Jennifer looked up and felt as though she would rather be buried six feet under than face him. She trembled in fear when she saw how his eyes were widened in fury and his nerves have bulged. All the muscles seemed to be tense. If it was a possibility, her heart would have leapt out of her chest. 

"I have been nice to you! But it looks like you want to have it the hard way!" He bellowed, his voice echoing in the blocked room. Jennifer felt as though she might pass out in fear. She couldn't move. She couldn't utter even the slightest sounds. 

By this time his men had heard the chaos and they knew that something was utterly wrong. So they ran into the attic and were completely silenced when they saw the lifeless body of their brother. They dared not ask anything since they knew he must have done something to piss their boss off. But when they saw the trembling woman and her torn clothes, their questions were somehow answered. 

"Bring a clean shirt!" He ordered and they quickly obeyed. Jennifer was thankful for the shirt and wore it. 

Frank glared at the men and pointed a shaking finger in their faces. 

"Take this bitch to the basement and lock her up in the cage. The entire place has to be guarded and if she manages to escape, mark my words, I will skin all of you alive!" He growled. "And if any of you have bright ideas, I will finish you off, just like I did to him." He warned, pointing a finger at the dead man.

"Yes, boss." They obeyed and started to drag Jennifer away from the seething mafia leader, who still had his fists clenched.

"You should have known better than to think of running away. Now I don't have a choice except to punish you." Frank growled in fury as he watched them drag her away.

"I will make sure you regret attempting to escape."