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Trigger Warnings -> Please do not read this story if you do not want to or cannot read stories including dub-con, non-con, rape, violence, references to murder, threats of violence, kidnapping, rough and non-consensual oral and vaginal sex, reader being drugged without consent and similar content. Please be warned, Abbacchio is not a nice person in this story.
Don't read this story if you are in a low mood and the content will upset you.
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You wake up and you immediately feel a strong and throbbing pain in your head.
Slowly opening your eyes, you think "where the fuck am I?". The room you are in is cold, dark - probably in a basement, you think - and theres not much other than some storage crates, barrels, and well - the chair that you are apparently tied to. Looking down, you notice that your arms and legs are tied very neatly to the arms and legs of the chair in a series of knots made with thick, purple rope.
The chair had a thin metal frame - the seat made of a thin piece of leather, presumably the back also made of leather. Had you not been tied to it, its the sort of chair you wouldn't of minded having in your apartment. Turning your eyes towards your torso, you notice similar robes tying your torso down to the back of the chair - you notice them more and more as you feel a pressure in your diaphragm with each inhale.
It's hard to tell, but you think you can hear rain outside. Last you remember, you were walking through Naples - enjoying your walk in the rain. Although the city was typically full of tourists, when it rained, the streets would always end up fairly empty and you could enjoy the pleasantries the city had to offer without the usual crowds. Normally, you made your money from scamming said tourists, but either way it was always a welcome break. What matters though, really, it that is was raining. Hopefully, you think to yourself, that means you've only been here for a few hours.
JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE
Suddenly, your attention is brought to the door of the arm. You can hear what sounds like someone taking out keys. Your thoughts are confirmed as the door suddenly opens forward. A tall, imposing figure enters the room. Their long, navy coat, seems to have water droplets pouring off of it. Their hair looks like it got wet as well, some of the platinum pieces wet and sticking to their golden skin. Seems like your kidnapper got caught in the rain - you chuckle to yourself thinking about it.
"Whats so fucking funny?" the person croaks, heading down the stairs and walking towards you. You say nothing in return - better not take any chances. Walking over, he gently places his hand along your jawline before roughly pulling you up, making you cough. Looking up, you are staring directly into the eyes of what seems to be a somewhat familiar man - maybe you had seen him before in the streets. Before he kidnapped you, that is.
"I asked you a fucking question," he repeated, roughly grabbing your chin. It certainly was going to bruise, you thought to yourself. You continue to say nothing. Maybe you are pushing your luck, but it's better not to risk upsetting him. It's better to keep him - and yourself, calm.
He suddenly pulls his hand away from your jaw and your face suddenly falls. You catch yourself and bring yourself to look up, once again, at the man who presumably brought you here captive.
"Who are you?" you croak out. "That's not important," he answers, "but you still haven't answered me. What's so fucking funny?" he responds harshly. Damn, he's really not going to let that go, is he.
"I was coughing," you respond, feigning a slight cough. He probably wont buy it.
"Do you think I'm fucking stupid?", he looks at you with rage in his eyes. "A cough, really?".
Ignoring him you ask, "are you doing to explain why I'm here? Why the fuck I'm tied to this chair, maybe?". He chuckles, "I thought that was the obvious part".
"What part about this is obvious?", you answer, looking confused. He laughs.
"Look at me bambina". You look straight at him - he's clearly waiting for you to realise something. "Do you not recognise me? The clothing?". You look at him a bit more closely - his clothing did look quite fancy. He had unique purple cord, sort of similar to the cord tying you to the chair, on his shirt front. His chest was exposed and on his waist and coat were what looked to be ornate gold accessories - was it a belt, maybe? He looked like he was probably wealthy, but he was definitely too... strange looking to be from one of the established families in Naples. Thinking a bit harder, your brow furrowed.
Suddenly, it hit you - "Passione," you whispered aloud.
"Smart girl," he had an awful grin on his face. "... and do you know what you did to upset us?". You shook your head. "Really? Cat got your tongue?". You continue to stay quiet, and wait for him to continue.
He starts to slowly pace, his dark coat swishing as he does. "You've been stealing money from us, haven't you?". You immediately rush to respond in a hurried tone "No, I haven't stolen anything from Passio-". Your mouth is suddenly held shut by his hand. "Stop talking in such a fucking annoying tone. I'll cut your tongue out."
He removes his hand, allowing you to continue. "I didn't steal anything from you - from Passione. I only steal from tourists," you respond. He laughs, "You are stealing, on OUR territory," he continues, "It's OUR money. You have to pay your dues. You've been effectively stealing from us for months, by not paying yours".
"Well I didn't know that," you answer, "and why did you have to kidnap me? Why didn't you just talk to me?". He lets you continue speaking. "I would'd paid if I had known. You didn't need to resort to this", you hurriedly add on, "I would've never intentionally upset Passione, I don't have a death wish".
"Well, to be completely honest, I brought you here on a bit of a side project," he answers. He gestures to the barrels on the other side of the room, "Sometimes, when people are bothering us - bothering me, I like to take them here, have a chat," he continues, "It's kind of a hobby". Horrified, you can only assume that the bodies are filled with other people who didn't pay up.
"Listen, here - uh, Sir", you respond, "I mean no offence to you or your Capo. If you'll just kindly let me go, I'll pay you your money and you'll never see me here again".
He chuckles to himself, "That's not going to happen. I mean, you've already seen too much," he walks over closer, tracing the side of your face, "And you seen like quite the talker. Not sure I can trust you to go now."