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.