Karma felt eyes on her as she made her way down the busy street. Getting nods from customers that didn't need anything today. But the feeling that she was being wacthed felt like a lion stareing down its prey. And of course she would be the prey. Her hands felt through her back pocket to her jeans and pulled out her cell phone. It was about time to text the "DON" and let him know she needed more to her stash. Expecially since she was supposed to be going to a party.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">To Don<br/>                                   I need more to my stash there is a big party comeing up and i plan on selling a shit ton of drugs there. <br/>                                            from,<br/>                                                karma</span><br/><br/>She slipped the phone back into her back pocket and continued to walk as if she had a destination. And the feeling began to crow stronger. Her eyes wandered around the street takeing in every single person. In a way profileing them. But what stood out was two men in black suits. She knew them to be don's men. But the don doesn't send his men out without reason....She staggered a bit and almost fell off the edge of the sidewalk. Rebalanceing herself and acting normal was a bit difficult but she handled it.<span style="font-style: italic">They aren't Don's men, which means their cops.</span>She thought that she had it. That she was right. But something inside her warned against it. A confrontation could be fatal expecially if they were cops.<br/>She paced herself. Makeing her feet jog a little. Her eyes caught a nice sharp turn and she took it without thinking.<br/>The turn ended up being a huge mistake. There was a huge brick wall at the end and on either side their was a wall from a building.<span style="font-style: italic">Fuck im traped.</span>She kicked her foot against the wall. The two men hadn't been that far behind her and since she was faceing the back wall and could almost touch...it would be nearly impossible to escape them.<br/><br/>"Hey pretty lady wanna have some fun?" One man asked her. His voice rough and scracthy.<br/><br/>"It won't be that bad...at least if you had a fetish for chains." The other man laughed.<br/><br/>"Fuck both of you!!! What do you want." Her eyes stared the men down. She hoped it wouldn't be that hard to take them out. But if they were cops the chains meant handcuffs, and cops would be much genteler...at least that's what she thought.<br/><br/>"We want you to come over here." They both said ...their voices echoeing in the ally way.<br/><br/>She took three steps and decided what she was gonna do. She walked up to them standing inbetween them. One man pulled out a chain to wrap around her hands. As he did that , the other man pulled out another set of chains. And at this she kicked him in the balls...since the man was in the perfect angle.<br/>The man's partner that had finished tieing her hands together with chans laughed. "Damn she's a bit fiesty dean. "<br/><br/>The man named dean recovered from the kick just in time to dodge my next kick. He pulled out a hunting knife and smiled. "Little girl you fucked with the wrong crew." And at that he stuck the knife in her side. Blood dripped down her stomach and she just smiled at him. It hurt like hell but she ignored the pain and kicked the man in the shin. This time the man didn't even budge.<br/><br/>"Jack you might have to hold her a little tighter....remeber were not supposed to kill her...yet." Dean muttered.She tried to kick him again but  dean stabbed her in her thigh. Preventing her from finishing her kick. Which would of broke his leg she was sure. The pain was now triples, as she tried to ignore the pain...but it was going away. She just couldn't douse the fire of pain. And it was causeing to struggle less and less. It seemed dean was finally able to get to get the chains around her. They didn't care to cover her face or mouth. They just picked her up and brought her to blue chevy car, and tossed her in the trunk. She knew right then and there that the men weren't the "Don's" . The don's men all drove black vehicals ...or even a limo every once in a while.<br/><br/>The inside of the trunk was dark her hands were tied behind her back but she could just barely reach her phone, and when she did ....she had trust that the number she picked was the don's. Actually she kinda knew it was because he was the first number down her contacts lise. She texted him again. Hopeing that he would get this one, considering she wasn't sure if he had replied to the last one. But she sent it. Knowing that she may die, and don probably wouldn't even care. But the information she would give...would be worth a thousand words. And she knew the don wouldn't send anyone after her....And honetley she wouldn't want him too...it would put too many people in danger. And still wasn't quite sure who these men were working for.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">To:Don <br/>                There are men scouting to capture your guys...or maybe just me...but im a blue chevy cars trunk. And i believe they are dressed up as your men. So beware there may be betrayel among the ranks. And btw i guess i won't be getting  more to my stash..lol<br/>                    From: <br/>                          Karma </span><br/><br/>She wasn't even sure if that mattered. But she took a deep breath as her head hit the ceiling of the trunk. Her vision blired and she blacked out.