THE RUSSIAN MAFIA'S ANGEL

"позвоните врачу!" Nadia screamed out orders.

Feet scurried back and forth, as heavy breaths saturated the room.

Angel, tired of pretending she had actually fainted, prepared to open her eyes.

She had heard enough Russian to last her a lifetime.

If she could guess, she'd say it had been about ten minutes already. If the unicorn had still not come around, then he wasn't going to come.

He probably didn't even know she had fainted. And even if he did, he had probably celebrated it.

"That bastard!" She blurted, as she opened her eyes.

Nadia, whose head was away from Angel as she addressed one of the maids, whipped her head on hearing Angel's voice.

"You're awake?" She asked with widened eyes.

She had tried everything in her power to resuscitate the girl, but everything failed.

Just when she sent for the doctor, the girl had woken up?

Something was fishy, considering how she had even cursed right before she opened her eyes.

"Yes?"

She jerked when she saw one of those menacing looking maids coming forwards with some smoky pot in her hands.

"Uhmm, keep that away from me. I'm fine," she said in a cautious tone.

Nadia's eyes narrowed suspiciously at her. She had clearly been faking everything. But she wondered why.

"оставь нас в покое," she said to the people in the room.

"What does that mean?" Angel asked, totally confused.

But when the two maids in the room started to leave, it suddenly made sense.

Humming lady had asked them to leave the room.

"Keep it up, and I might just be fluent in Russian before I leave here," she said to herself in her mind.

"What do you think you're doing?!" She asked in a stern voice as soon as the door closed behind her.

Angel's head doubled back in amazement.

"I didn't think you could do anything other than hum, and appear mysterious. You can actually talk? So why did you ignore me when I was banging the door?"

"You think this is funny? Look around, you're not in your father's castle, or tower, or whatever it's called. You're in hell. There are no favours here. You don't have a knight in shining armour coming to whisk you away. The earlier you get that into your thick skull, the more productive you'll become with your time here."

She hissed, and rose to her feet. She was almost out of Angel's room door, when the girl's sudden laughter made her halt right on her tracks.

"What's so funny?" She asked, unable to hold in her curiosity.

"You think I find all of this funny?" she replied. "You think I want to be here? I was taken against my will, and thrust into this strange world which I know should be familiar considering the surroundings I grew up in, but isn't at all. Dark halls? Semi dark rooms? Strange, menacing looking faces? Thick Russian accent? I feel like I'm in a cell, okay? A huge, ugly, unfashionable cell!"

Nadia was actually feeling sorry for her, until she ruined her motion with that end.

"Unfashionable? Really?" She chortled, and continued out the door.

"Well it's not my fault they wouldn't know how to mix and match colours even if the primary colours were tossed in their faces!" She screamed after her.

"What does that even mean?" She muttered to herself right after, weirded out by how cringe she could be.

It became clear there was no saving her. She couldn't even get the attention of the man that kept her here.

Restless, and partially broken, she grabbed the pillows on her bed, and tossed them to the floor.

She laid on the leopard printed carpet, and faced the ceiling.

Her event was tonight. It was getting clearer to her that she wouldn't be able to make it.

"What a burst," she sighed.

Her father was supposed to be the biggest bad guy in town.

He had connections all around. It didn't make sense that she spent this long in this shithole already.

There had to be a reason he had not been able to get her out yet.

"Unicorn guy cannot be that powerful, right? I mean, even dad effortlessly kidnapped his biggest rival. If it wasn't for me helping to aid his release, he would still be locked in. If father can do it, this Lucifer guy or whatever he's called is nothing, right?" She spoke to herself, out loud.

"He's not even all that physically. So what? He has a pretty face? I've seen prettier guys," she scoffed. "Those guys don't even sit in thrones like weirdos, whilst partial light trickles down one side of their face. What a show off!" She snickered.

"Wow, Nadia was right. You were faking it."

She turned to her side on hearing a voice, and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was.

"Mr unicorn still hasn't come? Heck, why am I even calling him a unicorn? He could never be one. He's so—"

"I'd say something nice if I were you," Xander said in a threatening tone.

"Yeah, I forgot I was kidnapped by gangster psychopaths."

"Why did you do it?" He suddenly asked.

"Why did I do what? I've done many things in life. Be specific please."

"Fake faint."

"Attention, duh! You must not have noticed, but I'm the only child of my father. I'm used to having all the attention I need. It's unfair for someone like that to be locked up in this ugly room."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes really."

"Fine then, let's go out," he said.

"Really?" Her eyes bulged, as she swiftly straightened into a sitting position.

"Yes, really," he mimicked her response.

She looked to her left, and then to get right, before turning slowly to face him.

"Are you breaking me out?" She whispered.

"If that's how you choose to see it," he shrugged, and stretched out his hand. "Let's go."

Smiling, she rose to her feet, and took Xanders hands.

He led her past Nadia's room, and she turned to see the woman had returned to her humming position.

She was going to say goodbye, but didn't want their plans to be ruined, so she just said it in her mind.

The second they stepped into the hallway, a sac covered her face. Before she could scream, she fell unconscious.