In the south part of New York,
A debauched man stands as the leader of the gangster horde. He chugs on alcohol, his mind getting wild thoughts of things when he sees a picture of a beautiful girl on the newspaper.
“Huh!?” Picking the newspaper up, he stares at the girl with his eyes sparkling with two things.
Lust and money.
“Dang boss, nice pick. She’s the daughter of the Johnsons.”
“Hey hey, don’t shit on me now, eh! Johnsons don’t have a daughter-”
“She’s the hidden one who came out to public the other day, boss! She’s pretty, ain’t it?”
“Yeah… yeah…” he greedily sniffs the newspaper, perverted and kissing the picture of the young girl, “So sweet looking… I want to put a scar on her pretty face.”
“Aw boss~ Just the face?”
“Oh! Aha haha!”
“So?” The man rubs his hands in a greedy mission, “What’s the plan boss?”
“Johnsons… huh. Let me make sure they give me half of their company to save their daughter!”
“If they refuse, boss?” The male looks at his subordinate. He smirks giantly, their antisocial minds smiling and laughing at the same frequency.
****
“Let’s test this baby, shall we?” Grabbing his mobile, he clicks on the screen a few times as he asks Cassandra to press the button.
“Okay, I’m pressing it.”
“Go ahead!”
As soon as she presses the button on the screen, everyone’s phone was alerted with a unique alarm sound.
“Whoa! That’s cool! Did you design that!?” Nick asks Louis excitedly as Louis nods, his head held proud.
“I did! Well, it was supposed to be a protocol but I’m proud I completed it’s programming and everything before my team could!” Louis expresses his joy as his brothers pat his back. Convexed upon his achievement, the siblings all share a glass of wine, allowing the youngest to sip as well.
With a slight headache, Cassandra goes to sleep. Her exams were conducted alternatively, giving her time to rest and prepare efficiently- meaning, she had a day off tomorrow.
The morning changes the calender. Princess of Johnson household wakes up with a big yawn and a bigger stretch of her body like a kitten. She looks at the time, almost allowing herself to panic.
“Oh… not today, right.” And so, she goes back to sleep.
Waking up past lunch time, she makes it over to her kitchen and serves herself some bread and other soft things to munch on. She switches the TV on, hoping a nice program would entertain her for the time being.
However, she hears a loud thud of something or a someone falling down.
Her heart begins to pound out of her chest.
She was in her clothed pajamas, yet she feared for her life. Then again, unconsentful assault can be done on clothed or partially clothed people. It’s about how the criminal advances, not about the victim’s choice of clothing.
She looks at the watch right beside the remote, but for some reason, she felt as if she wasn’t able to move even an inch.
‘Grab the fucking watch! Grab the watch, Cassandra!’ Her mind was yelling at her. But fright froze her completely.
She was sweating within seconds, she didn’t want to turn around and be caught.
‘Please…’ she whimpered within her mind.
“Little girl… are you all alone today?” A groggy male voice greets her. She hiccups accidentally, turning around to fund four silhouettes against the rooms. The sunlight and the dark rooms gave a threatening effect to her heart. She sniffles, her lip wobbling.
“Please…” she begs them. Her voice was barely a whisper.
Suddenly, people start to rush into the house from the front door.
Cassandra watches the boys with school bags on their shoulders and baseball bats in their hands.
She never felt so grateful for 2:23pm ever I her life.
“Who the fuck allowed you to enter our house…?”
And behind them… was an unforgiving beast.
His name was Louis Johnson.