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Ariana had got to her house and had freshened up, wearing a pair of her favorite blue pajamas. She sat down on her sofa facing the large window in her house. This was a very normal routine for her because she had nothing else to do, than drink her exotic red wine and look at the busy streets of LA.

Her long black hair was in packed in a messy bun, she grabbed her glass again to take her drink when she heard her phone ring. She groaned and lazily turned around to grab her house. It was a private number, a frown appeared across her brows, who called her with a private number she asked herself. Hesitating for a moment she finally decided to pick the call.

“Hello” She said with the phone on her ear, but she received no reply which was strange, “Hello, who is on the line” she repeated but the result was the same. No reply from the other end. And suddenly the call was ended from the other end. “That was strange”. She said to herself but anyways she wasn’t gonna think about it, having ton of things to do tomorrow she needed quality sleep. With that she grabbed her phone and headed to her bed, placing the phone on the bed stand she climbed into her bed and slept peacefully.

It was a few day later and things had been going smoothly, she was still getting used to her new driver who was insanely handsome even though she tried to deny that fact.

It was Friday and she had just finished her dinner at a 5 star restaurant in town. After taking a hot shower, she climbed into her bed and drifted off into a sweet slumber. And suddenly she heard a sharp sound coming from her living room. She opened her eyes slowly, they were still very heavy with sleep but she still managed to keep them opened. She turned to her alarm clock and it was just 25 minutes after three. What the hell made that noise? She wondered. Maybe it was her cat. Finally pulling herself, she stood up from the bed and walked to the sitting room. Her eyes roamed around the room looking for what had made that noise but she found nothing out of place.

As she was about to turn around to go back into her room, muddy footprints caught her attention. And her eyes widened, what the hell, she said to herself.

She followed the footsteps and it stopped inside her door of her store room. What the hell? She said to herself again. Grabbing the lamp beside her she walked close to the door. “Who the hell is there?” She asked but she received no reply. “I said who the hell is there? Get the hell out of my house” she said almost shouting.

And then the door moved, opened almost immediately in a swift motion. A man was standing in front of her with a gun in his hand, he was quite tall, wearing a black hoodie and a black mask. It happened all to sudden for Ariana to even register what had happened. She wasn’t in any way expecting a full grown man with a freaking gun.

“Put the lamp down girl” The man said with a thick Russian accent. His brown eyes burning with rage and anger.

“Who are you? And what the hell are you doing in my house” She was now beginning to panic, the man standing in front of her didn’t look friendly.

“I am the one to ask the question here, get away from there and sit on the chair” He ordered his voice leaking of patience.

“I...”, “Now, go sit on the chair bitch” The man shouted shattering her mirror with the gun.

Ariana could only move to sit on the chair silently as she watched the man ran through her stuffs as if he was looking for something. He kept throwing glances at her time to time as he searched for something.

“Where is it? I know you kept it somewhere. Where is it?” He asked wiping his nose with his sleeves and pointing the gun at her.

“What are you talking about? I don’t know what IT is?” Ariana said plainly.

“The flash drive, I want the flash drive and don’t you dare act smart with me because I will blow your brains out” He threatened.

“What flash are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re talking about?” She said

“Do not fucking play with me bitch, tell m where it is now” He shouted, now pressing the cold metal on her temple.

“I swear on my life, I don’t know what you are talking about” Ariana pressed her lips into a thin line trying to stop her lips from trembling.

“Fucking Christ, I will blow your brains out if you don’t tell me what I want to hear” He presses the gun harder on her temple, just then the door opened and other man walked inside dressed like the other man. All in black. They both spoke in a language Ariana had no idea of.

Rico who was the name of the guy who just entered walked towards her and grabbed a handful of her hair pulling it forcefully to face him.

“Tell us what we want to know and we might be kind enough to let you go” He said Into her ears, his accent not as strong as his fellows own.

“I__swea___i don’t know anything” Ariana managed to say as she felt strong pain on her head, like he was about to pull her hair off her scalp he pulled harder and Ariana let out a scream.

“Tell me bitch where is the fucking flash drive?, we don’t have time to play around” His face only few inches away from hers and she could smell the thick smell of alcohol. She tried pulling her hair away from his hand but his grip was so strong, that she only winced in pain.