"How 'bout a magic trick?" The crazy man stated simply.
He looked around the room at all the crooks and mobsters, and his eyes landed on me.
He looked right at me and smiled, the makeup on his face cracking slightly.
I flinched away.
He stabbed a pencil into the table.
"I'm gonna make this pencil disappear with some help from this young lady."
He was next to me now.
My father's body guard reached out to pull me to him.
But the white faced man had already grabbed my arm and dragged me back to where he was before anyone could blink.
I didn't try to struggle, in fear of getting something worse then I was about to.
He took a handful of my hair, and I let out a small whimper.
He laughed a crazy sounding laugh once to himself and pulled my head back sharply.
I whimpered again.
No one was going to help me.
I knew this much.
They were all just as scared as I was.
My father stared at me, desperately trying to think of a way to get me back.
What had I done to be in his line of fire?
Look at him? Was it because my father was Marony?
The man gently stroked my face with one of his gloved hands.
He licked his painted red lips, the scars on the sides of his mouth curling up slightly.
Just how he intended them to when he made them.
"It'll be alright. This won't hurt. Promise." The last word wasn't in the high voice I'd heard before.
It was darker.
Angrier.
I felt my head be pushed forward a little and I knew my punishment was coming
"I'm sorry I made you bring me here dad. I love you." I thought to myself.
And suddenly my head was being slammed forward, aimed right for the pencil….