Giovanni went to bed later that night. Vinny, Paul and Mike were put on guard duties until they felt sleepy. Mario, Luigi, and Wario were snoring in the other room.

'I'm scared, Emily,' I whispered.

'I'm scared, too,' said Emily in a quiet voice, 'really scared.'

'I don't know how much longer they're going to torture us like this,' said Rebecca, 'I don't want this to continue.'

'I hope Daddy does something about this,' said Emily, 'it's his fault we're here.'

'I know, Emily,' said Rebecca, 'I know.'

Vinny, Paul and Mike looked over at us. Their eyes were full of evil and hate. The girls shuddered.

'They're so creepy,' shuddered Emily.

'Their eyes are so cold,' I whispered, 'it's like they don't even have a soul.'

'If they did, they wouldn't be doing this kind of shit,' hissed Emily, 'fucking assholes.'

'Calm down, Em,' I said, 'unless you want to be beaten up again I suggest you keep your voice down.'

Emily growled. She glared at Vinny, Paul, and Mike with as much venom as she could.

Rebecca whispered a prayer in French, hoping that God would hear her. She wants to be rescued, saved, anything to get away from Giovanni and his gang.

Vinny got up and woke up the other three for guard duties. Rebecca whimpered.

The other three sat in the corner where Vinny, Paul, and Mike sat. Emily growled.

'Emily…' I scolded.

'Oh, shut up, Becca,' said Emily.

I shut my mouth. Mario looked at us with an evil look in his eyes.. I flinched.

The basement smelled so bad. It was dim and damp. There were lots of cobwebs and spiders. Rebecca whimpered.

'I wonder if Daddy's called the police,' said Emily.

'Daddy's never been good with police,' I said, 'so I doubt it.'

'Fuck…' hissed Emily.

'There's always the news,' I whispered, 'Daddy knows a lot of people in the media and news industry.'

'Hopefully he calls them,' whispered Emily, 'I'd rather be at home in bed than in this awful place.'

I nodded in agreement.

'Oh, Jeff!' sobbed Lisa, 'our daughters are gone!'

'I know, Lisa…' whispered Jeff, stroking her hair, 'I know…'

'Those fuckers!' hissed Lisa, getting up, 'how could they?'

'They must know that my girls are my most prized possessions,' said Jeff, 'they mean more to me than my job and money.'

'What are we going to do?' asked Lisa.

'I'm gonna call my friend at Boston News,' said Jeff, 'set up an interview to get a story on the news. Hopefully people will help us.'

'Okay,' said Lisa, 'let's do it.'