The mystery man that popped up in front of Elizabeta, was significantly taller than her, had ruby red eyes, light grey hair, and wore civilian clothes. To others that didn't know who he was, he hardly looked like a criminal from sight. Maybe a little bit if you saw his smirk closely. "Gilbert, what do you want?" the woman questioned in annoyance. She was prone to using her foul mouth, yet she couldn't because her daughter was right next to her, holding her hand. "Nothing, nothing. I was just checking out the park and what not. Today is a beautiful day!" he fibbed, chuckling.

"Bullshit! You're just here so you can pester me. I know you well enough." Liz snapped, ready to slap the living shit out of him. Rosalia hid behind her mother's legs and grabbed onto them, for she was terrified of the Prussian. For a five-year-old, she knew he was up to no good from his attitude. Somehow, you could say she well inherited her mother's brains. "Oh, Eli, stuck in your own hollow shell of stupidity!" He cackled, slapping his knee.

Doing her best to ignore him, she immediately picked up Rosa and sprinted as fast as she could. "Mamma, I'm scared!" Rosa whimpered. Liz whispered. "If he tries to take us, I'll make sure he doesn't harm you, okay? I love you, and I'll do my best to protect you." Suddenly, bam! Gilbert caught up with them and grabbed Eliza by her chest from behind, sort of crushing the smaller one in her arms. "Gotcha! You're coming with me!" he screamed. "Like hell you aren't! You deserve to rot in Hell, because that's where you belong! If you torture my daughter I'll-" she paused when the male covered her mouth. "Mnnn!"

"Leave my mom alone! She didn't do anything to deserve this!" Rosa sobbed, holding onto her mom, looking fiercely at the man. Elizabeta tried to take hiss hand off of her mouth to speak up, but failed trying to push him off. Dragging Liz by grabbing around her stomach, Gil threw her into the trunk, then tried to push her in. She fought back by grabbing onto his hands and pushing them away. Even though Rosa didn't want to go into the nasty trunk filled with old clothes and trash, she still got in so she could be with her mom. Hugging her from behind, she started crying.

However, after a few minutes of arm wrestling, Elizabeta simply could not handle it anymore. Gilbert shut down the trunk door and locked it so they wouldn't escape, of course. Despite the pitch black darkness, Liz still managed to hug Rosa very tightly. "Shh, mommy's here." she whispered into her daughter's ear. "Mhm, I don't wanna die!" Rosa couldn't stop crying at all. The only thing that would cheer her up was being safe and not facing trouble. However, that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

Suddenly, the car started, and it went about 20 miles past the speed limit of 30 miles per hour. Toolboxes, bottles of car oil, clothes, and trash rattled everywhere in the trunk. One of the toolboxes hit Eliza in the back of her head, and a few empty cans of beer hit the two of them. The whole ride, the mother and daughter held onto each other tightly. Maybe they did get a little dirty from the beer cans and oil flying havoc, but they still had the same love for each other, despite how dirty and smelly they got.

After roughly 6 hours from driving route A22 from Florence to Munich, Gilbert opened the trunk to see two, oil covered females. "How was the ride, you little pieces of shit?" he snickered. "WHAT DO YOU THINK? FUCKING TAKE US BACK HOME AT ONCE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, ANYWAY? WE DIDN'T DO SHIT TO DESERVE THIS!" the woman screamed to the top of her lungs in fury. "A lot of stuff, honestly." he said rather calmly. The two brunettes were in for a horrid surprise.