You're Trapped!

You enter into a front hall that just oozes old world class. Antiquities, artwork, a fine Turkish rug, and a glittering chandelier. Extravagant white doors lead out from either side of the room and a huge marble staircase leads to the second level. Any one item in this room was probably worth more than all of your belongings put together.

A buxom auburn haired beauty currently dusts one of the vases on a side pedestal. It doesn't look particularly dusty. She wears a classic french maid outfit. You can't believe there are maids that actually wear those, you had always assumed they were just for dress up parties. She gives you a naughty glance and says, "I'm happy you're back Mr. Calabrese." Obviously Vincent Calabrese was diddling the hired help.

I suddenly hits you. Vincent Calabrese! One of the most powerful mob bosses in the United States. You'd seen his name in the news many times, though you'd never seen his face. All kinds of nefarious activities were attributed to his organization but they were always two steps ahead of the law. Images of shot and mangled bodies you had seen on the news flash through your mind. "I....I've got to go..." You stammer. The maid looks at you perplexed.

Just then Louis enters the room walking briskly as he puts his phone into his pocket, two goons following in his wake. "We are on lock down! Lock the gate the bring in some more of the boys. I want a 24 hour patrol working the grounds."

You watch as the mafia thugs snap into action. "Wha...?"

Louis walks up to you. "Word on the street is that there is an open contract on your head boss. We don't know who's responsible but I got some people working on it." Louis rubs his temples, "Fuck boss, it's just dumb luck we found you when we did. You wouldn't have lasted much longer out there on your own." He looks up at you, "Don't you worry boss, just sit tight for a while and let me handle this."

"But..." Your mind is racing. Your fight or flight instinct is kicking in and every fiber of your being wants to get the hell out of here. But how? As you start thinking about it another problem becomes obvious. If you look so much like Vincent Calabrese that his own men and his wife can't tell the difference, you'd have a hell of a time convincing an assassin of who you really were. It dawns on you that the mob boss was likely already dead somewhere. That would explain his disappearance the last few days. But why hadn't word gotten out about it? Perhaps Vincent and his would be assassin ended up killing each other. You had no clue. You continue to think as Louis moves on to organize the troops. You could go to the cops, but would they even believe this crazy story? Would you even make it there alive? And how could you explain to the mobsters about you wanting to leave here alone?

'Fuck!' You think, you were well and truly stuck here. At least until you could think of something. Looking around at the opulent surroundings and the flirty young maid you have to admit to yourself that there were far worse places one could be trapped.