Where Am I? ; Open

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Aphrodite was simply not ready nor in the mood to deal with her family's various issues. She hated when they aired out there dirty laundry with one another in public. The constant viper strikes at one another never helped, but they didn't care. They all wanted to believe that they were right; However they were all arrogent. They could never admit defeat nor the fact the niether were right. But she really wasnt a saint. She always had a head strong attitude. She too had the constant attitude that she was right a lot of the time, but her smooth words usually made her sound like she was. She stared out the window as the car drove down the whinding and beautiful country side. She leaned against the window as she listened to her parents yelling in italian about there outrages from the dinner with the family the night before. She groaned wishing that they would just stop. She stuck in her headphones, and turned up her music. However; they were pretty loud but it slightly drowned it.

Finally, they came to the beautiful Volterra for the St. Marcus Day festival. The streets were lined with celebration and glory. She loved the old time feel of Italy. It was so classy, artistic, and beautiful. She loved everything about Italy.. It made her think of a work of art that you could live within.. like a painting in a museum. Something that Da Vinci would have to even gawk at. She sighed as she walked up through the streets with her parents. She suddenly noticed a man in a suite who began talking to her parents. "Would you like a tour? I'm taking a group and you folks seem like you would be interested.." She smiled when her parents agreed. She pulled out her note book, and began sketching as they walked sights that she held in her mind. She began drawing the many different sights. The people, the buildings, and the archiecture were a lot to take in all at once, but she wasnt willing to miss any of it. The man peered over her shoulder as they walked and was impressed that she remembered so much. "I'm just very talented at mimicry I suppose.. " He looked at her a moment, before whispering to a guard.

"Young lady, what is your name?" He asked curiously. "Aphrodite Giana.." She said not looking up from her art. "Hmm.." He whispered to the guard. "Well.." He said placing his hand on her artwork,"Would you like to meet our director? He's a man of the arts, and your.. gift.. seems very interesting. I think he'd like you." He said, with a charming smile. She grew very excited, and nodded eagerly. He grinned, and took the rest of the group down the hall. She smiled sitting, ready to meet whoever she was to meet. Suddenly, the guard grabbed her covering her mouth. Her muffled scream was nothing to the sound drowning halls, and the man's strength was impecable. Her tears began to fall in a cascade.

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She awoke, hands tied with her mouth bound, and sitting in a soft velvet. She looked around... terrified..

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