Mafia King’s Stubborn Slave

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r seared my skin. My heart raced, and my breath quivered as I reluctantly opene

the floor, my face pressed against the damp, chilled surface, dampened by water

. Normally, I'd find comfort in the shadows, but now they evoked terror. Questions flood

hand over my body, I discovered my clothes were gone. They had stripped me down to everythi

I possessed resilience. Gripping the wall, I used it as a makeshift support, pulling myself o

death awaited, it would be met with resistance. Marcel wouldn't

but strong, "Let me out of here!". And when no answer followed, I

hree men stood in the frame. They were all dressed with guns, and dark clothing fit their bo

ody. Staring at my chest, they smirked. "She'll be a good

y knees and back onto the chilled floor. His rings were digging into my skin and ripping at it. Gasping for breath, I turned my head to look at him. "I hope you chok

he other two men laughed down at me. "What is your relationship to Marcel Peters

s and neck. "I asked you a question, cunt." The man growled as he leaned down and grabb

nd roll down my chin. Looking into his eyes, I whispered, "you

ve asked him before

while before he t

her men and slamming the do

still, on the phone, and he spit dag

ke out the ceiling in the darkness. I silently pra

don't consider sex before marriage a sin. But as I looked

/she know that I can handle this? I liked to be

g up at a ceiling in darkness, clouding my vision. I had no clue why I was there or how I go

st like he alwa

ls as I felt a pair of eyes on me, the light coming from outside the door illuminating my skin. "

nded in my chest, I had lost every ounce of fear, and it was repl

is eyes trailing me as he grabbed me up and held me to the

ones like a fever. It caused my head to spin, my

; I'd say like a leaf, but a leaf

s eyes again, not after the demons I sa

they bore into me, and under the darkened gre

out dramatically. "Paul wouldn't have to have done that if you complied." He

nourable man." I muster. "I listen to one p

it. My back hit it harshly. "Marcel Peters. Was he a good fuck?" He asked, his eyes sear

"Brother." He smiled as I scrunched my face. Marcel Peters

if I tried, I could never win him again. He was bigger than me, stronger, and faster. "I bet you still fucked

and tasting the blood mix with

his hands to his cheek and looked at the wetn

s wasn't just Marcel's little sister; she was a crazy, spontaneous, and twisted-

a fist, and he punched the concrete wall be

ing venom on the tips of my tongue.

smile; it was almost sinister. "You should be on your knees, thanking me that I haven't

ped me, watching as I coughed as air could enter my lungs again. "We'll see." He said it in a

walking away and tal

ked me gazed, looking b

erson can be pushed until they

y in fear, my body tightening. He smiled at that a

back until he was

e my attention?" I coughed

e doorway, his body giving

ckled echoing through the room

, like he wanted me to run

repidation f

g here, I knew that they weren't about to just let me go. B