THE MAFIA'S SLAVE

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been mean, but they couldn't take away my sense of self-worth. I was stronger than they were, and I knew that. I felt a new sense of confidenc

tasks around the house. I tried to make the best of it, but it was hard. I felt like I was trapped, with no way out. I wondered if I would eve

elt like I was stuck in a never-ending cycle, with no end in sight. But then I would remember my friend's words, and I would find the strength

there, watching me. I was terrified, but he didn't seem angry. He called for a doctor, and I was taken to a room to be treated. The doctor cleaned and bandaged my woun

e showed me kindness and concern. It made me question everything I thought I knew about him. I began to wonder if he was

ldn't help but wonder what the mafia boss was up to. I knew I had to be careful, and to be on my guard. But at the same time, I couldn't

I did, my thoughts kept returning to the mafia boss. I was becoming more and more curious about him. I wanted to know more about him, to

there was the mafia boss. He was holding a tray of food. 'I brought you dinner,' he said. 'It's not much, but I thought you might be hungry.' I was sh

o make of him. But there was one thing I was sure of: I was curious. I wanted to know more about him. I wante

ey were trying to figure out what he was really like, just like I was. But they seemed to be more afraid of him than I