The Mafia's Stripper

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ace go pale instantly. I was stunned into silence by his unpl

y eyes which I felt like gouging out. Instead of pain I felt anger course through my veins, I gritted my teeth as

me on you" I spitted out and lashed out at him with disgust and anger lacing through my voice "If your mother had slapped you very hard when you were a child probably you would have had

his movements, the hand that shoved my messy hair aside and trailed it's fingers down my bod

ed or being cursed at. Winning isn't a habit to me but a compulsion. Since you've decided not to give into my deman

men in here and

oaster with tears in my eyes but I tried to look brave, he abruptly paced out

and I felt more uneasy, the thoughts of what t

laughter. He strode towards me then he pulled up his trouser leg and displayed a long white scar, he unbuckled his

pleas didn't get to them. I struggled against hi

me" I struggled to free myself yet he wouldn't loos

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g clung to my body. I turned and tipped my head to look at the men who were towered over me but I couldn

after a few seconds the realization suddenly hit me like a train crashing

the

t my deep confusion of the celestial ambience around me. I sighed deeply, my whole chest heaving and I remained silent for a

no throbbing pain in between my legs, I felt completely normal. I

el pain neither did I see marks on my body and it left me bewildered. It kept me wondering if his threats

s round them as a sob escaped my lips

clothes and his message to you is to fres

her aside and escape but doing that will only alarm the others and

r. Now was the right time to put my thoughts into action, I took slow steps towards the window and tried to open it but I noticed it was lock

and any moment from then Dante would come to fetch me.

tressing my brain a plan finally jolted in and I immediately ran towards the wardrobe and brought out some bedsheets then

loosen the nuts of the wind

le out of fear, I knew I had few minutes left and time wasn't in favour of me. That was the only opportun

verything was kept on purpose, who was my well-wisher? I opened the gallon of petrol and poured

my ashes, I grabbed the vase and broke the window. Sounds of shredded bottles could be heared dropping to

d through the window by jumping down with the help of the joined bedsheets which served as a parachute in helping me land safely and at that moment I forgot I had been de

dawned on me they had been alerted by the fire, I didn't care if

dn't feel the broken bottle piercing deeply into my skin. On a normal day I was a very

na get shot at" a voice groaned inhumanly and it