TRAPPED; In the Mafia’s Snare…

SAN

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feel my face p

etty nice stuff huh? Are you off the lock sweetheart? I th

back at the couple, they had changed

. He pulled the phone from my hand, “I know you’

n as if they still had the phone in them. I was sinking, and

felt like I was going to pass out, “Sh

we go have fun? Just the two of us, huh?” He slid his

was the worst thing that would

he guy in front of me pressed more on my

beside me and

now is when I die.’ “Is that true?” He as

ed hard a

Why didn’t you say so? Son of a bitch, Chris

used, to say at least. The guy from the other room

me to assume I was dead again, “If you’re not one of the pink l

nding rough and raspy. What on

changing out of uniform, alright?” I nodded, still frozen. “But, we’re going to

this Ch

, “Can I se

was dead meat. I bit my lip hard and thought, “I’m just so embarrassed!” I finally sighed. “Can you just delete t

he took me by the elbow and began leading me through the tunnels. I noted the guy wh

’m new and all, I don’t want hi

think?” He asked, letting my elbow go n

was getting myself into.” I sighed. It was th

e pink tunnels, the rest of the underground structure looked like a mix between an upscale hotel and a shady bar, if that makes sense. All the men wore suits and all the women, lingerie. Though no stripper poles or cages w

a large frosted glass door. “You’d better pu

l be staying right here so don’t even dare make a

door, “Okay.” I opened it up and went inside, I was m

vily. At least, there was a wide variety of shoes, ballet-styled, stilettos, knee-high boots, shirt boots, pumps, flats, essentially anything

had big, wavy red hair, a black and red lace pan

odd

m a little ass slap here and there, no one is going to touch you or make you anything you don’t want to do. If you decide you want to do more, that’s all for you, Christiano is legit

” I asked. The reporter in me looked to get the

er you are, the better your room is going to be, the nicer stuff th

e further, but she adjust

just ask any of us ole gals but I’ve got to get going.” She went to the frosted four

ed a simple white corset with purple lace and embellishments. I fro

on me, just merely led me further through a hallway, down a flight of st

he handles and pushed the