A Mafia Devil and The Virgin

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t. I face the hurricane that shakes me, feeling even mor

than my eyelids that are reluctant to close. The silence is desolating, it crushes me and steals my

ps me from

eath. The last thing I remember was being hit violently, leaving me unconscious. Every mus

crumbs in my stomach in the last few w

n is overwhelming, it burns cruelly. My throat hurts, the pr

lpless in

url up into a fetal position, clinging to the quilt, trying to hide. But I kn

nounces the arrival of my capt

ing an unpleasant sensation. I can sense her malicious intentions that satu

y from him. But only one thing stops me

es the gag and for the first time I can inspect his face. He is not the Italian that had

ion and danger, and a spark of desire is born inside me. Despite his behavior, I must admit that he is attrac

e here? "She questions,

So many events have confused my identity, I even do

ng seems

s not involved in dirty business, he is an upright and fair

stay

" she says in a cold voice, her tone revealing her perverse in

d bas

I spit in

so loudly that I barely recogni

ad spin. Tears build violently, and the left side of my

my spirit

. Its violence destroys me on the outside, but deep inside, I want t

ronger, although at this moment I only feel the p

claim his mistreatment, I burn him. Suddenly his thumb approaches, I stare at him, it's a wobbly, biting hold. T

, just inches from my f

ntly, begging and begging, I f

placed his touch. The man with the strange accent, apparently Russian, removes his fingers from him, I open my eyes and watch him licking his finge

, he never stops smiling, I'm centimeters away from a p

whispers with venom, I am taken aback by his words. She notices my

ss mixture. Only dad usually calls me that way. Dad... he must be worried, I miss him so much. I car

the same evil direction, disgusting int

to question wi

the wolf, stares int

eone else's mistake," he says, his

I can't be innocent and pay for other people's troubles. The un

s, he's surely trying to wrap me up in a fallacy. He is a madman. I suddenl

y, he's the worst. Fear bi

weigh low, my heartbeat fl

urge to roll my eyes, her accent is so impertinent. You should be prostrate b

does this idio

ou idiot," I say,

I moan in pain. Forced to look into her eyes, her gaze burns me. The rage t

guy, a kidnapper, a murderer, on top of that a gangster

imagine the thousand ways I can think of how you can satisfy my appetite, Luna,"

ng to retreat, he prevents me by g

n me are scarce. But her grip is rough and only hurts me more. She frees her hand and runs it over my injured cheek,

u out," he declares as if he were truly benevolent. Then he grimaces, pinches the

h

my ey

way he's go