-Kitten-

The past few years have been... Utter hell.

Oh yeah, I mean YEARS, As in... two to three

I slept alongside weeping women and girls, in the arms of strangers, being treated as a carpet for anyone to walk over. Luckily, I managed to save my Virginity during that time. But it wasn't easy... And I had the scars to prove it.

Satan was… gone. Vanished. Whichever way you'd describe 'abandonment'

Nevertheless… one night, upon my various attempts to sneak out. I bumped into someone...

-Sneaking on my tip toes I made it up the stairs and to the kitchen,

"What are you doing in here." One of the guards on patrol questions his brows narrowed on me raising his gun.

"I-I'm... Getting some water for t-the man out there." I could already feel the sweat rolling down my forehead as he stared into my eyes. "Hurry up then." He nagged crossing his arms.

I quickly grabbed bottled water from the fridge, he turned away to light a cigarette and I grabbed a knife and fork from the cabinet before he could notice.

He turned back to me and raised a brow. "What?" He asked. "N-Nothing." I bowed my head.

He inched his way closer to me, his towering height and muscular build striking me with intimidation, I struck the fork in his sleeveless arm and dashed out the back door before he could strangle me.

Hiding the knife in the sleeve of my hoodie I ran as fast as my two-toned legs would take me, I heard his grunts of displeasure as he ran behind me.

Not looking where I was going, I bumped into someone, falling on my back and hitting my head on the concrete driveway.

"Shit!" a sharp throbbing pain ricocheting in my head.

I held my head groaning in pain as I looked up.

I was screwed.

In front of me stood a man who seemed to have now gotten out of the SUV he was dressed in black, and although it was night, he still wore shades.

Suddenly the man whom I stabbed was in sight.

"I'm gonna murder you bitch!" I heard him scream. I didn't know what else to do, I scrambled on my knees behind him, holding onto the mysterious man's black coat, burying my face in it.

"Honcho." My chaser stopped and took a small bow.

'Honcho...? as in Leader... Boss?!' My heart began to throb. I was in serious trouble now.

"Why are you chasing her?" The man asked, his voice was icy and deep, and would make you fall to your knees begging for mercy.

"That worthless whore stabbed me with a fork. Sir." He spat out glancing at me peeking at him.

I let out an involuntary whimper clutching his thigh. He huffed looking down at me. And I gulped thinking of what my punishment might be.

"Leave her." The man ordered.

"What?" The both of us asked in unison. "I said leave her. She'll be my... Pet… from now on." The man nodded and shot me a glare.

I jolted back hitting my head on the car door.

"Aren't you a clumsy one?" The man said turning to me. I stared at him, and he stared back.

I'm too scared to close my eyes now.

"Get up." He ordered. I sprung off the floor and stood in front of him. He was quite taller than me. I bowed my head to avoid his gaze and he grabbed my face.

 "Name?" He questioned.

"M-Marinette," I whisper as his nails dug into my cheeks. "Hm." That was all he said before he let me go and walked off. I looked at him leaving, what was I supposed to do?

He stopped and turned to me. "Come here."

I quickly ran up to his side. He put his hands in the pockets of his coat and I followed him inside, to the elevator and up to the top floor of the 4-story mansion.

Everyone bowed in his presence, it was like he was Royalty.

Wait- Is he the mafia boss?

I followed him into a room. Which looked like his room. "Shut the door."

I didn't hesitate, I was going to obey this man. Or else I would wind up dead meat.

He took off his coat and Turtleneck t-shirt. I studied the tattoos on his well-defined body.

He turned to me and walked up to me. "You. Live in here, with me from now on, you do not leave this room without my permission and you obey everything I say. He a good pet and I'll treat you well. Disobey me and you will be punished. Do we have an understanding?" He raised a brow.

I nodded. "You address me as master." He added.

"Y-Yes master," I whispered. "Go shower and change." My master pointed at a door. I headed inside and shut the door behind me.

20 minutes later I came outside. That was the cleanest I've felt in a while. Although the shower was cold, I missed the smell of Dove shower gel on my skin. Although my skin was, rugged and bruised

Simply putting on a black t-shirt and boxers of his, I tied my hair in a bun and bowed my head trying my best not to disturb him.

He was laying on his stomach wearing only boxers. "Come here and give me a massage." The man ordered.

A massage? -

Unsure of what to do I climbed unto the bed and placed my hands on his bare back.

This is... Normal...

"Get on top of me." I gulped and slowly placed my leg on the side of him. I have never given anyone a massage before so I wasn't surprised when he grabbed my hand.

"What's your body count? 5-10? 10+? Or more?"

"Zero... I've never killed anyone before." I answered.

He raised a brow. "that's not what I- wow." He scoffed and placed his head back down.

I was now confused. What was wrong with my answer? Do I look like a murderer?! Something is wrong with this guy...

****

This went on for a while, an entire week actually, he'd come back and I'd massage him till he fell asleep.

Gently sliding off of him I sat on the floor hugging my knees to my chest, my stomach was aching. I could feel the drastic change in my body mass.

I felt weak. My hunger was torturing me...

Moments later I was awoken by a nudge on my shoulder. It was him; he was in front of me. In just sweatpants and a white T-shirt. "Why are you whimpering like a sick puppy on my floor." He asked.

I sat up. "I-I'm sorry if I woke you." I humbly responded.

I could feel his eyes on me as studied me. "Come join me in the kitchen."

I followed him outside the room and walked down the hall. He had a separate kitchen for himself...

"Help yourself." He said, grabbing a cup. He walked away to the coffee maker and helped himself to a cup. I made a simple breakfast using lucky charms and milk before joining him in the living room.

"Start talking."

"A-About what?" I questioned.

"Anything, don't you know how to keep people company?" He asked.

"Oh... Uhm... Are you the only one up here?" I asked. "Apart from you and at times the maid. yes. I like to be alone." He responded

"But I'm here." I shot back.

"You are... an ornament." He responds with a dull expression.

"Ah. Alright....so. What's your name." I asked. And from the look he gave me- iI instantly regretted opening my mouth and ever being born.

"zloveshchiy. I'm known as Zloveshchiy.  It's translated to Sinister in English. " He simply responds...

****

Mr. Sinister and I have grown a tad closer. He extended my boundaries allowing me to use the kitchen anytime I like. Even filled an entire closet for me. I'm his kitten. Well... So, he calls me.

His kitten. He dresses me. And feeds me. And treats me exactly like he said he would. An ornament.

He's rarely home these days so I've had the entire floor to myself.

It was around lunch so I decided to have a shower.

Running the warm water down my head. I closed my eyes taking in the warm water.

Suddenly I felt a muscular arm around my body. A scream echoed through my throat till I heard his voice in my ear.

"Kitten it's just me." He snickered.

"What are you doing?" I turned to him covering my forbidden parts with my hands. "Having a shower with you." He said taking off his T-shirt. "What?! No." I stepped back.

"Yes." He responds looking at my body with just his boxers on. "Stop staring! Get out." I yelled.

"No. Kitten." He stepped closer, taking my hand from over my breasts and pinning it over my head. He licked my cheek while taking my other hand and holding it with one hand over my head.

"It's been two almost three months and this is the first time I've ever seen you naked." His voice already stated what was about to happen.

Sin warning:

His knee slid against my legs and parted them. I bit my lip when his fingertips pierced my skin finding a spot to lay inside me.

"Shit. You're so tight one of my fingers is making you throb." He whispered with a grin. He pulled out his finger and went down on his knees.

I felt his tongue on my clit licking it in a circular motion. "St-Stop." I mumbled. "Tilt forward a bit." He ordered.

I obeyed, afraid of what'll happen if I didn't. My eyes crossed as his tongue was inserted inside my pussy.

There was a warm feeling between my legs. "Look how wet you are already." He chuckled getting up. I exhaled, glad it was over, but he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.

"We aren't done yet kitten." I shut my eyes when I saw him reaching inside his boxers.

I didn't have to open my eyes to tell what was rubbing against my folds. He wrapped my legs around his waist and inserted his cock inside me.

"Ah-Ahhh!" The pain was excruciating! I wrapped my arms around his neck letting my tears roll down my cheek. "Shh." He whispered as I whimpered. He took me under the running water while rubbing my back.

Nearly two minutes later he was thrusting in and out of me. My breasts rubbed against his chest as he guided my ass up and down...

I don't know what happened after but we ended up outside. On the counter of the cold tiled grand bathroom. My hands are pinned on the mirror as he pounds my pussy.

I couldn't bear to open my eyes or let my bottom lip go, afraid of what might spill out if I did, knowing I'd be a moaning/wailing mess.

Luckily it wasn't as rough as I'd thought losing my virginity to a heartless mafia boss would be. I could feel his breath on my neck as he bent over moaning faintly.

His dick piercing my insides, almost like he was clearing a path. I could feel him pulsing inside me.

There was a soft low moan as he pulled out, spilling warm white liquid on my stomach. He picked me up and took me back into the shower where we rinsed off.

We both got into robes and fell asleep on the bed...

****

The next morning, I woke up in harrowing pain. My legs were like pasta and I passed blood while using the toilet.

I made it back to the bed and lay on my side with a pillow between my legs.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, waking from his sleep. "It. Hurts." I replied as a tear spilled out my eyes. "Your body count is really low huh?" He asked.

"I don't know what that means! I told you I never killed anyone before!" I yelled through the pain.

"Sex. How many people have you had sex with?" He rolled his eyes.

"Oh... One."

"When was that?" He raised a brow.

"Yesterday..." I trailed off. "With me? I'm the first person you've had sex with?" He asked. I nodded, biting my lip as it seemed to worsen.

He slid off the bed and left the room.

A short while later he came to my side with a small container with two pills. "Here, take this." He handed me the pills and some water.

"Th-Thank you."

I sat up and took the pill followed by water. I then wrapped myself in the blanket and laid down wrapped in the comfort of his bed...

****

But unfortunately… it wasn't all a bed of roses with him...

I fell on my knees, my stomach throbbing with pain, his knuckles felt like rock hard cement against my frail skin. I stayed down hoping he'd leave me alone but his knee caressed my cheek.

My face kissed the floor, as I whimpered like a dog on the white fluffy rug. ''Get up.'' He demanded.

I tried to get up but my legs were immobilized. I fell back down. He stooped to my level and his gloves fell beside me. He gripped my ponytail and I shrieked as he pulled me up to face him, my eyes blurry from my warm tears.

He pulled me close extending his tongue, licking the blood off my lip.

A smirk lined his thin lips, ''oh how sweet you are my little pet...'' his words are forever engraved in my mind. ''Next time, don't hesitate when I tell you to do something,'' he said in a sing-song voice.

Although he was, very mean and powerful I've also wondered if he was alright upstairs, often he would hum, even skip around dancing to music, being vicious was one thing but being a vicious crackhead, made him even more scary.

I nodded frantically, trying my best to hold in my tears. ''Don't shake your head!'' he raised his hand.

''Y-Yes Master, I'm sorry it'll never happen again. I promise.'' My lip quivered, he scoffed as he arose, I hung my head taking deep breaths trying to catch myself, but I felt his grip around my hair again.

This time pulling me to the bed, my screaming and kicking were pointless... and the end of the day, he always got what he wanted...