My sinner the mafia's temptation

Hazel shrama {26 year old}

"I'm feeling cold, I'm shivering. I hate the winter season, maybe because in our country it doesn't snow. I still remember whenever I didn't have to go to the hospital in winter, I never used to come out of my blanket. With hot coffee and buttered toast in the late afternoon, I didn't want to get up. I want to sleep more in my bed. Why is my bed so hard?"

"Hey, wake up, bitch! I'm not in my own bed; I'm in an unknown place. I don't even know where I am or who this is. I can hear them; they are right here. My eyes are closed, but I feel them staring at me. There's lust in their eyes, I can sense it."

"Bitch! Ahhhh, ahhh! My stomach! In my home, no one hits me or even shouts at me. I don't want to wake up; I want to go to my bed. This is just a bad dream, just a big bad nightmare

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"I still have fear of opening my eyes. I don't want to wake up. I want to die here in this cold warehouse room. It has been 2 days since I was kidnapped, and maybe no one even knows about my kidnapping. I am not socially active. Perhaps dad is waiting for my call, and I am busy, so I understand he won't call for a few days. No one knows that I have been kidnapped; no one will come to rescue me. I want to go home."

Come on, wake up and see, I've brought such a nice dress for you. You're so precious, you don't even realize it. We'll earn a lot of money, you'll be very happy."

"I opened my eyes but I still couldn't see his face clearly. He was searching for something in his bag. I looked around the room to see if I could escape from anywhere, but the entire room was empty, there was nothing at all, not even a single window, just one door."

He threw some ropes on my face, I can't even call them clothes; they are ropes adorned with various types of seashells and very little fabric. I'm afraid they won't even cover my nipples.

See moya lotereya. [ my lottery ]

"I have brought such a nice and expensive thing. You must have never worn such expensive clothes before."

"People will go crazy when they see you in this marine outfit, a 25-year-old virgin mermaid. We are going to rock, darling. I'm going to sell you at a very high price."

"Come on, quickly put it on. We need to do your photoshoot too. Come, darling."

"No, don't you dare touch me! What do you want? Please let me go. You want money, right? I can give you money, I'm a doctor, I have money. I promise I won't tell anyone, please let me go."

He started laughing, "How much can you give me, darling? $5000 or $10,000? Do you even know how much you're worth? I'm going to sell you for at least $10 million. You can give me that much money, right? Come on, wear this."

He was coming towards me. I had to do something. Maybe if I got out of the door, I could find a way to escape. I kicked him and tried to run, but he grabbed my ankle. I lost my strength due to pneumonia and low blood pressure; I couldn't stop him much. But I have to get out. I can't die here. I kicked him again, and he released my leg. The door is just a little further. I can get out, back to my home, to my world.

But my happiness didn't last long. There were two guards there, wearing black sweatpants, with muscular bodies, many tattoos, and a lot of old scars.

A sharp, stinging pain hit my right cheek where the slap landed, and I fell to the ground. "Bitch, what did you think? You could escape from all of us?" He kicked me. "How dare you kick me? I was explaining everything so nicely, and you, you bitch!" He kicked me again. "Now wait, I'll show you." Kick.

He was kicking me nonstop. I felt like my upper ribs were broken, the pain was intense and sharp in my abdomen. I was slipping back into darkness; his voice was fading away. I think I'm going to die.

"Stop! What are you doing? She will die. This golden goose will get us a lot of money, stop!" That was the last thing I heard before everything went dark.

Zayn martino { 29 year old }

a dimly lit room, the stale scent of blood hung heavy in the air A man has tied with the chair, his upper body is bare, with no clothes on his upper body, and blood is oozing out from his body, with numerous stab wounds visible. The blood is flowing slowly, and the man is in immense pain, groaning and moaning, with faint sounds of his suffering echoing out."

a striking figure with a handsome face and piercing green eyes, stood before him, cold and methodical. Around them, a table cluttered with an array of menacing many tools waited silently, for touture

ple. pl please

"Do you know whom you have betrayed?" the voice is sharp with fading away the atmosphere filled with intense fear

"I'm sorry, please, please let me go," he pleaded through the pain. i will tell you everything about them please

a rapid, sinister laugh, he said, "Let you go, "Because of you, I couldn't save seven girls who are missing. They must be satisfying the hunger of those hungry rascals. Those little girls, and you, for a few bucks, delivered our information to them. I couldn't save them in time." and you want to go

"Please let me go, I'll tell you everything. every detail You can take the money back, I don't want it. Please let me go, " man is pleaded desperately.

"Zayn„ zayn Martino never forgives traitors, never. You'll suffer like this, gasping for breath. He announced ! No one is going to touch him. Let him wait for his dear death. Make sure he dies a very bad death.

Surrounding them were five or six guards, their expressions neutral yet bearing a hint of prideful satisfaction