The devil's prize

“You're going to live with him from now on.” 

Ariel stared at her parents in confusion, wondering what they were talking about. She was busy in her room when they called her and handed her a photo of a man to look at. He didn't look like any ordinary man she knew of. Even through the picture, his demeanor could be felt and it was obvious that he was a very powerful man.

He had a scar running from his left cheekbone to the space right beside his eye. His pursed lips were pink and attractive, like red wine, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be staring into the soul of anyone who dared to look into them. His long hair cascaded down his face, wet and in messy strands. 

“Live with him? Am I going to be his maid? But mom,” Ariel walked over to her mother, her black hair bouncing as she walked. “I told you that I was going to get a job. I don't need to work as a maid, especially not for that man. He looks like the devil.” She scoffed. 

Mrs Smith looked away immediately, avoiding her daughter's gaze and seemingly hiding a secret that left her broken inside. Ariel's brows raised in suspicion, and she glared at her father.

“Dad, what's going on?” 

“Dear, you won't be working as a maid,” he paused, his chest heavy from the guilt of what he was about to say. “You'll.. you'll be living with him as his mistress.” 

Ariel's eyes widened, her heart slowing down a little bit, and then.. she burst out laughing. “This is a joke, right? You two are pranking me. But come on guys, April fool's day isn't until next week.” She ruffled her hair, still chuckling. Her deep brown eyes scanned her parents, trying to confirm that it really was a joke.

“Ariel! This is not a joke!” Mr Smith's forehead furrowed, a single tear dropping from his eye. He sat down, his hands cupping his head. His wife could no longer hold her tears, they came flowing down her cheeks, and that was when Ariel discovered that it was not a joke. Her parents were really serious, she was going to become a mistress!

“You two cannot be serious right now? What do you mean that I'm going to become a mistress? Are you seriously selling me off!? What for!?” She screamed, feeling like her heart had been pierced several times without mercy. Her tears drenched her dress as she tried to make sense of what was going on.

“Ariel, we haven't been completely honest with you about your brother..” Mr Smith uttered and Ariel's eyes lit up, the shock hitting her right where it hurt.

“M.. my brother? What happened to him?”

“Your brother is not dead, we lied to you. We got entangled with the wrong people and they have had your brother in their custody for the past thirteen years. Ariel, the only way to get your brother back in one piece is if you become the devil's mistress.” 

…

As she sat on the cold concrete floor, concealed by the darkness around her, Ariel recalled her father's words. She felt nothing but hatred for her parents, resentment and hate. They sacrificed her for her brother's life. She had never felt so alone, so shattered.

Her innocence was snatched from her, her freedom was torn away, and her dignity was marched upon by the rugged men that forced her out of her home. What was worse? Watching her parents do nothing about it. They were too busy hugging their favorite child, leaving her at the mercy of the devil. 

She was forced into the small room that she was sitting in at that moment, her hands chained to the floor and her legs bound by cuffs. Tears trickled down her face, her silent sobs being the only sound in the room.

All of a sudden, she heard the jiggling of keys outside the room, and she started to panic, knowing that her dark fate awaited her. The door pushed open, a little bit of light sipping into the dark room. The musky smell of old, sweaty socks and decaying matter filled her nostrils, making her gag. She whimpered when the huge man touched her.

“You're so weak, you won't even last a day.” He chuckled, taking off the chains and cuffs. He pulled her up and forced her outside with him, not minding her fragility or injuries. Before she could get a glimpse of where she was, he placed a blindfold over her eyes, causing her to gasp.

“P.. please don't hurt me.” She muttered but he lifted her and carelessly placed her on his shoulder. Ariel could feel him walking, and her heart was pounding in fear. She prayed to her God, seeking help. 

Soon, he stopped walking and Ariel was dropped on the floor like a bag of sand. She yelled out in pain, screaming as shock spread through her body. The cold, tiled floor made her shiver, and the rosy, earthy scent made her understand that she was in a different place.

“Take off the blindfold.” A penetrating voice came, dripping with authority and gravelly in a way that made Ariel's clit throb. His voice was dead, lacking emotions, but it somehow managed to grab all her senses.

Obediently, she took off the blindfold and her gaze fell on the handsome devil in front of her. He towered above her, while she was curled up on the floor, lost in his eyes. He was exactly the man he saw in the photo, but more intimidating than she thought. 

“Who are you?” She asked in a hushed tone. “What do you want from me? Please spare my life.” She whimpered, lowering her gaze.

“Look at you, trying to be brave.” He lowered his form to meet her gaze, his hand grabbing her jaw and squeezing it harshly. She almost cried.

“I love it when brave girls like you end up crying for mercy.” He chuckled, like the psychopath that he was. He dragged her up and pushed her to his gigantic bed, causing her to scream.

“Whatever my parents did, I shouldn't pay for it.” Ariel sobbed, crawling further into the bed, watching him pull out four different handcuffs from his drawer. 

“Children will pay for the sins of their parents,” he grinned, grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards him. She let out a scream, too weak to fight the huge man. She was overpowered and then cuffed to all four sides of the bed. Despite her pleading and crying, he tore off her clothes, leaving her bare before him.

“Please! Please!” 

“Your family messed with Don Bernardino, and I.. Miguel Bernardino will make sure you suffer for it, all the days of your miserable life!”

What Ariel did not know was that she had been sold off to the most ruthless mafia boss in all of Italy. The man that was called the devil himself, a man that has scraped forgiveness and affection from his dictionary. He was merciless and dangerous, he was Miguel Bernardino.

“Now stay still.” He spat before releasing his member. It sprang to life, ready to devour and taint the innocence of the poor girl in front of him. 

“I beg you, don't do this, please.” Hot tears trickled down Ariel's face, her hands battling with the handcuffs but to no avail. 

Miguel mounted the bed, grabbing her dangling breasts and giving them a slight squeeze. Ariel shut her eyes, her cheeks flushing in disgrace. 

“No, no, no, no.” She continued to chant, sobbing bitterly.

“Fuck..” Miguel let out a grunt, thrusting into her without consideration. He slapped her bouncing breasts and felt so much joy watching her scream in horror. Her screams only fueled him, encouraging him to fuck her faster and rougher. 

Even when blood dripped down her thighs, he didn't stop. His cock slid in and out of her, breaking her spirit, stealing her innocence and stripping her of her dignity. She begged him to stop, but he didn't, he was having way too much fun. 

He finished inside her, a grin playing across his lips as he pulled out and pulled his pants back on. He left her there, bare and dejected. She was barely moving, but he couldn't care less if she lived or died, he would just dispose of her like the rest of his mistresses. 

“Farouk,” he spoke into the phone, facing the window after lighting a cigarette. “Come here and get this bitch out of here.” He ordered before dropping the phone.

“Why?” Ariel's voice was barely audible, as she was yet to recover from the shock. 

“Because you're playing my game now and I am the gamemaster. Your life is in my hands, you are a prize thatI won and mine to do with as I please.” He answered her and let out a chuckle.