Author’s POV Silvia tugged at the rubber band holding her long red hair in a ponytail, allowing the crimson locks to fall down her back. Strolling into the security room, she felt a bit lightheaded—the aftereffects of the drugs that had taken over her body during Ximena's attack. She had tried in vain to protect Rosita, fighting to keep the young woman safe. But Ximena's forces had overpowered her, flooding her system with the debilitating drugs. Now, she was determined to find out what had happened to Deangelo. But Hugo had been vague, simply stating that his mother had taken their boss and that Silvia had nothing to worry about—he'd be back in a few days. The moment her eyes landed on Miguel's lifeless body, slumped over his desk, she let out a high-pitched scream. The head of security, one of her closest friends in this place, was dead, his clothes soaked in dried blood. Miguel’s head had been smashed open like a coconut, and his pink brain was on full display. His right ch
Rosita’s POV I fought back the stinging tears as I looked across at Dolores, seated on the small couch before me. Her green eyes were brimming with unshed tears, her expression one of intense sorrow. Grasping my hands, Dolores spoke of trying to find me for months since my disappearance. But she abruptly cut herself off, refusing to complete the speech. I frowned, curious as to what she was hiding. "What about my father?" I pressed, unable to stop myself. "Have you seen him? How is he doing? Is he eating properly?" Dolores shook her head, wiping at her eyes. "He…he is fine. He is living well, although his only daughter has been missing for months. I promise you, whatever he is going through isn’t as bad as what I’m going through. I’m not just being called a whore…" Her voice broke into a sob. "I’m actually one, Rosie." A salty trickle snaked its way down my spine and shocked me into a frozen stupor. I gasped, stunned. My pure, hardworking best friend, a whore? It was so unli
Rosita’s POV After a series of countless hits, he stopped. He had enough. "Look at the view. It's a beautiful view, isn’t it? People are living their lives; you can see them, but they can’t see you. Don’t think I am abusing you just because I whipped you, it was simply a punishment to remind you who is boss. You are my breeder, and you belong to only me," he said and threw the belt away. Romano stood in front of me, and an unreadable expression appeared on his face. "Your back is bleeding. It looks so... sexy," he commented and took his phone out. He took a picture of my back, making me flinch. He put his phone back into his pocket and then untied the ribbon from my mouth. I spat out the saliva that was left. I was exhausted. The pain was taking over my body, making me a little dizzy. "Now, we can have some fun," he remarked and got onto the couch. I let out a loud scream as he ripped the tight shirt dress off my back and poured alcohol on my bare back. It hurt, but I didn
Rosita’s POV My stomach clenched as Fernando's hands began roaming her naked skin, his lips finding her neck and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. He was touching her in ways she'd never been touched, and it made me sick. Fernando was clearly enjoying himself, but Dolores seemed frozen, her green eyes wide with shock and fear. "This is what your friend is," Romano whispered in my ear. "A fucking whore, a cum bucket." His soft, intimate murmur ghosted down my spine. I didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was right before my eyes. My best friend was a sex slave. She was nothing more than a toy for these men to play with. A loud gasp left my lips as Fernando slapped Dolores across the ass, his hand leaving red marks on her buttocks. "Stop pretending like you don’t like it just because your friend is watching," he commented, slapping her across the ass again, but she pursed her lips, refusing to moan. "I haven’t forgotten how you begged me to fuck you the last time I paid
Author’s POV Ximena examined her beautiful face in the small hand mirror, carefully patting the foundation on her delicate cheeks. She had done it. Deangelo was out of the way, and she enjoyed the thought of revealing the news to his father on his birthday. Today was a day of reckoning, a day she had planned carefully, with the final touches set to bring her one step closer to power. A small smile touched her lips, she shoved the mirror back into her handbag and took out a small glass bottle filled with poison. The hope of finally rising to rule Mexico excited her; in a matter of hours, everything would change. A knock on the window of the car she was in nudged her back to reality. Looking out, she saw a line of noble royal guards waiting to welcome her into the grand mansion that covered half the estate. The sounds of classical music came from inside as a guard opened her door for her. Stepping out, she carefully adjusted her long, elegant green dress and enjoyed the attentio
Rosita’s POV I could hear Dolores sobbing, her voice pleading with Fernando. But I knew it was no use. He wasn't going to stop. A loud crash filled the air as Romano knocked Fernando down with a bottle to the head. Fernando's grip on me loosened, and I sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air. Blood dripped down from Fernando's head as he lay unconscious on the floor. Dolores rushed to me, holding me in her arms as I tried to regain my composure. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I-I think so," I replied, still trying to catch my breath. "Take this for transport fare, I am leaving with my angel now," Romano declared, handing a few bills to Dolores. She quickly put the cash into her dress, and then we rushed out of the room, with Romano's grip firm around my wrist. We made our way out of the busy club and into the cold night air, the sounds of sirens in the distance. As we stepped outside, the reality of what had just happened hit me. I had killed a man. I had
Rosita’s POV As I sat in front of my bedroom mirror, brushing out the long, pitch-black strands of my hair, a soft melody spilled from my lips—a song I had composed myself, a celebration of the freedom I was about to recover. In just a few short minutes, I would turn 24 years old, the age my father had promised to allow me to step outside the boundaries of this golden cage I had called home for the past decade. After the incident that had occurred when I was just 12, he had kept me locked away, homeschooling me and even arranging for my college education to be completed online. But now, the day of my freedom had arrived. I could hear the excited activity of the servants downstairs, preparing the mansion for my birthday party. My father always permitted me to step out of my room whenever he was present, though I knew his overprotective nature came from a place of genuine concern. Still, I couldn't help but feel trapped, longing for the opportunity to experience the world beyond th
Rosita’s POV A sharp, shooting pain jolted me awake, and I cried out, sitting up abruptly. A woman was kneeling beside the bed, her rough-skinned hands tending to the angry red burns on the soles of my feet. Instinctively, I tried to pull away, but she shoved my leg back down, glaring at me. "Behave yourself, Perra," she snapped. "My name is Silvia, it's not like I'm some kind of nurse. But my boss insisted I take care of you, so don’t make me do something I would regret." She stuffed a small towel into my mouth, muffling my tortured screams as she applied a pungent ointment to the blistered skin. As I chewed on the fabric, I took the opportunity to study her. Her long, red hair was marked with premature strands of white, and her eyes were covered in heavy black makeup, lending her a decidedly witchlike appearance. A small ring decorated her nose, and multiple earrings lined the shell of each ear. Dressed in a leather crop top and jeans, she had a large, ghostly tattoo on her rig
Rosita’s POV I could hear Dolores sobbing, her voice pleading with Fernando. But I knew it was no use. He wasn't going to stop. A loud crash filled the air as Romano knocked Fernando down with a bottle to the head. Fernando's grip on me loosened, and I sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air. Blood dripped down from Fernando's head as he lay unconscious on the floor. Dolores rushed to me, holding me in her arms as I tried to regain my composure. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I-I think so," I replied, still trying to catch my breath. "Take this for transport fare, I am leaving with my angel now," Romano declared, handing a few bills to Dolores. She quickly put the cash into her dress, and then we rushed out of the room, with Romano's grip firm around my wrist. We made our way out of the busy club and into the cold night air, the sounds of sirens in the distance. As we stepped outside, the reality of what had just happened hit me. I had killed a man. I had
Author’s POV Ximena examined her beautiful face in the small hand mirror, carefully patting the foundation on her delicate cheeks. She had done it. Deangelo was out of the way, and she enjoyed the thought of revealing the news to his father on his birthday. Today was a day of reckoning, a day she had planned carefully, with the final touches set to bring her one step closer to power. A small smile touched her lips, she shoved the mirror back into her handbag and took out a small glass bottle filled with poison. The hope of finally rising to rule Mexico excited her; in a matter of hours, everything would change. A knock on the window of the car she was in nudged her back to reality. Looking out, she saw a line of noble royal guards waiting to welcome her into the grand mansion that covered half the estate. The sounds of classical music came from inside as a guard opened her door for her. Stepping out, she carefully adjusted her long, elegant green dress and enjoyed the attentio
Rosita’s POV My stomach clenched as Fernando's hands began roaming her naked skin, his lips finding her neck and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. He was touching her in ways she'd never been touched, and it made me sick. Fernando was clearly enjoying himself, but Dolores seemed frozen, her green eyes wide with shock and fear. "This is what your friend is," Romano whispered in my ear. "A fucking whore, a cum bucket." His soft, intimate murmur ghosted down my spine. I didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was right before my eyes. My best friend was a sex slave. She was nothing more than a toy for these men to play with. A loud gasp left my lips as Fernando slapped Dolores across the ass, his hand leaving red marks on her buttocks. "Stop pretending like you don’t like it just because your friend is watching," he commented, slapping her across the ass again, but she pursed her lips, refusing to moan. "I haven’t forgotten how you begged me to fuck you the last time I paid
Rosita’s POV After a series of countless hits, he stopped. He had enough. "Look at the view. It's a beautiful view, isn’t it? People are living their lives; you can see them, but they can’t see you. Don’t think I am abusing you just because I whipped you, it was simply a punishment to remind you who is boss. You are my breeder, and you belong to only me," he said and threw the belt away. Romano stood in front of me, and an unreadable expression appeared on his face. "Your back is bleeding. It looks so... sexy," he commented and took his phone out. He took a picture of my back, making me flinch. He put his phone back into his pocket and then untied the ribbon from my mouth. I spat out the saliva that was left. I was exhausted. The pain was taking over my body, making me a little dizzy. "Now, we can have some fun," he remarked and got onto the couch. I let out a loud scream as he ripped the tight shirt dress off my back and poured alcohol on my bare back. It hurt, but I didn
Rosita’s POV I fought back the stinging tears as I looked across at Dolores, seated on the small couch before me. Her green eyes were brimming with unshed tears, her expression one of intense sorrow. Grasping my hands, Dolores spoke of trying to find me for months since my disappearance. But she abruptly cut herself off, refusing to complete the speech. I frowned, curious as to what she was hiding. "What about my father?" I pressed, unable to stop myself. "Have you seen him? How is he doing? Is he eating properly?" Dolores shook her head, wiping at her eyes. "He…he is fine. He is living well, although his only daughter has been missing for months. I promise you, whatever he is going through isn’t as bad as what I’m going through. I’m not just being called a whore…" Her voice broke into a sob. "I’m actually one, Rosie." A salty trickle snaked its way down my spine and shocked me into a frozen stupor. I gasped, stunned. My pure, hardworking best friend, a whore? It was so unli
Author’s POV Silvia tugged at the rubber band holding her long red hair in a ponytail, allowing the crimson locks to fall down her back. Strolling into the security room, she felt a bit lightheaded—the aftereffects of the drugs that had taken over her body during Ximena's attack. She had tried in vain to protect Rosita, fighting to keep the young woman safe. But Ximena's forces had overpowered her, flooding her system with the debilitating drugs. Now, she was determined to find out what had happened to Deangelo. But Hugo had been vague, simply stating that his mother had taken their boss and that Silvia had nothing to worry about—he'd be back in a few days. The moment her eyes landed on Miguel's lifeless body, slumped over his desk, she let out a high-pitched scream. The head of security, one of her closest friends in this place, was dead, his clothes soaked in dried blood. Miguel’s head had been smashed open like a coconut, and his pink brain was on full display. His right ch
Rosita’s POVI stared in silent horror as Romano sat beside me in the backseat, his strong arm draped possessively around my shoulder. A phone was pressed to his ear, and he puffed away on a massive weed stick, allowing the thick, hot smoke to drift through the enclosed car.The acrid smoke stung my eyes and made it hard to breathe. Coughing, I covered my nose, but Romano seemed unbothered, focused on his conversation."I’m on my way to have some fun with my lady," he growled into the phone. "Don't mess things up while I'm gone. If anyone comes looking for me, especially Scorpion, you know what to do."Unable to stand the suffocating atmosphere any longer, I acted out, knocking the weed from his fingers. It clattered to the floor as his violet eyes narrowed on me."What the hell is your problem, little angel?" he demanded, his lips puckered with annoyance. "Are you ready to talk to me now?"My mouth fell open when a ball of emotion curled up in my throat and refused to budge. Ignoring
Deangelo’s POV EIGHT HOURS EARLIER… My eyes snapped open, and I found myself staring up at a grayish, unusual ceiling. As memories of what had happened flooded my mind, a sharp pain pierced my head. My beautiful peasant—I had seen her being manhandled by one of my stepmother’s henchmen. My heart ached at the thought that something terrible might have happened to her. Sitting up, I took in my surroundings. I was in some kind of wet, smelly dungeon—even worse than the one I'd imprisoned Silvia and the beauty in before. There were no windows, and the heavy iron door had no visible means of looking out. Dragging myself to the door, I ran my fingers over the rough surface, my mind racing with a million thoughts. Had Ximena abducted me because I'd refused to go with her? Was she taking me to see my isolated father? Shoving my hand into my pocket, I felt a panic slam into my chest at the realization that my phone and lighter were no longer with me. I was completely disconnected fro
Rosita’s POV The loud blasting of classical music jolted me awake, the loudness of sound assaulting my ears. As I sat up, blinking in the bright light, I took in my surroundings. I was on a small bed in what appeared to be a massive warehouse. Dozens of other women, around my age or older, were stirring on similar beds, murmuring to one another in confusion. "Where are we?" the woman next to me whispered. I shook my head, clutching it as a sharp pain throbbed. "I... I have no idea. I'm just as lost as you." I answered. Racking my brain, I tried to recall the events of the previous night. The memory of the big mafia man picking me up came rushing back, and my heart clenched. This was not the freedom I had hoped for, what the hell was going on? Perhaps I had trusted Hugo a little too much. Abruptly, a group of thugs marched through multiple doors lining the warehouse walls, some carrying large guns, others carrying a basket of tools. One brave woman approached them, demanding