With a twirl couped with the shake of her bum in the tight short dress she wore, Eleanorah made her last steps to the song that was being played. The large dimly lit hall was filled with murmur. Men of various ages and statuses crowded the space, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and greed. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and the faint aroma of spilled liquor. Then in an instant, the hall erupted into an applause, much to Eleanorah's surprise. She knew she had danced with all of her might but she didn't expect that it would elicit such a wave of reaction from the men who filled the spaces of the hall watching her. A murmur ran through the crowd, and then a voice called out from the back. "One hundred ducats!" "Two Hundred!!!" Another voice came, challenging the first voice that had bidded a price on her before. Eleanorah's eyes widened in horror as she heard this. She had no idea what was happening, but the reality of it was dawning on he
The lights suddenly went off and Eleanorah for scared.It was obvious most of the men in the hall had desired her, evident in the way they had begun bidding for her even though no one announced that she was to be auctioned. And the fact that most of the men in the hall were all underworld bosses, the fear for her life gradually and slowly began to creep within her.She began to hear noises. They were feminine, probably from the strippers that has been dancing their hearts off before, sucking on at the cap of men in the hall, giving them a blowjob even in the presence of others.If they were screaming and running even though they were used to the clubhouse unlike she who were a novice, what could she do if she were to be in danger.She wanted to join in the run but felt her feet stagnant on the spot she stood. Was it because she had danced earlier or was it because of the pains she was feeling from the heel she was wearing. Whatever it was, she couldn't concentrate and think and what w
Vincenzo no matter how hard he tried couldn't take his eyes off her face.Apart from the beauty that radiated from it as he faced her watching, he couldn't bring himself to take off his eyes.There was something about her eyes that seemed so familiar to him, there was something in them, something that called out to him, something that he couldn't let go.He didn't mind her staring at his face too as he stared into hers. His Dave that had been his weakness. His face that he had hated because of the scar on it and the memories the scar always brought to him.She stared on, at his face and his eyes, both staring deeply into each other's.Was she judging him, calling him ugly in her head, was she laughing in her heart about his scar and the fact that it made him look ugly.No matter how he had watched her reaction, he couldn't get an explanation as to what was going on in her head at that instant. He didn't mind but he wanted to know what it was."You look very very handsome" Eleanorah mo
"Run Vin, run!! Do not allow your father see you, run and hide!" She screamed as she took her first son, heading out of the door to return, rushing to return him to the dark room she had brought him out of, against her husband's orders.Vincent did not know what to do, his legs were shaky as he stood watching his mother run away with Martin his elder brother, rushing to return him to the dark room before his father, whose car engine sounds could be heard, would return to the fortress.Vin's brother, Martin was the heir. His father always drummed it into his mom's ears but she never wanted to hear of it.She never wanted to watch her son go through a tumultuous childhood all in the name of raising him to become a ruthless Mafia, but she could do nothing no matter what brutal training he was subjected to. sometimes when her husband was out of town, she occasionally brought him out of the dark room and made him interact with his brother, while also feeding him from dishes she made, sinc
Eleanorah Cortessi's heart raced with anxiety as she sat by her younger sister's bedside in the small town clinic. Her sister's condition was deteriorating rapidly, requiring expensive medical treatments and the doctors had made it clear that without immediate treatment, she was at the risk of giving up the ghost. Sad thing was that they refused to commence treatments on her if an installment was not paid. She might not survive the night, she knew and in the desperation of the moment, Eleanorah's father had left with the promise of returning with the money needed for the treatments, but hours had passed, and there was no sign of him.Eleanorah got apprehensive. Her father was not one to waste hours going to borrow money from his "friends and co-workers" like he had told her before he left.It was almost midnight, it didn't feel right. He couldn't leave them for hours in the hospital when his daughter's health was in the hands of fate. She stood up and meant to walk out of the clinic
The car turned onto the winding road leading to Vincenzo's fortress, she couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and nervousness. This was her first time visiting a big city like Italy, and to top it off, she was about to step into a grand mansion that seemed to emerge straight from a fairy tale,a contrast to the life of poverty she was born and raised in.She couldn't contain her awe as she approached his fortress. The grandeur of the mansion, resembling a castle, left her speechless. She made sure to hide her astonishment, not wanting to appear too overwhelmed in front of his men. As Eleanorah stepped out of the car and into the fortress, trailing his and his men's footsteps, she couldn't help but feel a wave of apprehension.The beauty of her surroundings contrasted sharply with the heaviness in her heart. She was now a married woman in name only, but bound a captive to a man whose reputation preceded him.The feeling of being trapped in a world she didn't belong to, surrounded by pe
As Dmitri settled Eleanorah into the bed of her room, her mind buzzed with a mixture of fear, confusion, and a growing sense of defiance.Confused because of how the room Dmitri had taken her to was designed to shit a woman's preferences, though not hers.The windows were covered with curtains that had flowery embroidery on them.Flowers were also brought in, and kept on some parts of the side tables that stayed at strategic places of the room, unlike the other parts of the house that were covered with dark designs that gave out a cold aura. Did he have his servants design the room for her coming even though she was just his captive or was there something else the room was meant for she questioned herself.Her gaze shifted to Dmitri who had walked up to the door and stood at it's entrance, not leaving nor coming aby closer to her. She felt a need to assert herself, to carve out even a small semblance of control in the situation."Thank you" she murmured to him, her voice wavering y
Eleanorah's heart raced as the door swung open to reveal the contents of the room and it sent a shiver down her spine.It was a collection of different whips, chains, and other implements used in forced coitus.They were neatly arranged in the room that was large and could fall as a supermarket.They filled the room.Did he engage in illegal sexual trade too, she wondered. Her mind flashed to the novels she had read, fantasies spun from imagination, now starkly real before her eyes.Vincenzo's smirk twisted with dark amusement as he led her into the room, his grip firm on her arm. "Impressive, isn't it?" he purred, gesturing to the array of tools that spoke of dark desires and control.It filled the room like a supermarket and this left Eleanorah thinking that he also indulged in illegal sexual trading, not just the drugs he was known for pushing. Eleanorah's voice trembled as she questioned him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "What is this? Why did you bring me here?"Vin