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Cruel Mafia's Slave Chapter 17
I gasped in pain as I tried to rise from the bed, my legs throbbing with such intensity that the mere thought of walking seemed impossible. He had been far too rough last night. There was no mistaking it—gentleness wasn't a part of him, at least not with me. After a few agonizing attempts, I managed to sit up, just as the door creaked open. A maid entered, balancing a tray of coffee in her hands.Without meeting her gaze, I bowed my head as she set the tray on a table at the far end of the room."Good morning," she greeted politely, but I remained silent. "Master wants you to prepare his breakfast."A bitter smile tugged at my lips at the mention of him. Slowly, I stood, grabbing my dress—though it was torn beyond repair. There was no way I could wear it."I’ll wash myself first, and then you can take me to the kitchen so I can start," I said, cutting her off mid-sentence. She nodded, offering no further words of comfort. They wouldn’t help anyway; I had long since accepted my fate.I
Last Updated : 2024-10-03Cruel Mafia's Slave Chapter 18
As I finished, two figures appeared at the door, their faces twisted with something that made my stomach churn—hatred.I clenched my fists as the two girls stepped into the room, their sneers doing nothing to quell the fury boiling inside me.I wasn’t here to cower. I wasn’t about to let them walk all over me just because they'd been here longer. Their hatred rolled off them like poison, but I was no stranger to bitterness."Couldn't even make breakfast right, huh?" she muttered, crossing her arms. Her voice dripped with contempt.The second slave, a smaller woman with a pale face and icy blue eyes, stepped forward, nudging a broken piece of plate with her foot. "You think you’re special just because Master decided to drag you in here?" Her voice was soft, but the malice in her tone cut deeper than any loud insult could.I stayed silent, my head bowed, hoping to avoid whatever storm was brewing between them. They didn’t owe me anything—least of all kindness."Pathetic," the taller wom
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Each step I took was calculated, my eyes scanning for hidden doors or unguarded exits. The heavy iron gates outside might as well have been a mountain, and I knew Aris had men watching every inch of this place. But I was determined to find a way.I kept to the shadows, slipping past rooms that held no interest to me. My heart pounded as I passed the kitchen, glancing quickly to see the other slaves working in silence, their faces pale and devoid of hope. They didn’t look at me, but I knew they felt the same oppressive weight I did.The difference was, I wasn’t like them.I wouldn’t break.As I neared the far side of the mansion, a door caught my attention, slightly ajar. Beyond it was a small courtyard surrounded by tall walls. Freedom? Maybe.My pulse quickened, and I edged closer, glancing over my shoulder to ensure no one was watching. The faintest hint of fresh air drifted through the crack. I reached out to open the door when a sharp voice pierced through the silence.“Where do y
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The heavy door slammed shut, the echo ringing in my ears long after Aris had disappeared. My chest heaved as I fought to regain control, the bitter taste of his last words still lingering on my tongue. His question—are you a virgin?—hung in the air like a cruel joke. The audacity, the arrogance, it only fueled the fire burning deep inside me.I paced the room again, the walls feeling even closer now, suffocating in their coldness. He was testing me, pushing my limits. But he didn’t know me. He didn’t understand that every insult, and every bruise he left behind only strengthened my resolve. He thought he could cage me, and control me like the others, but I would not be broken. Not by him.I glanced toward the door, my mind already calculating my next move. Escape wasn’t just a fantasy—it was a necessity. The way he looked at me today, that twisted hunger in his eyes, told me I didn’t have much time. I needed to find a way out before things got worse before he did something even more u
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“Obey me.”“And what if I refuse?” I challenged my voice barely above a whisper.His smile faltered, replaced by a flash of anger.“Then I will torture you to death,” he said simply as if it were inevitable. “But first, there’s something I need to know. May be It will help.”He stepped back, his eyes narrowing as he studied me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Then, with a chilling calm, he asked the question I’d dreaded.“Are you a virgin? Tell me Robin even touched you?” The question hung in the air, thick with implication. My stomach twisted, a wave of nausea rising in my throat. I stared at him, disgust and fury boiling beneath the surface.“What does it matter?” I snapped, my voice laced with defiance. “I’m not one of your toys. You don’t own me.”His hand shot out, gripping my wrist in an iron grip, yanking me toward him. His face was inches from mine now, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. “Everything about you matters to me,” he growled. “Your body, your min
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I approached Robin’s mansion, a flicker of hope igniting within me. Maybe he’d regret after that, maybe it was just a mistake and I could forgive him. I love him and want to make things right. With each step, I imagined his smile, and the warmth of his embrace. But as I reached the grand entrance, the door stood wide open, an unsettling invitation.“Robin?” I called softly as I stepped inside, my voice echoing through the empty halls.Silence hung in the air, thick and oppressive. I ventured deeper, a knot forming in my stomach. “Robin?” I tried again, but the only response was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.Then I heard it—a laughter that sent chills down my spine. It drifted from upstairs, sultry and mocking. I hesitated, dread pooling in my chest, but curiosity drew me closer.I climbed the staircase, each step heavier than the last. The laughter morphed into whispers, and I pressed myself against the wall outside a door, straining to hear.“...she was just a pawn,” Rob
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Warning !!!Mature content (18+)The story contains scenes of abuse, B***M, s*x and extreme bullying. -“I said to you but you didn’t listen to me. She was not a good girl. Look what she did to you.” Eric, his friend, said to him, who was sitting with a stony expression.He had just been released from the imprisonment of the Mafia after four months, in which the biggest hand was that of his friend. These four months were like a nightmare in which he suffered a lot of torture, humiliation and pain and the cause was the only one that was the most important in his life. He left everything for her but she betrayed him.Why? What he did badly to her? Why did she do it? These were the words that he had thought four thousand times in four months, but the answer was nowhere to be found.“I'm ready to work for the mafia.” He said, his voice was very harsh. Eric looked at him in shock. His eyes were dangerous.“But didn’t you hate the Mafia and all that??” Eric asked, looking at his bruised fa
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~After five yearsI walked into a dark room. As I sat on the chair in front of a chained man, my guards surrounded me. A guard filled a glass of beer and placed it on the table. I held the glass in my hand and drank from it. I locked my gaze on the chained man ‘Mr. Robinson’.Until yesterday, he was my manager. He was being punished for his actions because he had deceived us by providing sensitive information to my enemy. I despise people who stab me in the back.I despise liars the most; I can put up with almost anything except lying."Lord!! You can torture me all you want, but I will not reveal who did it. I will not reveal the individual's name. You are free to do whatever you want. "I'm not scared of you," he said bravely."What a moron you are!" I said with a smile, looking into his eyes with a fake smile but an angry heart inside."I admire your bravery because you know who I am and what I can do, but you still want to be stubborn." In a cold tone, I said."I know who you are,
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I approached Robin’s mansion, a flicker of hope igniting within me. Maybe he’d regret after that, maybe it was just a mistake and I could forgive him. I love him and want to make things right. With each step, I imagined his smile, and the warmth of his embrace. But as I reached the grand entrance, the door stood wide open, an unsettling invitation.“Robin?” I called softly as I stepped inside, my voice echoing through the empty halls.Silence hung in the air, thick and oppressive. I ventured deeper, a knot forming in my stomach. “Robin?” I tried again, but the only response was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.Then I heard it—a laughter that sent chills down my spine. It drifted from upstairs, sultry and mocking. I hesitated, dread pooling in my chest, but curiosity drew me closer.I climbed the staircase, each step heavier than the last. The laughter morphed into whispers, and I pressed myself against the wall outside a door, straining to hear.“...she was just a pawn,” Rob
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“Obey me.”“And what if I refuse?” I challenged my voice barely above a whisper.His smile faltered, replaced by a flash of anger.“Then I will torture you to death,” he said simply as if it were inevitable. “But first, there’s something I need to know. May be It will help.”He stepped back, his eyes narrowing as he studied me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Then, with a chilling calm, he asked the question I’d dreaded.“Are you a virgin? Tell me Robin even touched you?” The question hung in the air, thick with implication. My stomach twisted, a wave of nausea rising in my throat. I stared at him, disgust and fury boiling beneath the surface.“What does it matter?” I snapped, my voice laced with defiance. “I’m not one of your toys. You don’t own me.”His hand shot out, gripping my wrist in an iron grip, yanking me toward him. His face was inches from mine now, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. “Everything about you matters to me,” he growled. “Your body, your min
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The heavy door slammed shut, the echo ringing in my ears long after Aris had disappeared. My chest heaved as I fought to regain control, the bitter taste of his last words still lingering on my tongue. His question—are you a virgin?—hung in the air like a cruel joke. The audacity, the arrogance, it only fueled the fire burning deep inside me.I paced the room again, the walls feeling even closer now, suffocating in their coldness. He was testing me, pushing my limits. But he didn’t know me. He didn’t understand that every insult, and every bruise he left behind only strengthened my resolve. He thought he could cage me, and control me like the others, but I would not be broken. Not by him.I glanced toward the door, my mind already calculating my next move. Escape wasn’t just a fantasy—it was a necessity. The way he looked at me today, that twisted hunger in his eyes, told me I didn’t have much time. I needed to find a way out before things got worse before he did something even more u
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Each step I took was calculated, my eyes scanning for hidden doors or unguarded exits. The heavy iron gates outside might as well have been a mountain, and I knew Aris had men watching every inch of this place. But I was determined to find a way.I kept to the shadows, slipping past rooms that held no interest to me. My heart pounded as I passed the kitchen, glancing quickly to see the other slaves working in silence, their faces pale and devoid of hope. They didn’t look at me, but I knew they felt the same oppressive weight I did.The difference was, I wasn’t like them.I wouldn’t break.As I neared the far side of the mansion, a door caught my attention, slightly ajar. Beyond it was a small courtyard surrounded by tall walls. Freedom? Maybe.My pulse quickened, and I edged closer, glancing over my shoulder to ensure no one was watching. The faintest hint of fresh air drifted through the crack. I reached out to open the door when a sharp voice pierced through the silence.“Where do y
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As I finished, two figures appeared at the door, their faces twisted with something that made my stomach churn—hatred.I clenched my fists as the two girls stepped into the room, their sneers doing nothing to quell the fury boiling inside me.I wasn’t here to cower. I wasn’t about to let them walk all over me just because they'd been here longer. Their hatred rolled off them like poison, but I was no stranger to bitterness."Couldn't even make breakfast right, huh?" she muttered, crossing her arms. Her voice dripped with contempt.The second slave, a smaller woman with a pale face and icy blue eyes, stepped forward, nudging a broken piece of plate with her foot. "You think you’re special just because Master decided to drag you in here?" Her voice was soft, but the malice in her tone cut deeper than any loud insult could.I stayed silent, my head bowed, hoping to avoid whatever storm was brewing between them. They didn’t owe me anything—least of all kindness."Pathetic," the taller wom
Cruel Mafia's Slave Chapter 17
I gasped in pain as I tried to rise from the bed, my legs throbbing with such intensity that the mere thought of walking seemed impossible. He had been far too rough last night. There was no mistaking it—gentleness wasn't a part of him, at least not with me. After a few agonizing attempts, I managed to sit up, just as the door creaked open. A maid entered, balancing a tray of coffee in her hands.Without meeting her gaze, I bowed my head as she set the tray on a table at the far end of the room."Good morning," she greeted politely, but I remained silent. "Master wants you to prepare his breakfast."A bitter smile tugged at my lips at the mention of him. Slowly, I stood, grabbing my dress—though it was torn beyond repair. There was no way I could wear it."I’ll wash myself first, and then you can take me to the kitchen so I can start," I said, cutting her off mid-sentence. She nodded, offering no further words of comfort. They wouldn’t help anyway; I had long since accepted my fate.I
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"That's just the beginning," he growled, the cold metal of the whip clicking against the stone floor as he raised it once more. "You'll learn to crave this pain, to beg for more. And when you do, I'll give it to you. I'll give you every ounce of pleasure and pain that you can handle. And then, my little slave, I'll give you more."His words sent shivers down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal, knowing that I was at the mercy of his every whim.I had no choice but to submit to his every demand, to endure the pain and pleasure he would inflict upon me.Suddenly he stopped. I sighed heavily, looking at his back.A moment passed. My face was still wet by my tears.I tried to resist but couldn’t. The dead boy of that girl was still fresh in my mind."Ready your mind, slave," he husked, his voice low and threatening. I looked at him.His footsteps creaked across the stone floor as he approached me once more.
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The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor."You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.“Ahh.” Another lash, this one catching me across the shoulder blades. I jerked against the ropes binding my wrists, but they held fast. The pain was unbearable. Tears started streaming down my face but I was still in shock, unable to speak. How can he kill that girl so easily? She died because of me. I was responsible for her death."I'll teach you the price of disobedience," He growled at my silence.The whipping continued, each stroke laying fire across my back. I lost count after twenty. Sweat and blood mingled, dripping down my sides. Still I refused to make a sound, denied
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"There's a delivery coming tonight—fresh produce for the kitchens. I've arranged for you to be hidden in one of the crates. It's risky, but it's your best chance to get out of here." Her voice was a lifeline, pulling me from the depths of my fear. I clung to her words, forcing myself to believe that this was real, that I might actually escape the nightmare that had become my life.We moved swiftly, our footsteps muffled by the thick dust covering the stone floors. The woman guided me through a maze of passages, each one more foreboding than the last. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound of it echoing in my ears. Every shadow seemed to harbor a threat, every flicker of the torchlight a warning. What If he found me? What will he do to me? He would take off my skin, I was sure.Finally, we reached the kitchens. The large, open space was eerily quiet, the usual bustle of activity stilled by the late hour. Crates were stacked haphazardly along the walls, filled with fruits and vegetabl
