I thought Carlo would sell me immediately, kill me, or ‘service me to his men’ like he promised as he beat me to a pulp.
Instead, he locked me in a basement with no lights. I had to endure the cold concrete, the screams of men being tortured, and constant hunger.
No matter how much I screamed and shouted, no one let me out of the cage. The bars were too strong for me to try and break. And even if I could free myself, it was too dark for me to see a thing.
The fear that a snake or rat would come and bite me was constantly haunting me. But it wasn’t greater than the fear of Carlo sending his men to come and rape me.
I became so anxious that I picked up the habit of scratching my left arm to the point that it became raw. I also bit my nails until there was nothing left to bite anymore.
Only when I got tired of screaming for help did Carlo’s men bring me food and water. I regained strength and screamed for help and later received a beating. The cycle continued until I finally learned to keep my mouth shut.
I didn’t know how long I was in that cage but when they finally let me out, the mere contact of light scared me. When someone touched me, I flinched and squirmed. In my mind, I was still in that cage waiting for the worst.
Carlo’s men took me to a woman who cleaned me up. My raven black hair was frizzy and dirty and my body was covered in bruises. My eyes were sunken and the clothes I had on reeked of sweat and dirt.
“She’s disgusting. What did you people do to her?” The woman asked.
“No one is paying you to ask questions, Karina,” one of Carlo’s men asked.
She rushed the men out of the room and started picking out dresses for me to wear. The room looked like a dressing room of sorts. Now that I was clean, all she had to do was get me ready.
“You’re gorgeous. You’re lucky you are a virgin. Not many women make it a year in brothels.”
I ignored her. I’d learned never to trust anyone. That and the fact that she was in cahoots with Carlo.
“What day is it?” I asked.
“It’s the thirteenth of June.”
Carlo had kept me locked up for three months. Funny it felt like a year.
She straightened my hair and applied makeup all over my body to conceal all the scars I had. Some were old from my father’s beatings and others were new from Carlo.
When she was done, she dolled up my face and lined my blue eyes with blue eyeliner. She said it made my eyes pop.
When she was done, she dressed me in black lingerie that had a garter belt and a pantyhose. The underwear was paired with dramatic long heels and a huge fur coat.
“You look like a goddess. The man who will have you will be so lucky.”
Just then, my brother entered the room and smirked like he was pleased with himself.
“Dear sister, you look gorgeous. I knew it was the right choice to sell you. I can only imagine the amount of money you’ll be worth.”
I didn’t say anything. I felt hopeless and broken down. I had no will to live. I just wished he would kill me already and spare me the suffering I knew awaited. I was being sold like a commodity.
“What? You have nothing to say? I thought so.” He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I locked you up in that dark lonely cage to break you and make you compliant. I didn’t know it would be this easy.”
He grabbed my arm so I could stand and inspected me. “Get her in line with the other girls we’re selling. Bring her in last. Very few women are like the Sicilian Principessa.”
I didn’t beg for mercy from Carlo. I thought I should at least leave with my dignity. Besides, even if I did beg him, he would never let me go. He was too loyal to Papa.
I was taken to a room where three other girls stood. They were dressed in matching white lingerie and they didn’t have the luxury of a fur coat like I did. It was obvious I was getting preferential treatment.
That was hardly a good thing. All the girls looked young and very scared. They must have all been there against their will like me.
They were all ushered into another room one after the other and they never came back. We heard them being purchased and carried away screaming by their new owners. They all went in until I was the last one left.
“For the main act…the Princess of the Sicilian Mafia. She’s a virgin too.”
My heart thumped wildly. Everyone knew it was a fetish to fuck a Mafia Princess in the underground. A target had been put on my back. The most dangerous and ruthless men would buy me.
I would suffer for the sins of my family at the hands of an enemy gang. No one knew how much Papa hated his family. An enemy could take me thinking it was revenge against the Rossi family.
For a minute, I considered running away but there were two guards at each exit. I wouldn’t get far.
I was ushered to the other room where a bunch of men with masks on their faces. They all bid from five million dollars. Someone purchased me for ten million dollars. I was handed to my buyer and we went to his car.
Once inside, the man smiled without taking off his mask. “Pakhan will be very happy with me.”
He pushed a needle in my neck and I went to sleep. I didn’t know how long I passed out but when I woke up, I was blindfolded, tied, and gagged in the back of a car. It was freezing cold.
Where was the man taking me?
The car came to a stop a few seconds after I woke up and the door opened. The man pulled me out of the car and dragged me across a concrete floor. I heard him open a door before he pulled me inside.
I felt warmer so I concluded I was in a house.
“I want to see the Pakhan,” the man said. “I have a present for him.”
“Viktor, my fucking goodness. That better not be his fucking present. You know we don’t deal with the sale or exchange of flesh.” Another man said. “You better take her back where you found her before he finds out.”
They spoke Russian but I understood everything. Fuck, I was in freeze-off Motherland–Russia. I had been sold to the Bratva, our sworn enemies. Everyone knew the Pakhan was ruthless.
Very few had seen him but everyone feared him–including Papa. Papa rarely feared anyone but he quaked in fear at the sound of Maxim Novikov’s name. He was rumored to be the most dangerous enforcer and assassin to walk the Earth.
I didn't want to be a slave for such a ruthless man.
“This one is different. Call him over. I know he will want this one. She’s his revenge.”
How could I forget the fact that Papa killed Maxim’s sister?
Did Carlo sell me to the Bratva to make amends with Maxim? If so, I was in for a life of suffering. I was scared for my life. If the Bratva was anything like the Sicilian Mafia, I knew I would wish I were dead. Viktor, the man who bought me, and the other one who he spoke to, started walking while dragging me with them. I wanted to run away but I was in a foreign country and I didn’t want to get beaten. I wouldn’t get far anyway. I was tied up and blindfolded and who knew how many men were in the house? I had to bid my time and wait for the right moment. I was hesitant in my movements but the man who bought me was resilient. “You’re giving me a fucking hard time!” He yelled and slapped me across the face. He pulled my hair and shook me around a little. “Either be compliant or I’ll cut off your legs.”I nodded my head profusely in fear of what he would do. He had a temper. Suddenly, everything and everyone was quiet. There was tension in the air and I could sense the fear radiatin
The moment I saw her, I knew she was innocent—untouched. Her innocence was like a beacon calling out to me, begging me to corrupt her and break her until the only air she wanted to breathe was mine.I didn’t understand it at all.The moment I looked into her eyes, I knew she was mine. She had the palest blue eyes I had ever seen. You could get lost in them. They were laced with innocence, fear, and deep down, a fire so wild I wasn’t sure I could tame.I knew how to read people. It had been my job to learn the inner workings of the human mind to get into my target’s mind. It’s what made me a dangerous man.I worked as an assassin for my old Pakhan until I staged a coup with Mikhail and Nikita and took over as the Pakhan. A lot of men were against the sale of flesh because they had families of their own.They supported me until I took over fully and stopped it completely. I wasn’t stupid; I knew people still practiced it in secret. I was just glad it was a taboo.Viktor knew it was wron
For three days, I remained cuffed to the bed. I waited for the Pakhan to come in and show what kind of a monster he truly was, but he never did.I was in a bedroom that was much bigger than my apartment back in Chicago. It had a king-sized bed, a walk-in closet, a fully equipped bathroom, and a locked balcony.It was the best place I had lived in for a while.I was fed, taken for bathroom breaks, and I had a television to entertain me. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen, but all the channels were in Russian. What they didn’t know was that I could understand Russian very well.One of the few things I could thank Father for.What did they want with me? It was like being in that cage back again—never knowing what was going to happen next. In those three days, I never saw the Pakhan or his mouthpiece.I thought he only pretended to have morals and secretly bought women to play with. Otherwise, why keep me?A part of me really wished he was the monster I thought him to be. If he w
There was an increasing number of female kidnappings around the area where I lived; downtown Chicago. That’s why I hugged my body to myself after my bar shift at 3 am and rushed home. I held a small pocket knife tightly in my hand inside my purse. I didn’t want to take a risk. As I was walking through the dark streets, I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I looked behind but I didn’t see anything. I had seen too many thriller movies not to guess what happened after a woman heard rustling nearby. I walked quickly, looking behind to ensure no one was following me. When I looked forward again, a man was walking toward me. I stopped and contemplated running back the way I came from. Luckily for me, the man wasn’t a threat to me. He walked past me as though he hadn’t seen me.I continued on my way home. This time, my guard was lowered because I assumed I was growing paranoid. I walked safely for the next two blocks until everything changed. It all happened in an instant. One minute
“She’s a virgin. Her hymen is intact.” The man said as he removed his two gloves from inside of me.“You couldn’t find anyone to fuck you in the U.S., Livia? I thought you would have found a husband and had kids by now. But look at you, working waitressing jobs in downtown Chicago. Are you fucking stupid? You could have had everything in Italy with a rich husband.”“I was just eighteen and the man was forty years older than me!” I screamed.The image of the man I was supposed to marry before I ran away from the family almost made me vomit. He had yellowing teeth, a pot belly, and was bald.He had a reputation for only dealing with younger girls. Once his young wives got older, he sold them to brothels. Who wanted to live that kind of life?“I don’t hear Allegra complaining. In the face of you running away, she took your place and she seems to be enjoying it too.” Carlo said as he laughed. “It was the first time a man in the Mafia was grateful to have a sister as a substitute bride.”I
For three days, I remained cuffed to the bed. I waited for the Pakhan to come in and show what kind of a monster he truly was, but he never did.I was in a bedroom that was much bigger than my apartment back in Chicago. It had a king-sized bed, a walk-in closet, a fully equipped bathroom, and a locked balcony.It was the best place I had lived in for a while.I was fed, taken for bathroom breaks, and I had a television to entertain me. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen, but all the channels were in Russian. What they didn’t know was that I could understand Russian very well.One of the few things I could thank Father for.What did they want with me? It was like being in that cage back again—never knowing what was going to happen next. In those three days, I never saw the Pakhan or his mouthpiece.I thought he only pretended to have morals and secretly bought women to play with. Otherwise, why keep me?A part of me really wished he was the monster I thought him to be. If he w
The moment I saw her, I knew she was innocent—untouched. Her innocence was like a beacon calling out to me, begging me to corrupt her and break her until the only air she wanted to breathe was mine.I didn’t understand it at all.The moment I looked into her eyes, I knew she was mine. She had the palest blue eyes I had ever seen. You could get lost in them. They were laced with innocence, fear, and deep down, a fire so wild I wasn’t sure I could tame.I knew how to read people. It had been my job to learn the inner workings of the human mind to get into my target’s mind. It’s what made me a dangerous man.I worked as an assassin for my old Pakhan until I staged a coup with Mikhail and Nikita and took over as the Pakhan. A lot of men were against the sale of flesh because they had families of their own.They supported me until I took over fully and stopped it completely. I wasn’t stupid; I knew people still practiced it in secret. I was just glad it was a taboo.Viktor knew it was wron
Did Carlo sell me to the Bratva to make amends with Maxim? If so, I was in for a life of suffering. I was scared for my life. If the Bratva was anything like the Sicilian Mafia, I knew I would wish I were dead. Viktor, the man who bought me, and the other one who he spoke to, started walking while dragging me with them. I wanted to run away but I was in a foreign country and I didn’t want to get beaten. I wouldn’t get far anyway. I was tied up and blindfolded and who knew how many men were in the house? I had to bid my time and wait for the right moment. I was hesitant in my movements but the man who bought me was resilient. “You’re giving me a fucking hard time!” He yelled and slapped me across the face. He pulled my hair and shook me around a little. “Either be compliant or I’ll cut off your legs.”I nodded my head profusely in fear of what he would do. He had a temper. Suddenly, everything and everyone was quiet. There was tension in the air and I could sense the fear radiatin
I thought Carlo would sell me immediately, kill me, or ‘service me to his men’ like he promised as he beat me to a pulp. Instead, he locked me in a basement with no lights. I had to endure the cold concrete, the screams of men being tortured, and constant hunger. No matter how much I screamed and shouted, no one let me out of the cage. The bars were too strong for me to try and break. And even if I could free myself, it was too dark for me to see a thing. The fear that a snake or rat would come and bite me was constantly haunting me. But it wasn’t greater than the fear of Carlo sending his men to come and rape me.I became so anxious that I picked up the habit of scratching my left arm to the point that it became raw. I also bit my nails until there was nothing left to bite anymore. Only when I got tired of screaming for help did Carlo’s men bring me food and water. I regained strength and screamed for help and later received a beating. The cycle continued until I finally learned
“She’s a virgin. Her hymen is intact.” The man said as he removed his two gloves from inside of me.“You couldn’t find anyone to fuck you in the U.S., Livia? I thought you would have found a husband and had kids by now. But look at you, working waitressing jobs in downtown Chicago. Are you fucking stupid? You could have had everything in Italy with a rich husband.”“I was just eighteen and the man was forty years older than me!” I screamed.The image of the man I was supposed to marry before I ran away from the family almost made me vomit. He had yellowing teeth, a pot belly, and was bald.He had a reputation for only dealing with younger girls. Once his young wives got older, he sold them to brothels. Who wanted to live that kind of life?“I don’t hear Allegra complaining. In the face of you running away, she took your place and she seems to be enjoying it too.” Carlo said as he laughed. “It was the first time a man in the Mafia was grateful to have a sister as a substitute bride.”I
There was an increasing number of female kidnappings around the area where I lived; downtown Chicago. That’s why I hugged my body to myself after my bar shift at 3 am and rushed home. I held a small pocket knife tightly in my hand inside my purse. I didn’t want to take a risk. As I was walking through the dark streets, I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I looked behind but I didn’t see anything. I had seen too many thriller movies not to guess what happened after a woman heard rustling nearby. I walked quickly, looking behind to ensure no one was following me. When I looked forward again, a man was walking toward me. I stopped and contemplated running back the way I came from. Luckily for me, the man wasn’t a threat to me. He walked past me as though he hadn’t seen me.I continued on my way home. This time, my guard was lowered because I assumed I was growing paranoid. I walked safely for the next two blocks until everything changed. It all happened in an instant. One minute