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Mafia Boss Possession

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-01-13
By:  SamitaOngoing
Language: English
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She had taken away his best friend, and he was determined to make her pay dearly for her regrettable mistake. A ruthless mobster is willing to make a girl suffer firsthand for daring to kill his best friend, even if it was in self-defense. He will show no mercy, and simply repaying her in kind won't suffice; he knows death would be too easy for her, which is why he kidnaps her, subjecting her to a true living hell. Elisa is an exotic dancer who uses her body to attract the attention of men who pay well, money that she uses to pay for her university studies. A virgin and naive girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eliminating every friend or acquaintance around her wouldn't be enough. His hatred is lethal and his resentment imminent. An enchanting and unknown weakness for the mafia, and a beautiful misfortune for the sweet innocent. She only wanted easy and quick money to pay for university, and now she must pay a blood debt for defending her honor. How long will that justice with a taste of revenge last? And what if that justice turns out to be a double-edged sword?

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Chapter 1

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18+ content, User Discretion requested, contains sexual content, abuse, violence, and self-harm.

THIS IS A WORK OF FRICTION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO A PERSON REAL OR DEAD OR ANY EVENT IS COINCIDENTAL.

All rights reserved. No part of this story shall be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the permission of the author. 

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

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Daisy’s POV

I am waiting in my room, sitting on the bed, waiting for my customer to come in. 

I hope today, I don’t have any abusive clients. I am scared to being whipped and abused by anyone. 

The last time I had a customer, he hit me so hard that I had bruises all over my body and some cigarette burn marks too.

I remember his filthy voice on my body. His touch, his stares…

He just wanted to hurt me, to see me cry. He didn’t show me any mercy even when I was bleeding by his abuse.

“Nooooo aaaaahhhhhh Please, Please I beg you don’t burn me” I cried holding my hands in front of him begging him.

“Yes you whore, beg for mercy, beg to be saved. I will tell you what I am capable of today. You women need to know your place” He shouted punching me on my face really hard.

I could taste my blood coming out of my mouth. But he didn’t stop at that. 

He burned me on my chest with his cigarette and slapped me again and again.

“Please don’t hurt me. I beg you…” I pleaded taking my chances thinking maybe he would have some mercy on me…

But he didn’t, he entered me roughly and started pounding on me. 

It was painful, very painful but I had to keep my senses. I had to clear my mind, to stay focused, or else he might hurt me more after I faint. But my body betrayed me and darkness took over...

A shiver ran through my spine remembering the pain I felt when I woke up. 

I wasn’t able to work for a week after that and I still have some bruises on my body.

Apparently, Salma got a lot of money from him which is why she never complained. Being a prostitute, we have to keep our mouth shut and let our customer do whatever he or she wants just to make them happy. 

If a customer goes back unsatisfied, we don’t get food for days. The punishment can vary from person to person and customer to customer. 

We are not allowed to ask details about any customer, not even their name. We have different names to tell our clients and mine is Daisy. Well, I don’t really have a real name as someone picked me up from garbage where my family left me and sold me here. 

Salma bought me and took care of me since I was a child.

I never had a normal childhood. I was always playing around the house and listening to the screams. 

I am not new to these scars, I have seen them since childhood on most of the girls here. 

Salma even made me watch everything by my eyes when I was fifteen saying, “When you will be eighteen, you have to be my best girl here. So watch and learn”

I never had a choice for this life, I never wanted to become a prostitute but life was never kind enough to give me any other opportunity. 

I turned eighteen last month and since then, I am trying to cope up with the pain. Me being a virgin and young attracted a lot of customers. 

Salma even used to give three customers to me in one day so that I get to practice. I don’t really have any choice but to make her happy or else, she will not let me eat for a few days and even beat me up.

I glanced at my hand to see they were shivering as I was scared. My palms had sweat all over and the heartbeat was at a rapid rate. 

My throat felt dry so I stood up to take some water in a glass and gulped it all in a go. I took some more but someone pushed me and the glass fell down breaking into pieces. 

I was thrown on the bed now staring right into the eyes of my customer which made him angry.

“How dare you bitch stare at me” He shouted and slapped me hard.

“S..sorry, please don’t hurt me. I will not do it again” I said tears running down my eyes.

“So you know how to speak? Wait, now you will not dare to say even a word” He shouted at my face and stood up. He picked a piece of the broken glass and stabbed my thigh with it.

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh No no no no please don’t” I shouted. Blood was coming out of my thigh and I felt pain,

A lot of pain.

He slapped me again and again until his palms started to hurt. I felt numb, I had no sense of touch on my face and leg. 

He stood up smirking and opened his clothes. He tore off mine but I didn’t utter a word or reacted knowing it will have its own consequences.

He entered inside of me and started thrusting in and out of me slapping me whenever he wanted.

He leaned down and bite my breasts making them blue, marking me and I was staring at the ceiling praying for this torture to end soon. 

He kept beating and fucking me until he came inside of me and stood up to see me with his lust-filled eyes.

He left the room and I sighed in relief that it's over for today. I couldn’t move so stayed on the bed, crying my heart out...

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"It 's your turn.”Elisa Morrison nodded, rising imposingly. Her 15-centimeter heels gave her a sleek, commanding, and sexy look.She was slender, with green eyes and silky brown hair. Her golden and black outfit adorned with sparkling stones gave her a ravishing, bewitching appearance; an Arabian dance costume that hugged her body like a glove.Her body moved to the rhythm of the music, her bare belly drawing lascivious gazes but no one had ever touched her, earning her the nickname "the untouchable," for being a virgin and inaccessible for a private dance in one of the cubicles.Her hands gripped the long metal pole, the intensity of the lights dimmed, and she began to dance sensually and enchantingly, turning the cold and inert object into her most loyal lover.She surrendered to it like to no one else, forgetting everything around her, seducing her crowded audience with a sexy and charming air. Then she focused on using the strength of her legs to go upside down, listening to the
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The dark and gloomy fortress of the mobster Andrei Borisov stood majestically atop a hill on the outskirts of the city.An imposing mansion of Gothic style, surrounded by tall stone walls and guarded by armed men, whose shadows cast menacingly over the corridors illuminated by dim lights.The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and whisky, an oppressive atmosphere that reflected the cold and ruthless personality of the mafioso.Andrei, a man with a penetrating gaze and a stern expression, walked with a firm step among his henchmen.Each of them showed respect and fear in their faces as they received direct orders from their leader. No one dared to question his commands, for those who had done so in the past had disappeared.The conference room of the fortress was imbued with a tense air as the men sat around a large dark wooden table. Andrei occupied the central seat, his dominant presence filling the room with an intimidating aura.The men presented reports on ongoing businesses
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The lights dimmed, and Elisa stepped onto the stage, positioning herself beside the pole and touching it with one hand. The music started, and so did her movements.Every time she was on that metal pole, she felt like there was no one else or nothing else around.She had learned that dance a couple of years ago because they wanted a new hobby to keep her fit. She detested the gym and strenuous physical activities, but when dance was involved, everything became synonymous with fun.She also couldn't help but feel nostalgic; she missed everything she had left behind, and she feared getting used to that life and preferring it for the money.As expected, the applause from the men began to make itself heard. She unraveled her final pose to stand up and descend from the stage gracefully because it was time to collect money from them.She had plenty of time for that from that moment on because all the girls came to dance on the small platforms. So she had to look as seductive as possible to
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"But how long ago?" Miki asked the club manager, nervous because she didn't believe what he was telling her.She knew Elisa well and knew perfectly well that she would never sell herself, especially not with something she cared so much about."It's been over an hour..." he said, puzzled.Everyone had heard her screams, but no one had intervened because they couldn't. Kirill's colleagues, on the other hand, were laughing."What are you waiting for? Go! Enough already, go see what's happening," Miki urged.He looked at her for a moment; he had to see what was going on, so he did.He stood frozen in front of the door when he saw the girl sitting beside the sofa, her chest, arms, and hands covered in drying blood, sitting on a bright red puddle, with an inert body lying face down on the sofa.Shit, shit, shit. What had that crazy girl done? They were all screwed because of her.But she didn't react, she didn't even feel a presence there, until Mikaela peeked over the man's shoulder and wa
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Andrei took a slow breath, trying to control his discontent."But you hit him with your hands tied," he raised an eyebrow."He was touching me, I asked him to leave me alone...""And you killed him," he snapped sharply.Elisa lifted her eyes to those of the man with long, chestnut hair, almost as long as the raven-haired one's. His skin was fair and smooth, his lips were full, and he seemed taller than the other as well. The difference lay in his eyes; his gaze was cold and indifferent, unlike the other's which she could only remember as sinister."The clasp dug into his head..." she teared up again. "I didn't mean to do it, I'm really sorry..." she remembered the bullet in her friend's head, and then her collapsing before her eyes. Perhaps this man felt the same as she did.He looked down at her, tilting his head with another smile. He didn't care about her apology, nor did he understand why she was apologizing to him.He leaned in, taking hold of her legs to straighten them out. Her
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She had been locked in that room for two days now, and no one had crossed that door. She had already drunk the water in the glass on the bedside table after hearing the gunshot.She was thirsty and hungry, weak and had wet the bed several times out of fear and necessity, although she couldn't understand where the liquid was coming from if she hadn't drunk anything.She needed it all to end already; for hours, she hadn't heard any movement near that room. It seemed like she had been left alone, abandoned, and condemned to die slowly.She had called out to someone several times the day before, but no one came to help her because it seemed like there wasn't a soul around her.She was tired, her voice wouldn't come out anymore; she had cried too much and dreamed of a bottle of water. Then she began to daydream about her rehearsals at the club when they ended, and then her bottle of lemon-flavored water awaited her. She loved lemon-flavored water, and she could taste it.She smiled as she
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Elisa closed her eyes, sighing with relief at the relaxation that voice brought her.Andrei set his glass on the table beside him and stood up, walking briskly toward the pole. He was angry at the lack of character and dignity in her display. Plus, he was bothered by seeing her dirty.She could hear his footsteps being muffled by the music, not wanting anyone else to humiliate her or force her onto that pole again. Perhaps they had come to kill her for giving such a depressing performance, and that thought filled her with strange anxiety.But instead of harming her, the brunette took her in his arms to lift her up.He wasn't going to give anyone explanations for his action; let them think what they wanted. The situation had gone too far, and there had been too much show for the night.Elisa looked at the face that didn't look at her. She felt small and vulnerable in those arms. Anyway, she thanked him for getting her out of there because she wouldn't know how to do it herself.When he
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She smiled, looking at her hands under the water, feeling butterflies in her stomach.Unconsciously, she began to wash her face better to look prettier, because she knew she looked awful and suddenly wanted to look better, because she was being given the opportunity for that."Take food and drinks to the guest room near mine," Andrei explained to one of his maids. The servants, who were few, lived in a house next to his and only appeared in his lair when he requested it. "Take some first aid supplies for deep wounds as well. I don't think I have those things in my bathroom.”She was trying to remember what else she might need."Do you need anything else?" The taller man looked at the only person allowed into his room and shook his head.The woman bowed and went to get what had been requested. She re-entered her home and headed to the party; everyone seemed to have forgotten the pole incident."What happened to the girl?" Igor appeared, drinking from his glass.Andrei glanced at him b
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"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to kill him..." She hugged the towels tighter.Andrei continued to look at her in that inquisitive and strange way until he decided to turn and leave, but she interrupted him again."Andrei..." he turned this time more seriously. It was strange to hear his name on the lips of someone he didn't know, and for that girl to be so insistent on keeping him."What was that gunshot the other day?" she asked, distressed.That typical spark in the taller man ignited, wanting to be intimidatingly direct and cold, taking a few steps towards her as Elisa backed away a few paces to avoid being too close to him.The brunette smirked at her fearful demeanor, wanting to tease her as he continued to approach her."I killed your boss," he said, still closing the distance between them.A shiver ran down her spine, and fear gripped her gaze."But he didn't kill your friend, I did..." Another person paying for her actions. Would she have to carry that burden forever?"He ga
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"And does anyone know you worked at that club?" he teased her with his victorious smile, playing with the liquid in the glass, with circular movements of his wrist.Elisa watched him, biting her lips, of course no one knew.Andrei laughed."Of course they don't know, it must be embarrassing for you," he took a sip of the juice, giving his approval with a nod. "I don't understand your chastity, you're a foreigner. What woman resists in that way? You're strange...""You don't know anything about me...""No, neither do you about me," he took a step towards her. "Do you want us to have a conversation all night?" he raised an eyebrow mischievously.She furrowed her brow at that comment, unsure how to take that proposal. So, reflexively, she covered her chest with her arms, feeling exposed in that generous V-neck t-shirt."What?" he raised an eyebrow again to tease her, letting out a small laugh of amusement. "Not everyone wants to have sex with you, don't be egocentric. Besides, your sex s
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