Trapped By The Mafia Queen

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She wanted to get away from the dimly lit room, but the doors were locked, and there was no sign of a window on the rough wall. The air in her lungs was only sustained by the air conditioner in the room, which only had a bed and a few rags worn as clothes. She was only twelve, without knowledge of how she got there or what will happen next. The dirty-looking girl slumped down to the ground and buried her face in her palm, sobbing softly. Soon a heavy footstep echoed outside the door, followed by a killing silence. She raised her head and stared at the wooden door, filled with hope and anticipation. To her relief, the door burst open, and a man walked in. Her heart warmed up at the sight of a human being but when she peered closely at his face, the warmth disappeared and was replaced with fear. There was a mask over his face, a mask that resurrected memories of what took place before she slumped down into unconsciousness. She didn’t know who the man was or what ...