Trapped By The Mafia Queen

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

Tyrone didn’t feel comfortable with the way the professor stared at him. He cackled loudly, and she snapped her brows up, reeling back to her senses. Selena batted her lashes and waved him off to his seat. Tyrone walked with his head down as he searched for a place to sit. As he walked, his back burned from Selena’s lust-filled gaze. Selena continued her lecture, hoping to get out of the class soon. The more her eyes fell on the boy, the wetter she got. She wanted him so badly that she thought nothing else but his face and body. She wondered how huge he’d be down there. Was he huger than Lorenzo? She shook her head and sighed as she distributed the projects for the week before picking up her books. Her eyes strayed towards Tyrone and she felt her clit throb. She stood there, imagining his hands on her clit, rubbing it ferociously. She bit her lips and looked away as she managed to successfully suppress the moan that almost slipped out of her lips. Selena walked away as

Tyrone's gaze was fixed on his reflection as everything that happened a while ago haunted his jumbled-up mind. He felt like he was going insane, he felt confused and betrayed. No one mentioned anything like an auction to him before he agreed to strip on that stage that tore his life away. What was he? A piece of unwanted and discarded object that could catch the attention of someone else? Tyrone huffed and ruffled his hair, filled with indignation as he spun around and faced Sally. Sally gave him an indifferent stare before tilting her head sideways. “Get ready; the queen is waiting for you," she muttered, and Tyrone scoffed in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she was acting unbothered after everything that happened. “What exactly am I?" He snapped as Sally began to walk away. His outburst froze Sally and forced her to switch her attention back to him. Her chestnut eyes dimmed and she clenched her fist, glaring intimidatingly at Tyrone. “You are a stripper, you

Selena sighed and reached out to touch Tyrone, but when she felt a space beside her, her eyes snapped open, and she sat up on the bed. Her lips turned up in anger as she stared at the space beside her. The door burst open, and she looked up expecting to see Tyrone, but to her disappointment, Gina trudged in instead. She sighed in disappointment and glanced at the clock ticking away in the silent, tense room. “Where is he?” She muttered, and Gina gulped hard, avoiding her dark, penetrating eyes. “He begged me to let him go,” she muttered and Selena scoffed, outraged. “You let him go?” Selena groused and threw off the lampshade on the bed stand. The lampshade crashed on the floor, shattering to pieces, Gina gasped out in horror and flinched back. “I bought him with a freaking million dollars!” Gina's eyes widened in shock and her jaws dropped open. “Bought?” She gasped, staring at Selena in disbelief. Selena ran her fingers through her hair and chuckled manically bef