All Chapters of The Mafia And His Caged Master: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cynthia awoke to find herself in a massive metal cage. It was more like a prison than a cage,with bar after bar as thick as her wrist, and the cage was high and wide, occupied a third of the room. Cynthia pressed her forehead and sat up. It was dark outside and there were no lights on in the room。She could only look around by the moonlight coming in through the window. It was a slightly vintage style room that looked like someone's bedroom, as there was a large bed not far from her. Where was this? How had she ended up here? She remembered going home alone after his class for the students and feeling someone cover her mouth and nose as she looked for the key to open the door outside her house. She then losing consciousness. The door creaked open and a figure in leather shoes and suit trousers walked in, the house was too dark for Cynthia to see him. The house light was switched on and Cynthia squinted reflexively, after a moment she could make out the person standing in

Since leaving Cynthia, Carlo reoccurred dreams of the day they separated practically every night. It was a rainy day and his father had sent for him to leave her. Naturally, he was reluctant to go, having promised Cynthia long ago that he would stay with her for the rest of his life. His Cynthia, who, although she would often scold him for being stupid, would be the first to buy him a cupcake on her payday, now said to him with a cold face: "Carlo, I don't want you anymore, I've sold you to them, you know I'm most afraid of trouble, and with you gone, my trouble is gone." The scenes she left without looking back is still replayed in Carlo's dreams every night. He used to think that in this world, if he treated people sincerely enough and gave enough love, he would gain the approval of the people he loved most. But reality shattered his good intentions like a powerful storm in a peaceful life. It took him a long time to react, his mind going blank, tears sliding down the corners

When Carlo presses her and forces her to do it all, she feels inwardly disgusted. But every now and then she remembers the dumb Carlo who was only good to her, and she feels so guilty, and the mix of these emotions makes her feel conflicted. She recalled the day that she had let him be taken away by his family. It was her decision, and perhaps it was all of her own making. But in her heart, she could not admit of how Carlo would really hold her completely captive without regard for her feelings. Every part of Cynthia's body was aching from the over-indulgence of the captivity. Her eyes were red and her movements to get dressed seemed slow and sluggish, and Carlo got tired of waiting and turned to help her put on the rest of her clothes. His deft hands fastened the buttons on her dress one by one, while his eyes stared unblinkingly at her expression. He had just done something unforgivable to her, and now Cynthia had to restrain herself from thinking about it as Carlo came closer to h

"I said I will always be there for you." Carlo said, helping Cynthia fill her cup with herbal tea again. His eyes looked insistent, terribly insistent. Cynthia shuddered to think that if she hadn't spent time with the man before, she would have thought the man had gone insane. Carlo's eyes sometimes became paranoid, like a sick man who had just escaped from his confinement island. But most of the time he was still gentle. She tried to ask the private doctor who had last examined her about Carlo's psychological condition. But the man just didn't say a word, and gestured with his eyes for her to stop asking. Cynthia had the feeling that she was living in the Valley of Terror, that the man in front of her was a dream, a fantasy, and that she was a little frightened.Cynthia dared not meet his eyes and averted her own, but said stubbornly, "I didn't think you'd be like this."Carlo looked at him with interest as the corners of his mouth curled up, "Oh? What kind of person am I?" The wa

Cynthia had been feeling very unwell lately, with a constant feeling of tightness and nausea in her chest, perhaps because she had been stuffy indoors for so long.It was the height of summer, only half past ten in the morning, and the heat was already rolling outside the window, with the sound of robins in the woods not far away penetrating the fence of the villa with a strong summer sound.She leans gently against the window, not that she likes the feeling of the sun on her body, but she has been cooped up for so long that she has forgotten what the outside world looks like.She felt bored and lonely, how could anyone in the modern world even cut off another person's internet and social devices? It was unbelievable.She was now tempted to open her social SNS to check on her friends' lives and news from the outside world. She imagined a day when she escaped and everything she wanted to do would be achieved.It was almost time for Debby to go on holiday again, so she hoped that everyt