All Chapters of Cruel Mafia's Slave: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rain fell in a melancholic symphony, each droplet a reflection of the shattered emotions within Aris’s heart. The dimly lit room seemed to echo his desolation, the flickering candlelight casting elongated shadows that danced on the walls. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of dampness.Emma stood before him, her eyes once warm pools of affection now glacial and distant. Her once enticing smile had turned into a cruel curve of indifference. The words she spoke cut through the air like a sharp blade, leaving wounds that ran deeper than any physical injury."You were nothing more than a pawn, Aris," her voice dripped with venom, each syllable laced with the disdain she now held for him. "I played with your emotions, danced upon the strings of your heart, all at my father's behest because we want revenge."Aris heart raced, each word striking him like a sledgehammer. He had loved her with a depth he hadn't known was possible. She was his confidante, and the love of his life. Or so he

Warning !!!Mature content (18+)The story contains scenes of abuse, B***M, s*x and extreme bullying.His fingers continued their relentless exploration, expertly finding and teasing my most sensitive spots. I bit my lip, desperately trying to resist the unwelcome sensations flooding through me."Your body betrays you," he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear. "You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth."I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face."No, you're wrong. I don't want this." I nodded and tried to resist.He laughed coldly. "We'll see about that."Without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside me. I cried out, my back arching involuntarily at the sudden intrusion. He set a punishing pace, his thumb circling my clit as his fingers pumped in and out."Stop fighting it," he growled. "Give in to the pleasure."I tried to resist, to focus on the pain and humiliation, but my body betrayed me. Waves of unwanted pleasure coursed through me as he ex

"There's a delivery coming tonight—fresh produce for the kitchens. I've arranged for you to be hidden in one of the crates. It's risky, but it's your best chance to get out of here." Her voice was a lifeline, pulling me from the depths of my fear. I clung to her words, forcing myself to believe that this was real, that I might actually escape the nightmare that had become my life.We moved swiftly, our footsteps muffled by the thick dust covering the stone floors. The woman guided me through a maze of passages, each one more foreboding than the last. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound of it echoing in my ears. Every shadow seemed to harbor a threat, every flicker of the torchlight a warning. What If he found me? What will he do to me? He would take off my skin, I was sure.Finally, we reached the kitchens. The large, open space was eerily quiet, the usual bustle of activity stilled by the late hour. Crates were stacked haphazardly along the walls, filled with fruits and vegetabl

"That's just the beginning," he growled, the cold metal of the whip clicking against the stone floor as he raised it once more. "You'll learn to crave this pain, to beg for more. And when you do, I'll give it to you. I'll give you every ounce of pleasure and pain that you can handle. And then, my little slave, I'll give you more."His words sent shivers down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal, knowing that I was at the mercy of his every whim.I had no choice but to submit to his every demand, to endure the pain and pleasure he would inflict upon me.Suddenly he stopped. I sighed heavily, looking at his back.A moment passed. My face was still wet by my tears.I tried to resist but couldn’t. The dead boy of that girl was still fresh in my mind."Ready your mind, slave," he husked, his voice low and threatening. I looked at him.His footsteps creaked across the stone floor as he approached me once more.

As I finished, two figures appeared at the door, their faces twisted with something that made my stomach churn—hatred.I clenched my fists as the two girls stepped into the room, their sneers doing nothing to quell the fury boiling inside me.I wasn’t here to cower. I wasn’t about to let them walk all over me just because they'd been here longer. Their hatred rolled off them like poison, but I was no stranger to bitterness."Couldn't even make breakfast right, huh?" she muttered, crossing her arms. Her voice dripped with contempt.The second slave, a smaller woman with a pale face and icy blue eyes, stepped forward, nudging a broken piece of plate with her foot. "You think you’re special just because Master decided to drag you in here?" Her voice was soft, but the malice in her tone cut deeper than any loud insult could.I stayed silent, my head bowed, hoping to avoid whatever storm was brewing between them. They didn’t owe me anything—least of all kindness."Pathetic," the taller wom