The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

74–This is not my room

Aurora POV

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Darkness, Scary darkness. I am surrounded by darkness. A dream plagued my mind. Not a dream, a nightmare. The nightmare that has plagued my mind since I can remember.

A man dressed in shadows, yet I see his piercing eyes, one green and one blue. His voice, smooth as silk yet gruff like a burly woodsman, a hint of dominant sadism laces his words like a snake wrapped around his prey. “Aurora sweetheart, my love, my sweet girl, he whispers. His touch lightly caresses all over my body as he continues to whisper sweet nothings and nicknames in my car. I feel like I am a small dwarf compared to his massive frame. He is the size of a tree; his arms are rigid around me.

I feel like 1 am going to puke. He repulses me, I feel grimy and gross, and his touch leaves a feeling of dread across my skin. A promise of pain is what I feel. I start to fight the shadows with all the energy I have, but he is so much stronger than I am. As he tightens his hold to stop my futile escape from his grasp, I scream and I am jolted awake from my deepest darkness, panting as if I ran a marathon, a cold sweat coating my face.

It was just a bad dream. His face is always blurry, and yet that voice has haunted me since I was a kid. It takes minute to slow my racing heart and another minute to

register that I am not in my bed at home. I had never seen this room before. This is not my room.

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There was soft amber lighting from a lamp in the corner bouncing off the eggshell walls. White satin sheets and a baby pink duvet on a queen–size bed with a sheer pink toul–like fabric that framed beautifully carved woodwork for the bed posts and canopy. The room was large and had high vaulted ceilings, maybe twenty feet high. The minimalistic furnishings were white and looked clean and new.

A low white dresser opposite the bed expanded most of the wall and mounted above it a large flat–screen TV. A full floor–length mirror in the corner next to it. It looks like there are dark hardwood floors but it is mostly covered by a Bluffy white rug. A white door on the left side of the bed was slightly ajar. Must be the bathroom. There are tall thick matching pink curtains that seal what I believe is a window behind it.

On the other side of the room to my right was another white door, firmly shut but what caught my breath in my throat was seeing three golden–colored locks with a fingerprint scanner on the door above the handle. I would bet all of Jason’s money that it was locked.

I then noticed a small black circle in the corner of the ceiling near the locked door. Once I squinted, I managed to see a small red flashing light. A fucking camera!

come back, I remember the events before I passed

wait, I was knocked out! No wonder my head feels like it was put under a jackhammer! 1 gently rub my temples trying to ease the tension. I stilled my movements. The voice. The voice I

that were brimming my eyes. He looked so familiar but he looked

of

thought of Ben! Oh my goodness. He was shot. Another few tears escaped down my cheeks. As much as my Mafia devils scared the crap out of me

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Tue, 20 Feb

This is not my room

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be okay. I offer up my silent plea to the heavens. Please let

a grip Aurora! You

down and I was not in the dress I was in. Someone changed me. Luckily, it wasn’t skimpy lingerie this time. I was in black leggings and a white

had pink fuzzy sucks on too. Two silver bracelets with thick large chain links that I had never seen before adomed my wrists. They were tight like cuffs and there was no clasp but saw a small hole, no Moubt for a key. It had a small rectangular box–shaped

fuck

times but there was no inclination of

I decided to explore the room more. My limbs were certainly weak. It took me a good minute to find

up and another minute to find the strength to move my limbs. They felt heavy but I still managed to walk to

counter as well as a few sealed water bottles and a basket of snacks mainly crackers, cookies and fruit. I notice a table and chair in the other corner near the right side of the bed where the single lamp is turned on and walk over to it. There was some loose–leaf paper on the desk. I go through the drawers and find painting, coloring, and art supplies.

the open door next. The carpet was indeed incredibly soft. A fully stocked large bookshelf sits near the open door and expands to the corner. It is almost the length of the bed. It has a variety of books from history and crime novels to romance and young adult fiction novels. Even a few thrillers. Even a full shelf of

the bathroom and find the switch on the wall and a beautiful white and gold marble bathroom is illuminated. It is breathtaking. There is one of those swanky porcelain–looking golden claw–footed tubs. I thought Kai’s private tub was fancy, but this was Buckingham Palace worthy. A clean marble modern

and inside is a massive walk–in closet filled with brightly colored clothes, Dresses and fancy wear like the closet I have at the mansion. A full back wall of shoes in every color, no doubt they are my size as everything else seems to be. Another wall is full of accessories. I see open shelves to my right full of ultra cloud–like towels and several months‘ worth of my favorite toiletries,