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!

myself turning red. As my senses come back, I remember the events before

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

my eyes. He looked so

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tears escaped down my cheeks. As much as my Mafia

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

breath again. Get a grip Aurora! You

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

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 plate in the middle of each

the fuck is

tried to tug the bracelets a few more times but there was no inclination of reprieve. The chain only pinched my skin and

room more. My limbs were certainly weak. It took me a good minute to

move my

last weeks without doing laundry. The fancy–looking remote for what I am presuming is for the TV is on the top 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 bed. It has a variety of books from history and crime novels to romance and young

It is breathtaking. There is one of those swanky porcelain–looking golden claw–footed tubs. I thought Kai’s private

every color, no doubt they are my size as everything else seems to be. Another wall is full of accessories. I see open shelves