The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Vitale Wet and The Prize

78–Three Weeks

Event des vents fucking being ass ds. Or at least I think it’s been 20 days. I have been stuck in this room, by Events mself with the TV thank God for Netflix and Disney books and my inermings for what I believe is now

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I guess I also get daily visits from “the bastard” as 11e to call him because saying his name recognizes his existence and I would love to not have anything to do with him. He gets off on pain and suffering literally.

Just like all the other days, my morning inner tantrum monologue is interrupted by Groucho and Grumpy entering the

mbestowed these nicknames on my bodyguards when they refused to engage in friendly conversation. Plus, the James it their daring personalities

The booming veces startled me and made me shoot out of bed. I would have been no doubt tangled in my sheets if they hatefully removed them from my body

Time to wake up!” Groucho said in his very thick Slavik accent. Maybe Russian? Not sure though. Some sort of Easter Sarigen would be my best guess. I can’t keep calling them Guard One or Two. I guess I could, but Groucho and Grungs are more entertaining and it suits their bland personality to boot!

me stay cocooned in my bed even though it gives me

the far wall near the window. I’ll just go back to bed after this and mess up everything like I have done every day. I guess I

bad crew top haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids out of the 80’s. I place my hands with open

by lightning. And the asshole jerked off watching me. He just dropped his

and remained that way, without food, water, or a shower until that evening when he came in and released my bondage. He didn’t stay, thankfully and when I returned to the room after a scalding hot forty–five–minute shower where I rubbed my skin raw, there was some chicken noodle soup on a tray but I refused to eat it. I know

attempt, I had been awake for several hours before I heard the clicks of

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was that asshole again, but instead, it was the two mountain steroid entered the room swiftly, the guards

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food, the steam from the edible creation

as quickly :

and the two guards followed her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks of the locks. I released a breath I didn’t realize I

squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver tray: An apple juice box like I was a

were decent, the potatoes a little chunky but it was

what I presume would be that little camera in the ceiling, as soon as I

settled myself on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she removed No words were said, and I was too tired to say anything

I was woken up but these two bury men who to me to go to the wall instructed me to put my hands palms flat on

hear lots of focus around my room. The guards were barking orders in a different language, and I could faintly hear small feminine Voices replying to them. Maybe 15 minutes passed before I felt their presence shit away thom me and soon I heard retreating steps and then the familiar clicks of the locked door.

sheets clean and fresh, the surfaces of all the furniture and even the wooden floor still had a shine on them like they were wiped down. A fresh breeze scent lingered in the air. Sitting on the table by the TV was

tray and then pick it up later because they would not return until the next morning. I only had to

me. They barged in without any warning, one picked me up and took me to the wall. pinning me roughly with his whole body while the other searched for the room. When they showed

Because of our height difference, my hands were always very close to his manhood and often ended un touching it. Even woke up a fey times with him jerking off in my hands with his morning wood. He tracture my meht pinky finger when I tried to grab his dick and injure him. He made it clear I would lose a finger the next

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I always kept still trom that

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he wanted