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!

I hate it when they do this. Just let me stay cocooned in my bed even though it

and looks at me expectedly. I trudge to 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 should be grateful that I get clean sheets: at least they won’t smell

but walking steroids out of the 80’s. I place my hands with open pulms above my head on the wall as I have

body convulsed and every cell in my body felt like it was being shocked by lightning. And the asshole jerked off watching me. He just dropped his pants after the fourth round and pumped until he came all over my body. Four times he emptied his balls over my skin and then rubbed

up 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 I should have,

that, day three since my escape attempt, I had been awake for several hours

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

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down a Itay of food, the steam from

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 was holding.

and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver tray: An apple juice box like I was a kid. No knife

to touch it. But apist t better judgment, I let my salivary glands water and proceeded to inhale the food. The favors were decent, the potatoes a little chunky but it was certainly more than edible and that was good enough for me. My tummy was sansted and the headache I had because of

in the ceiling, as soon

guards came in with the maid

four. That next morning 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 the wall and to face it. One of them came behind me and, while he did not touch me. he was so

barking orders in a different language, and I could faintly hear small feminine Voices replying to them.

shine on them like they were wiped down. A fresh breeze scent lingered in the air. Sitting on the table by the TV was

followed later where the maid would bring the tray and then pick it up later because they would not return

the room. When they showed me the fork. I tried to act innocent and made a sarcastic comment to which they did not even bat an eyelash. How rade! See, the nicknames for my guards were fitting! Plus, they had this intense resting bitch face, and it just made me

just cuffs and gags me, saving I have team freedom, 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

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always kept still

hands to tonile even inch of me

he wanted