The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

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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!

let me stay cocooned in my bed even though it gives me

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

one of them order. They sound so similar, and they are just too massive to fight. Like walking boulders with bad crew top haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids out of the 80’s. I place my hands with open pulms above my head on the wall as I have done since they started this. It is sadly the

was almost three weeks ago that I tried to escape and learned of Brianna’s resurrection and lifetime betrayal. He electrocuted me twenty–six times before I passed out that day. Twenty–six times my 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

was still tied the next morning when I finally woke 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

after that, day three since my escape attempt, I had been awake for several hours before I heard the

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was that asshole again, but instead, it was the two mountain steroid entered the room swiftly, the guards both guards placing a hand on their

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the door and I heard the clicks of the locks. I

beans, baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even

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 the

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

same guards came in with the

day 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

a different language, and I could faintly hear small feminine

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 a tray

guards stood at the door hands on their guns. What I presume was dinner followed later where the maid would bring the tray and then pick it up later because they would not return until the next morning. I only had to go to the wall in the mornings, which I deduced quickly was so that the

tried to ask a question, I was rudely told to shut up. One time I tried to keep a fork for a weapon, it was the only time the guards laid a hand on 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 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 a little han inside to name them. That night, the bastard electrocuted me again until my wrists bled with the

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.

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