The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

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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!

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

Now. To the wall! Grumpy scowls 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

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 new routine.

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

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, I did need my strength, but I was afraid it

I had been awake for several hours before I heard the

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

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down a Itay of food, the steam from the edible creation still sing

as quickly :

her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks

potatoes, steamed veggie mix of broccoli, green beans, baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver tray: An

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 the

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

and settled myself on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she removed No

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 close that I could feel his body beat

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

around. The bed was made, the 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 a tray

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 maid or maids could clean the room without

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

every night I was visited by him. He came in and slept in my bed forced himself against my body. The first time he did that, I naturally protested. My disubedience got my arms cuffed tightly behind my back and a dildo gag in my mouth. Now, every night that he visits, he 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

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so I always kept still

hands to tonile even inch

he wanted