The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

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78–Three Weeks

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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!

stay cocooned in my bed even though it gives me nightmares, it’s better than living in

to bed after this and mess up

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

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

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

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

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steroid entered the room swiftly, the guards both guards placing a hand on their guns and

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put down a Itay of food, the steam from the edible creation still sing is the open door, and

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guards followed her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks

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

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

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

the same guards came in with the maid and she removed No words were said, and

starting on 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

could 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

and even the wooden floor still had a shine on them like they were wiped down. A fresh breeze scent lingered in the air.

return to pick it up and the 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

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

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 and injure

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