The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Vitale Wet and The Prize

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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!

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

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 like

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

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

a scalding hot forty–five–minute shower where I rubbed my skin raw, there was some chicken noodle soup

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

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

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maid hurriedly put down a Itay of food, the steam from the edible creation still sing is the

as quickly :

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

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

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

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

the maid

put my hands palms flat on the wall and to face it. One of them

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

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

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 so that the

for the room. When they

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 up a fey times with him jerking off in my hands with

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kept still trom

to tonile even inch of me that

he wanted