Sold to the mafia boss

Everyone wears a mask, and everyone tries to also hide the fact that they are wearing a mask. Emotions are complicated; sometimes you are angry because the person walking in front of you used to be loyal.

And sometimes you are angry at yourself. You blame yourself for every ordeal that has happened to you, you blame yourself for the situation. That was how I was feeling right now. Lost and angry.

As I watched my reflection on the mirror, I saw how much pounds of flesh I’d lost over the course of hours. I didn’t know where this place was but judging from a couple of neon lit banners I could manage to see on our way here, I was certain this was some Asian country. Could be Thailand or Tokyo or anywhere at that.

I heard Logan knocking out something back in the bedroom and it moved me. I was terrified out of my mind and did the only thing I could do to avoid any more of his wrath. I slipped out of my dress and grabbed a towel to cover myself.

I took a minute to survey the closet room. There’s a long and tall wooden wardrobe occupying the whole of westside of the room, a fluffy circular table at the center and a dresser chair to the side. Opposite the floor length mirror in front of me were racks of blazers, jackets, jeans and many more clothing. There’s a tall shelf carrying women shoes of different kinds and colors. From the looks of things, it was clear Logan had planned for us to stay here for a long period of time. Then I ruined everything. And now I’m gonna spend a long time here regretting it.

I grabbed a long white button up shirt and wrapped myself in it. It was long enough to reach my knees, it’s sleeves swallowing my hands. I untangled my hair and let it fall down my back.

I took a moment to steady my heartbeat before walking out, taking light careful steps. Logan is still standing where I’d left him, only he has his back turned to me now.

Like he’d noticed my presence regardless of my light steps, he turned around, his face contorted with anger. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, his hair disheveled on his head. I just stood there, eyes on my tiny feet while waiting for the worst.

I heard him taking light steps towards me, a voice in my head warning me to step back but I stubbornly stood still.

” Tell me Layla, ” he trails a hand along my cheek, forcing me to look up at his face ” why? Why did you have to ruin this perfect night for us?”

I gulped. I knew nothing I would say to change his mind from doing whatever he wants to do with me now. So I remained still while my heart threatened to open up my chest and run off.

” You still think there’s a perfect life out there for you? You think your pathetic excuse of parents would still want you back?” He starts laughing, his hand trailing down my chest and stopped at the first button of my shirt.

” I finally thought that…. you were getting used to this, that you were finally loving me for who I am, but like every other woman, you lied! ”

His scream causes me to shudder, but his free hand grips my arm, holding me still. He closes the space between us, his chest pressed up against mine and I tried to move back but he holds me still.

His hand grips my chin tightly and I winced in pain, his other hand snaking around my waist to hold me tight against him.

“You’re just like the rest of them” he adds with distaste.

” You’re….. hurting me….”

” Oh this is just the beginning Layla, you haven’t seen anything yet. This is just a fragment of what you’re about to be subjected to for the rest of your life ”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He pushes my chin back and steps away. I reached for my chin to hold it even though it still hurt like his hand was still there. From the corner of my eyes I could see him taking off his shirt. Then his buckle. That’s when it hit me hard what he was going to do.

” Logan please…”

” Get on the fucking bed” he said with ease as he successfully pulled out his belt and started with his zipper.

” No! Don’t… I….”

” I said get on the fucking bed Layla!”

I thought I’d frozen until his voice once again shook me beyond expectation and I scurried over to the bed. I knew I couldn’t fight him. Even if he was smaller than me, I still couldn’t. He was going to rape me.

When he advanced towards me, I pushed myself back till I hit the bed board. Logan reaches the bed with his pants still on and easily pulled me down with my leg before flying on top of me. For the first few seconds I tried to fight him even though that was pointless. I wasn’t about to lay there like a lifeless body and watch him rape me.

Tears easily spilled out of my eyes now and the strength in my arms reduced from all the fight. I thought that I could bear whatever he was going to do to me tonight but then he spoke into my face and the words shook me in depths unimaginable.

” I am going to have you so bad, so roughly till you bleed all over this bed. Then I’ll fuck you in your damn blood till you either die or lose your god-damn consciousness. ” I blinked tears as I watched him. I wanted to speak but I felt nothing. I blinked tears a couple of times so I could see. He was a monster.

A smirk crossed his lips in amusement like a clever thought just occured to him and he leaned closer to say “or wait, I have a perfect idea for a bloody sex. “