Mafia's girl

Punished

Daily reminder:
You matter, you matter so much.
I love you.

Sorry for the long wait.
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"What the fuck is going on" I shouted,sitting up and adjusting myself.

I knew that I was fucked, if it was what I think it was I'll be dead.

"You are a little fucking whore that's all you are" he stated, shoving the video of Jenson recording me.

How could he do this to me, I thought he was one of the good ones.

"I'm sorry" I replied, trying not to let my anger get the best of me, he angered every part inside of me and I wanted to kill him so bad, I still haven't why?

"You'll be sorry once you receive punishment" he claimed, grabbing my wrist and yanking my outside the room.

"I didn't really do anything wrong but I'd like to know why he recorded me and I'd like you to delete it" I shouted, crossing my arms and turning to face his eyes.

"I have no fucking idea, you deserve punishment for doing that in my home" he shouted, gripping my wrist harder then shoving me into a cell.

"What the fuck are you do-"

He tied a white piece of fabric around my face, covering my mouth so I couldn't speak.

I hated having no control, it felt hopeless.

I tried to scream but all that came out was muffles.

I was sitting on a small wooden seat connected to the brick wall, he pulled up a chair opposite me.

"Who was he" he shouted, dragging his finger down the sharpe blade he was now holding between his hands.

"A man" I replied, knowing that was a ridiculous reply.

"Tell me right now cagna" he threatens, bringing the knife up to my lips.

Why was he so mad? Yeah I shouldn't have done it inside his home but I haven't done anything to harm him.
Fucking hormonal dick.

"Why do you have to know?" I ask,immediately regretting my decision when the knife presses harder and makes blood trickle from my lips.

"porta la pistola" he shouted to his security guard, who was standing against the door.

About one minute later, he passed Andre a gun and it was pretty fucking big.

"Not so strong now are you faccia d'angelo" he whispers, his nostrils were flared and his fists were clenched, I could tell he was going to lash out.

He rips the cloth from my mouth and brings the gun to my lips this time,

"Suck it" he demands while smirking,i hesitate and wait for his response,

"No way" I replied, spitting on his suit, he has turned into someone very different, he is no longer a decent man, he's a monster.

He reached out and wrapped his veiny hands around my throat, my breaths started to quicken once I tried to gasp for oxygen.

"Please" I whispered, keeping eye contact with those crisp blue eyes, I could tell he was angry but something was... different.

I hear the gun click ready to fire, I squeeze my eyes shut and look up at the ceiling, which would be the last thing I saw.

I wait and wait and he finally pulls the trigger, I expected to have a bullet inside my mouth right now, but instead he falls back onto his seat chucking, I realised there was no bullets inside. Motherfucker