Mafia's Girl

Part 8

Hey guys. Sorry I haven't posted a chapter in a couple months but I've just been really unmotivated and have been busy with other things. It also has taken me a long time to upload this chapter since I was planning to rewrite the whole thing. I am not proud of this chapter whatsoever and I hate that I ever wrote it in the first place. I don't know how I didn't realize this was rape, but somehow the thought didn't even cross my mind until you guys started to comment about it. I just want to say that I don't sexualized or condone rape in any way. I wanted to redo this chapter completely but I have no idea what to do and I don't know how to fit any ideas into the storyline. I really didn't want to keep this chapter, but it feels like there's no other option and I don't want to keep you guys waiting. So again, I'm sorry I ever made this chapter in the first place and I DO NOT sexualized or condone rape.

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WARNING: mature themes ahead.

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What had I done?

Looking back at it, I was stupid to try anything. I should've known that I had no chance against anyone here. Now I was stuck in a worse place than I was before.

I was shaking furiously as I got up from the floor and walked toward Chase. I could tell that he was enraged with me.

I know what I did was crazy and reckless but you can't blame me. I don't want to stay in this place with kidnappers and murders.

When I got close to him, he grabbed me and threw me in the room. I shrieked as I landed hard on the floor, slamming my head on the tile.

He walked in and slammed the door shut, throwing the towel that he was using to clean the blood on his face with aside. He glared at me on the floor.

I reached up and gingerly touched the side of my head. It came back sticky with blood. My vision began to swim as he approached me.

I tried to stand but he grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me up. "You fucking think you could have gotten away?"

I stuggled and kicked at him but it was no use. His grip tightened on my collar as he brought his face closer to mine. "You think you could've gotten away?" he barked.

I shook my head furiously, tears beginning to prick my eyes again. I held them in, taking all my willpower not to let them flow.

He let go of my shirt only to whip his hand across my cheek, slapping me so hard it made me stagger.

My head recoiled at the hit. He had slapped me where my x cut was, making it open and begin to bleed.

"You just keep trying and trying" he growled at me. "When will you learn that you belong to me now and there's no other option."

"You're a fucking psycho" I growled at him. At this point I didn't care if I made him angry at me. I dont think he could get anymore mad anyway.

Before long, he had grabbed me and pinned me down on the bed. I wriggled in his grasp but of course he didn't let go. This was the moment I had been dreading.

"Please don't" I whispered.

"You're not a virgin are you?" he asked me. I gulped down a scream. "No."

"Then it shouldn't hurt too much" he snickered.

He moved so that I was laying down on the bed, him on top of me pinning down both of my wrists. I yanked wildly.

"I wouldn't struggle if I were you" he said wickedly. "It'll only make it worse."

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head, exposing his toned chest. My head and cheek were throbbing with pain.