Jasmine De Leon, 22, heir to the Spanish mafia , a cold-hearted ruthless assassin, who's trying to keep her past hidden.
Vincenzo Salvatore, 24, heir to the Italian mafia, a heartless, arrogant don, who's trying to escape his twisted mind.
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⚠️warning mentions of rape and abuse⚠️
14 years old
"Mamma what are they going to do now?" I ask mom. The Bratva have kept us here for about four months I think. We don't know where we are or how we're going to escape. If we ever escape. They are keeping us in a room which only has a single mattress and a small bathroom in the corner, the only light we have is through a caged hole in the wall.
"I don't know Jasmine. But we'll be ok." She held onto me.
"Mamma, I'm scared." I sob into her shoulder.
"You don't have to be scared as long as you are with me. You don't have to worry my butterfly."
Then the door smashes open. "Take her." The guy says in Russian, then two men walk in, grab mom's arm and pull her out of the bed, another one pulls me away. I try to fight back with every kick but it doesn't work.
"No please, don't hurt my daughter! Please!"
"Mamma!" I scream. This isn't the first time they've done this. They take her out of the room and I'm left alone with a soldier. He grabs me by the shoulders and lowers me onto the mattress so I'm lying on my stomach, he ties my hands behind my back and I kick him in the groin and he winces in pain. I try to sit back up but another man pushes me back onto the mattress.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I grit as he holds my neck down.
"Shut up!" He spits. He aggressively grabs my legs and separates them.
"No please!" I cry. He rips off my underwear and pushes himself into me, and I scream. I try to kick him off but it doesn't work. He thrust into me even harder.
"Please! Stop, please!" I plead and plead but he doesn't listen, I try to lift my head up but he slams my neck down. Then he pulls out and groans with pleasure, with no disgust or remorse on his face.
He raped me.
I lay on the mattress, unable to move. "Mamma, where are you?" I mummer. Then the door opens and mom stumbles in with a bloody nose and her face drenched with tears.
"Jasmine?" She looks at me, but I can't move. "Jasmine! No!" She comes over to me and unties my hands. She slowly lifts me up and brings me closer to her chest, and I cry into her shoulder. I look down at my dress.
Blood.
"Mamma. He raped me... he raped me."
"I'm sorry Jasmine. I'm so sorry." She helps me walk into the bathroom and starts washing me. The water turns pink under my feet and my tears mix in with the water. "Look at me baby. I will get us out of here. I promise." Then she kisses my head. She helps me snuggle in with her and she sings me her lullaby but I don't sleep.
They do this to me every month. ____________
15 years old
It's been ten months now since we've been held captive. Each day has been the same, a soldier brings as one meal that me and my mom have to share, she lets me eat the most. They bring us a change of clothes once a week. I don't know what they want or why they've kept here and why we're being treated like this. Mom convinces me everyday that dad is on his way to save us, I believe her because he would go to hell and back for the people he loves. But it's been almost a year and he hasn't come.
