Bloodlust

one | her.

⚕present time ⚕

Belladonna

工 woke to a sharp pain stabbing me in my lower stomach.

I scanned my surroundings, only to see me in "our" master bedroom. I slowly and gently pried the thick cotton sheets off of me. I slowly and shakily walked towards the bathroom and did my routine.

"He", said that some important guests or rather, "mafia dons", in his words, were coming to visit. He gave me my daily slutty outfit the night before, which I hated, but put it on, as I had no choice of any other clothes. He said I should be grateful as these ones were "better" than the rest, wanting me to impress the guests. This time, it was a plain pink, shiny, tight dress that revealed way too much of cleavage and my ass was nearly out. It was paired with a silver choker and chromatic pink stiletto heels.

I was a high demand 'prostitute', which is why I got slightly better treatment, not that it was different anyways. I just got more privileges, in terms of where I sleep, where I get to go in this hellhole, the men I get and what I 'do'.

He never trained me as a mafia woman, of course, because I was sold to him only to satisfy him, plus women in the mafia are seen as weaknesses, which is kinda true, but they shouldn't underestimate us.

There are eyes everywhere, so I basically can't try anything. If I don't do my job properly, I would get beaten and raped, same then left to bleed out; same goes for trying anything.

Most of the prostitutes here were real sluts, while others weren't, they were just like me. It was mostly the younger ones, who didn't get a choice, like the 9-17 year olds. There were only a few though, the rest of them were bitches or decided to become a whore because they couldn't stand the pain.

The only reason most of them disliked me was because, I was high demand, while they weren't. I got a better and healthier? place to stay in and different treatment, while they didn't and I was "theirs" while they weren't. I don't understand why they should be jealous of me, because of some monsters in the first place anyways.

I was snapped out my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. I moved the choker around my neck and did a once over before rushing to the door in alarm, trying not fall at the same time.

wait - "they" don't knock dumbass.
oh right.

I slowed down my pace when I realised it could be one of the other girls. I opened the door, only to be met with a little girl, who looked to be around the age of 7. With her head lowered, she mumbled, "master's calling you."

"I'll be down in second sweetie," I gently smiled at her, crouching down in front of her. She returned my smile and ran off to her dorm or cell, not wanting be here any longer or caught, because of him.

I took a deep breath, before heading downstairs. I began to get nervous, as I heard deep and slightly familiar voices speaking. I frowned but pushed my thoughts aside. I gulped and took another shaky breath, before entering.

All the voices stopped and all 4 pairs of eyes were on me. I just bowed my head and went over to stand next to him.

"Ah, моя маленькая шлюха (my little slut/whore), what a pleasant surprise. Say hello to these gentlemen," he gave me a sickly sweet smile, making me want to gag.

"H-Hell-Hello," I stuttered. These men were very strong and could probably snap me with their pinky. I gulped and avoided their curious eyes.

The older one nodded stiffly, while the slightly younger one nodded and gave me a small smile. Me, being me, smiled back.

what? it was contagious!

The other, "he", noticed this and growled, pulling me onto his lap, making me flinch. The two men seemed to notice this, but didn't comment.

"Now, let's get back to business," he smiled.

"There's no point in this. You disappeared from the face of the earth 20 years ago and now you suddenly decided to show up to make some ridiculous business deal. Making unexpected attacks and running away, what a coward," the younger one's deep voice scoffed.

"This is over. It was not a pleasure doing business with you. Goodbye," the older one stood up, sending chills down my spine.

"N-No. Wait! I can... give you her," he tried again.

woah... i've never seen him this desperate before. he never gave me up... not that i'm complaining, but i'd use any excuse to get the fuck outta here, even if they were the same as him.

"We don't do that kind of business Vladimir and believe me I will end your mafia and break all of theses "rings" you have going on," the older one spoke coldly.

"At least give her a chance, I mean look at her, she's quite high demand too and besides, I'm getting kind of bored with her now. We could sell you to her for a while, then you give her back to me, because I can't let her go, she's mine. If you want more girls, we can sell them to you and-and maybe, we could become allies and share this business," he rambled, as one of the guards rubbed his over my thigh, intoxicated by me, the deal going into one ear, and out through the other.

"It's a good deal. Let's put all of this "feud" past us and become the most strongest mafia in the world, combined. What say eh?" Vladimir smirked, after a few minutes of pending silence.

BLOODLUST

short, i know, but i promise they will get longer and interesting. just.. give it a chance.

vittoria <3