His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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I screamed bloody murder, thrashing about my spot, not knowing what the hell he was doing, or what the hell was going on. I continued to scream and wail, my eyes fogging with tears, hardly able to see, as my surroundings spun around me.

"Stop screaming, bitch!" he roared.

He opened the door to a room, and threw me inside, causing me to fall hard against the floor, with a painful smack. My head seared in pain, hardly able to focus on my surroundings, as I felt all of the sanity I had inside of me...

Leave my damn body.

"Why have you brought me here?" I screamed. "What have I done?"

"You're a real fucking pretty woman, doll face," he rasped, lunging towards me, as I let out another blood-curdling wail. I rolled away from him, biting down on my lip so hard that it tore, and blood started spilling out of it.

"Leave me alone!" I bellowed.

"Not a chance. With an ass that big, when you're wearing a dress that tight... I'd be a fool to let this chance slide," he growled, licking his lips, taking his belt off, loosening his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor.

I clapped my hands to my face in horror, feeling like I was suffocating. Feeling like the walls were closing in on me, and I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't fucking breathe.

I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't allow this man to take advantage of me.

Just when I thought the night had been going well, after the man at the bar had been dealt with...

This man had to spring up out of nowhere.

He hurled at me again, but I kicked him, hard, before he could land on me, causing him to topple backwards and lose his balance.

I staggered to my feet, kicking my heels off and running towards the door desperately, needing to get away, but I felt another blood-curdling scream leap out of my mouth, as the man grabbed hold of my leg, causing me to fall down again, as he dragged me towards him.