"In the shadows of her past, Ivory's life is a dark and twisted labyrinth. But her greatest reason for living is her daughter-the spark that keeps her from succumbing to the darkness that has consumed her.
When she's forced to team up with Salvador...
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TRIGGER WARNING : VIOLENCE, ABUSE, CURSING*
Chapter|1|
"Don't fuck with me, Capo; I'm a girl who likes results when you make promises."
"Don't forget which one of us is the boss," he stated, hands firmly gripping her waist as he made strong eye contact with the beauty in front of him.
"Don't forget who has the bigger balls, baby," she said seductively in his ear before turning and swaying her hips invitingly to the door.
A cold world, one she had learned to embrace, conquering every obstacle she got thrown her way. A woman playing a man's game by using her beauty, deceptive nature, and the one thing she has over most: a calculated brain. Raised and whipped into the shape of a servant but threw the blood of the predators, she rose to be a queen. Currently, she still had some people to make sure they understood who she was.
Sitting on the bar stool, adorning an innocent, damsel-distress aura, she awaited the attraction to her fitted dress, showing off her perfectly melanated skin as the curves of her body were perfectly showcased in the satin dress she wore.
"What's a sweet looking girl like you doing in such a place?красивый" he said, asserting himself and believing that she was going to be his prey for the night. There was one issue though, she wasn't the girl he could do his inhumane acts to; she was the girl that would cut his dick off and make him eat it for all the girls he stripped of their livelihood and sent to a place where they were physically still living but their souls had been long lost.
"I seemed to have been stood up, so I decided to sip on this drink, hoping that eventually I would attract some company."
He chuckled lightly before inviting her to his private section. Following his lead, she was led to a room adorned with a red light and furniture fitted for the surroundings the room created.
"Can I get you another drink сексуальный"
"Of course, that would be lovely." She said politely as she sat on the chair, crossing her legs elegantly.
There he stood, pouring the unknown powder into the glass he was about to give her. He was such a foolish man, so controlled by his dick, that he failed to make sure that he had protection when he was behind here. You could not hear a sound or anything. He could be under attack right now and nobody would hear a thing. Why would he care, though? what was a sweet, innocent girl going to do? She pulled the gun from under her dress and sat waiting for him to turn around .
A worried, frantic look adorned his face when he noticed his situation, and he tried his best to move to the exit. Unfortunately, he had already been cornered, and there was nowhere to go but submit to the torchers she had in store for him.
"Что случилось, сладкий, испугался маленькой девочки с пистолетом? Что я могу вам сделать? Я даже не знаю, как работать с такой техникой." {What's the matter, sweetie, scared of a little girl with a gun? What could I possibly do to you? I don't even know how to work such machinery.} She said, she was amused by the fear he had.
A shot to his leg echoed through the room. That was only a warning, or what you call a pregame, she inflicted for a light laugh. He crouched on the floor, bent over, as screams erupted from his weak frame.
"Не волнуйся, дорогая, это было даже не начало."{Don't worry sweetie that wasn't even the beginning}
PAST
"Я хочу, чтобы она была моей. Очистите ее, оденьте в красивое нижнее белье и уложите в мою постель."I want her to be mine. Clean her up, get her in some nice lingerie, and put her in my bed.
It didn't matter that the innocent sixteen-year-old screamed and cried; she was just another tool to please his lust. A sadistic man in a castle with power, sending every man to his knees. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The maids, as he said, tidied her kinky natural hair into a slicked bun, forced her small innocent frame into the revealing piece of clothing, and left her laid out tied to the bed of the devil.
What could her parents do? Her mother had left her alcoholic father years ago, but he continued to gamble and sold his own daughter for another taste of the white or brown liquor. That was his euphoria and an innocent baby girl now discovering the world didn't matter. She remembered the face of her mother as she lay on the ground, screaming her lungs out to the Lord, praying that he would forgive her and help her daughter out. The weak frame of the fairly aged woman stood no chance against the tall, muscular-built Russians who stood in their living room.
He walked into the room, trailing his eyes on her chained-up body. "Бедный малыш, не плачь, я о тебе позабочусь."{Poor baby, don't you cry; I'll take great care of you.} He kissed her lips softly and she tried to turn her head to help with disgust she felt but his strong grip caused her body to be weak under him.
From then on, she would train during the day and, at night, be his cumbucket for him to breed. It was only a matter of time before the metallic tides, and uncomfortable changes in her young body came. It didn't take long, and by her 17th birthday, she had already been a child mother to a young baby girl. She loved her with all her heart but seeing her face caused her so much pain. The cycle of having to lay with her father every night and be put under intense training had become more and more rearing on her body. She knew he would never hurt his daughter, and when she had the opportunity—when he had finally set her free—she ran. It didn't mean that she loved her any less, but staying would surely result in a cruel death, which she didn't want.
She was now 20, and every morning and night when she wasn't working, she would spend her nights releasing soft tears for her baby girl. She hoped that one day she could return and kill him for all the hurt he brought to her life. Her story is why she hates such predators and has dedicated parts of her life to getting rid of them, hoping one day when her daughter grows older there is a lesser chance of her being found by any of the scum she once had to deal with. In truth, though he caused her to experience the most inhumane situations, she could never regret having the most beautiful thing in her existence: her daughter.
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