Mara had always been known for her charming smile and playful personality. With a knack for pranks and a heart full of mischief, she enjoyed making random prank calls, delighting in the reactions of her unsuspecting victims. Her friends often laughed along with her, unaware that one of these harmless pranks was about to change her life forever.
It was a typical Friday evening when Mara decided to have some fun with her phone. She dialed a random number, giggling to herself as she planned her next prank. The call connected, and a deep, gravelly voice answered on the other end.
"Hello?" the man said, his tone cold and unamused.
Mara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she put on a goofy accent. "Hey, is your refrigerator running? 'Cause you better go catch it!" She burst into laughter at her own joke, expecting the call to be hung up in irritation. Instead, there was silence on the other end.
"Who is this?" the man asked, his voice sharp and demanding.
Mara, undeterred, continued in a singsong voice, "I'm the Queen of England, and I'm here to tell you that you've just won a lifetime supply of... Nothing!" She giggled again, but the man didn’t hang up. Instead, there was a strange pause.
"And what if I said you’ve just won a lifetime of my undivided attention?" he replied, his voice suddenly softer, almost amused.
Mara frowned, feeling a bit uneasy. "Uh, what do you mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough, little one. Goodbye, Mara."
Her heart skipped a beat. How did he know her name? She quickly ended the call, feeling unsettled but shrugging it off as a coincidence.
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The next few days went by without incident, and Mara nearly forgot about the strange phone call. It wasn’t until she was at her university, talking to a boy from her class, that she received another call from an unknown number.
Curious, she answered, "Hello?"
"Stay away from him," a deep, familiar voice growled.
Mara’s heart raced. "W-what? Why?" she stammered, looking around the busy campus for anyone suspicious.
"Daring, I'm only saying this because I care for that little boy’s well-being," the voice replied, sending a chill down her spine.
"W-who are you?" Mara asked, but the call ended abruptly. She stared at her phone, a mixture of confusion and fear brewing inside her. The voice had sounded so familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
Convincing herself it was just a prank, she brushed it off and continued her day, but the unease lingered. That night, as she prepared for bed, her phone buzzed with a new message.
"I told you not to do that, Bunny. You brought this upon yourself."
Mara frowned at the screen. The nickname "Bunny" made her stomach twist in knots. Who was this person? She tried to shake off the creeping dread and got ready for bed, but before she could crawl under the covers, her doorbell rang.
Annoyed, she went to the door and opened it, only to find a small box sitting on her doorstep. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and brought it inside. As she opened the box, she felt the blood drain from her face. Inside was a lifeless, pale face staring back at her.
A scream rose in her throat, but before she could release it, strong arms wrapped around her waist and mouth from behind, silencing her. She struggled, tears of terror streaming down her face.
"I warned you," the voice whispered into her ear, and she recognized it instantly—it was the man from the prank call. Panic surged through her, but her captor's grip tightened.
"Did you know that one little prank call would bring you to me?" he murmured, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. Her mind was racing, trying to comprehend what was happening, but the shock had paralyzed her. Outside, a sleek black limousine waited. He carried her inside and sat her on his lap as if she weighed nothing.
Mara tried to fight, to break free, but his grip was unyielding. "W-why?" she managed to choke out, her voice trembling.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips brushing against her neck. "Did you ever think your one prank call would lead you to the most dangerous man alive? The head of the Russian mob?" he whispered, his tone both possessive and menacing.
Mara’s eyes widened in horror. "W-what?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of cold fear in their wake. "Do you often call other men, Bunny?" he asked, his grip tightening painfully. As he spoke, he pressed a bruising kiss to her neck, marking her with a possessive hickey.
"Listen, baby... you're only mine. Only mine," he growled, pulling her closer. His lips met hers in a forceful, possessive kiss that stole her breath away.
Mara’s mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into, but one thing was clear: her life would never be the same again.
--- 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚; 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐗 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧
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