Bought By A Possessive Mafia Lord

In Hell

Kayla jerked awake when the car came to a stop and looked out of the window in confusion. It was a long ride and she had fallen asleep at some point, and now she was in a strange place, miles away from her city.

Both of the men got out of the car and one of them rounded the vehicle to open the door for her. Terror struck her features when she realized that it was scar face who stood outside.

"I see you had a great sleep" Bruce remarked as his eyes sized her up. Feeling his intruding gaze on her chest, she unconsciously wrapped her arms around herself in a protective way, depriving him of the view.

Immediately his nose flared in anger and he reached to grab her wrist in a painful grip.

"You will regret doing that" He gritted out and put pressure on her wrist, causing her to yelp in pain.

"What's going on?" Bradford asked from the other side of the car and instantly Bruce loosened his hold.

"Nothing boss. She's refusing to get out" Bruce replied sharply and yanked her out of the vehicle. Kayla stumbled as her feet landed on the ground but before she could gather her bearings, Bruce dragged her along with him. When they reached where Bradford stood, Bruce let go of her hand and pushed her forward, motioning her to walk in front of them.

With tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, she carried herself inside a huge mansion that was adorned with guards in every corner. Every one of them bowed their heads respectfully to Bradford who walked two steps behind her.

The real shock came to her only when they walked into the huge main hall. Her heart began trembling with fear when she saw hundreds of women and teenage girls moving inside, all of them busy with one task or the other. Bruises and punch marks colored their pale skins blue and black. Each of the girls a black leather collar around their necks and it was no doubt that they were treated like animals.

A sharp sound of a glass shattering drew her attention to the extreme left side of the hall. A girl was on the ground, scrambling to get on her feet. The guard who stood near came forward and Kayla thought that he would help her. But instead, he kicked the girl's stomach, dodging her body into the pile of broken glass.

A gasp of shock left Kayla's lips as she stood rooted to the spot, forgetting the fact that she was supposed to keep walking. But all the other girls continued to do their jobs, completely unfazed by what was going on.

"S-Sorry Master. I'm sorry" Kayla heard the girl on the floor plead as her skin bled from broken glass. The guard crouched down to the level of the girl and grabbed her by the throat, causing the girl's eyes to go round. The poor girl thrashed in his grip, lusting for the air he was cutting off. In less than ten seconds the girl's body stopped trembling and became still.

"F*cking cunt" the man spat on the lifeless girl's face and dumped her body back on the ground.

By now Kayla was heaving, her mind going hazy and unable to register the fact that she just witnessed a cold-blooded murder. She has heard of monsters, but never though that she would have the misfortune of meeting them in person. Kayla was also deeply disturbed by the other girls' attitude of being unbothered about the murder; But from that incident alone, she could deduct something. It was a daily occurrence in their lives.

"Keep going. I don't have time to put on a show for you" Bradford instructed sternly and gave her a push from behind. It was only then did Kayla come back to earth. She instantly obeyed the command to avoid angering him and forced her legs to move in the direction of a stair case.

All the slaves had their gaze lowered to the floor and no one dared to look up as Kayla and the men walked past them.

With every step of the stair case that she conquered, Kayla felt her feathers of freedom being plucked away mercilessly. If not today then tomorrow, she would also be tortured and be made like one of those countless number of girls downstairs.