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Monae's normal life as a college student is turned upside down when she's taken from the streets of New York City and forced into human trafficking.
Her life was n...
Monae was upset. She clenched her fists, "Just who the fuck are you!?"
"I told you. I am someone who has always gotten what I wanted, and there is nothing I can't get." Blaine declared.
Blaine took a step back and held up her hand. She peeled a glove from it and Monae gasped. "I am the boss of the Nero Teschio Mafia." Just as Monae feared. She's really apart of the Mafia.
A clock rung loudly throughout the building. It notified it was 12 o'clock at night. Monae bit her lip, "I'm leaving!" Monae brushed past Blaine to leave.
"How will you do that?" Blaine asked causing Monae to stop in her tracks. "How will be able to leave Italy alone?"
"I'll find a job. I'll earn my own money to buy a plane ticket. I don't need your help!" Monae growled at Blaine.
"In that case, I have a good idea." Blaine grabbed Monae by wrapping her arms around her chest, "You can sell your body." Blaine whispered into her ear and Monae's body froze. "Forget about the 200,000 dollars you owe me. Just do your own thing. I'm sure ten clients a night will get the money you need in no time."
Monae clenched Blaine's arm and seethed through her gritted teeth, "How could... you say that to me? Let go of me!"
Blaine gripped her breasts and Monae suppressed a whimper, "Oppure si puo stare con me e mi permetta di voi fino a urlare nella piacere. (Or you can stay with me and let me take care of you until you scream in pleasure)." Blaine purred into her ear as one of her hands traveled from her breast to the space between her legs. Monae gasped as she remained frozen from shock. No matter how hard she fought the feeling she couldn't deny that she was scared out of her mind. What the hell is Blaine thinking?
"Knock it off, Blaine. You're scaring her." Andrea tried to come to the poor girl's aid yet Blaine shot her a look that made her reconsider. "Sta' zitto. (Shut up)," Blaine warned lowly before returning her attention to Monae's quivering body.
Monae soon regained her composure and elbowed Blaine right in the stomach. "Don't you ever fucking put your hands on me," she growled and Blaine rose a brow in amusement. "Listen to me and listen closely... you can't run away from me-" "-Watch me," Monae snapped and stormed her way out of the entrance.
Monae was wrong. She made a mistake. She shouldn't have let her guard down. Blaine was the kind of person who takes what she wants by force. Blaine couldn't possibly know how to love someone. It all made sense to Monae now.
"Monae!" Andrea yelled out of concern. She felt responsible. She didn't want any female out on the streets of Italy during Midnight. She knew it was dangerous. Yet, Blaine stopped her. "Don't worry about her. Leave her be. She'll learn her lesson."
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"You expect me to believe that you want to wash dishes in such an expensive suit?" The owner of a restaurant laughed at Monae. "What do you take me for?"
"But I'm se-"
SLAM
The door was slammed in Monae's face before she could even finish her sentence and she let out a sigh. This was the third shop she'd been to and it was getting late. This was harder than she thought.
She's in a foreign country with foreign people. She doesn't know whether to go left or right. What should she do!?
"Hey beautiful," hollered a voice.
Two guys approached Monae and one rested their arm on her shoulder as they leaned towards her ear, "If you're looking somewhere to work I can show you a great place. Come with us-" He grabbed her wrist and Monae denied, "No, I'm-" "C'mon!" They dragged her to a secluded area. No matter how much she struggled or fought nobody bothered to help.
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"Aye bro," The guy who grabbed Monae pushed her forward and she fell onto a mattress that rested on the floor. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back.
A older guy in a black suit appeared with some form of cigarette hanging from his lips.
He came towards her and gripped her chin, "Beautiful." A shiver ran down Monae's spine. Why? Why did she have to get herself into this situation? "Lemme see her body," He gestured and Monae backed away frantically, "No! Don't tou-!" "-It's too late! Stop putting up a fight!" The man demanded, "Aye! Help hold her down!" He snapped at two of his men.
"Stop! Just let me go!" Monae pleaded and they stripped her of the expensive suit Blane brought her. "Shut up! This suit looks expensive. What were you doing? Playing dress up," He laughed as they held her down. "Give that back!" She yelled.
A smack sounded off throughout the room and Monae's face throbbed in pain. "I told you to shut up! I'll be taking the money you make from prostitution." He easily ripped the tank top off that covered Monae's bare skin. Monae screamed and kicked but it was no use.
"Amazing. C-cups, the color, and proportion are perfect. She'll make us a lot of money," The man spoke as he fondled with her breasts. "The question is..." He began to rip off her underwear and this was when Monae knew she was fucked. "Stop..." she pleaded as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her wrists were bruising and she had no way to defend herself. This was it. He gripped her quivering knees and exposed her to everyone in the room.
"It's beautiful," A wretched smile spread across the man's face. "She's got to be a virgin. Come fastidioso, (How annoying)." He then sighed and looked to his men, "Addestrarla. (Train her)."
One of his men came from a corner with a grin on his face and Monae didn't understand. That was until he began to unbuckle the belt to his pants.
Monae's heart dropped in that instant and she screamed at the top of her lungs, "BLAAAINE!"
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