His Delicate Flame

chapter 32- krista and Sofia

"You should not have done that miss. The master has very little tolerance to disobedience."

A meek voice came to Julie.

It was one of the maids who had witnessed her attack on Donald. She was now helping the other dress her.

"What are your names?"

"I'm Krista and that's Sofia."

Julie turned to the other girl and gave a genuine smile. "You have my mother's name."

"She does not speak my lady. She had made noise when the master was with her and he punished her."

"Did he command her to stop speaking."

"He made sure she never spoke again."

Wow. What a dick. Julie thought.

The little man had rushed out as soon as his men had secured Julie on the bed. Julie could not help but feel smug about how he scampered out with his tail tucked between his legs. Weakling.

"How did you get here?" Julie asked the girls changing the subject.

"Master bought us." Krista replied.

Although human trafficking and  trading was common in the mafia world, her father had frowned upon it. And Julie also noticed that Alessio did not dabble in it also. Julie abhorred it. Selling another human was another level of wrong for her.

"Do you wish to be free?"

"Even if we wished it, it's next to impossible to escape this house. There are guards everywhere. Plus where will I go. At least here I have food, shelter and clothes."

"As long as you behave."

" You learn that it's for the best that way."

Just as she finished speaking the door banged open. And Donald literally stomped in.

"Out." He screamed at the poor girls who hightailed as fast as they could with their heads bowed.

Donald was fuming. And Julie snickered when she saw the reason why.

His nose had been broken and he had a big plaster like dressing on it. He looked horrible. His tongue was obviously sore from the way he had it slightly hung out. He looked like a panting dog.

His two goons came in with him and at his nod they approached her.

One had a gagging ball and tied it on her while the other held her head up. After they made sure she could not talk or bite their boss again. They moved her from the bed.

Her hands and feet were cuffed together again her neck collared. Julie was dragged from the bed and was made to kneel before Donald.

He did not say anything to her just glared at her. Julie scoffed at the wannabe mafia boss's glare. But she did not miss the nod he threw behind her or the smirk on his face at her gasp.

For the first time she showed him a true reaction. Pain and shock.

The guard behind had whipped her.

Julie had been watching and waiting for Donald's move she had not been paying mind to the two guards.

When the second lashing came she was ready. And the disappointment on Donald's face would have made her laugh if she was not trying to keep a passive expression.

Ten lashes.

Ten excruciatingly painful lashes on her back. Luckly only one or two broke her skin and would likely scar.

After that she was dragged back to the bed and tied with her back up then the guards left. At first she thought it was mercy so that she would not sleep on her bruised back.

That is until she heard the sound of a belt buckle and zipper.

Julie was defenceless.

She had absolutely no way to stop him.

Donald kept true to his promise.

She felt his every move.

Every breath one her neck.

Every grunt.

Him sweating as he had his was with her.

And she couldn't see him nor could her see the murder she promised with her eyes.

Julie made no sound. Only her assailant's grunts and groans could be heard.

When he finally found his release, dirtying her with his seed she had planned his slow and painful demise with no mercy.