The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

05

Positivity Corner:

Somethings will always separate you, no matter how much you are connected.

I thought being gagged and tied up was sexy in a way.

It wasn't.

It was painful and scary and it hurt.

And the room smelled of fucking old books, and stale air as if it hasn't been cleaned in ages and as if countless rats and roaches has been deed for centuries.

Ew. Rats.

I yank the restrains trying to get myself loose from the armed chair but nothing works.

I've been sitting here gagged for hours. After trying to scream for some minutes, I realised it's not really helping because it wasn't a cloths or anything.

It was a ball, a hard silicon ball, shoved between my teeth preventing me from any kind of jaw muscle movement.

It hurt. It was epitome of pain I received in my twenty year of life.

Who would've thought that the man behind the dark shades was equally a bastard as the televisions portrayed him to be.

Even though it was dark still when he had came into this room and demanded for me to talk.

I mean, talk what?

And then he straight up asks if we've ever fucked.

Yes, honey. In my dreams. Every night. I wanted to say.

There was no lying that I was obsessed with the eldest of the trio ever since their rusty rumors broke out on the media channels.

I mean.

He was hot.

He was the kind of the man who would have any women, any women on her knees with just one look of his eyes.

But he was also a kind of an asshole.

Empty aside from the feeling of some sort of savage happiness in peoples discomfort.

Asshole. A disturbing asshole is what he was to keep a girl tied up in his library for over hours without the curtsey of food or water or basic help.

I felt like I could cry.

It was that uncomfortable.