My Mafia Marriage

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Author's note: Hey beautiful reader! Thank you so much for picking my story. My story definitely isn't the best, but I've worked so hard on it, so I hope you enjoy it!

Please don't leave mean comments since I'm not an author, and there will most likely be mistakes. It'd be helpful if you nicely point them out, and I'll do my best to fix them.

This story is also for mature audiences only. There is swearing, adult content, smut, and triggering subjects like r*pe, abuse, gore, violence, and killing. If any of those topics make you uncomfortable, please don't read my story. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable in any way. You have been warned!

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As I stare at myself in the mirror, all I see is an empty shell of a woman staring back at me. Wavy brown hair flows down to my lower back while lifeless hazel eyes stare back at me. My full pink lips form a permanent frown. My tan-ish skin is bantered with scars and bruises from years of abuse I've endured. As a 22-year-old woman, I can officially say that my life is hell.

My name is Natalia Miller. I'm 22 years old and about 5 feet 1 inch tall. Most would say I'm short, but I call it fun-sized. I'm single, and I've been single for a few years now. That's pretty much everything normal about me.

Now let's address the hell of my life. My parents passed away in a car accident when I was a few years old. I do not remember them much, but I always dream about seeing them again as I don't remember so little as their appearance. After their accident, I was forced into a foster home since I seemingly have no other living family members. That's where my hell starts. That's where I met Mike, the monster every child fears is hiding in their closet or under their bed.

Mike is a name that will always send shivers down my spine. Once he stole me from the foster home, he had me working many jobs from a young age so I could help him afford his drug addiction. I work so much I barely have any time for myself. I'm practically his slave, and I can't do anything to rebel.

The monster not only makes me work unreasonable hours and forces me to do all the house chores; he also abuses me. Since he first stole me, he has hit me, punched me, and verbally abused me every day. My life has been a living hell with him.

He has done unspeakable things to me since I was a mere child. A child; who should be protected by her loved ones, yet instead, I'm beaten and degraded every day. I have no money for myself since he takes every penny I earn, so I can't even leave. I'm stuck with him, and I have been for years.

The one time I tried to leave his ties, he caught me before I could even leave the house. He noticed me saving some money from my monthly paychecks and knew what I was planning, so he beat me so severely that I fell into a coma for a few weeks. With no medical treatment, I believed I would finally die and get to meet my parents, but life is cruel. For some reason, I survived, and to this day, I don't understand why I still fight for my life, knowing I'll never escape from him.

"Natalia!" Mike growled out, shaking me to the core.

My tiny frame trembled in fear as I detect his heavy footsteps stomping towards me with urgency. From the sound of his rage-filled voice that haunts my nightmares and his rapid stomping, I know he isn't happy.

Once he finally came into view, I observed the face that makes my stomach churn in disgust. He has long greasy gray hair, big bushy eyebrows, dry crusty thin lips that match his pale, milky skin. He always wears dirty, torn clothes that I can smell from a mile away as he rarely showers or takes care of himself. He is a fairly muscular elder man, which gives him power over me and my small frame. I could never overpower him with my little to no muscles and tiny frame, and trust me, I've tried.