Diesel

Diesel

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"She's clean," he said. "Lucia Conti. Nineteen. Untouched. Obedient." Obedient. Like a doll. Diesel's eyes snapped to him. Then back to me. His lips pressed into a hard, thin line. "This her?" His voice was low, cold as steel. "Yes," the man said. Diesel didn't move immediately. He watched me, slow and deliberate, like a predator deciding how to claim his prey. Then he crouched down to my eye level. His hand closed around my chin, fingers rough and sure. "You afraid of me, Lucia?" His voice was harsh, a blade cutting through the thick silence.
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When a beautiful African girl just starting her adulthood is kidnapped from her country and sold off to the Mafia, her life does a full 360. Will she be able to cope? ############### *She quickly gets on her knees and bows in front of me. "What are you atoning for?" I ask "I b-broke your cologne. I didn't mean to. I s-swear, it was a mistake. I was wiping the counter and I didn't see it, all I saw was the bottle broken on the floor and the carpet wet." She explains panicky. "And?" I ask trying not to sound amused. The sight in front of me is pleasing. The things I do to women on thier knees "I accept whatever punishment the Don gives" she says*

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