CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA BUTCHER

Daphne I crouched to inspect the damage the stranger had done to my boyfriend and I was glad I stepped in, kilan would have been unrecognisable if I didn't. The man stood and removed his hoodie.I dragged my eyes away from Kilan and looked at him. The black shirt hiding under the hoodie came to view.The soft light from the moon and the slight blur in my eyes didn't give me a clear picture of the man before me, but I could still see some of his features. The man was tall, very tall. His slightly messy black hair shone under the moonlight, looking like still waters at dusk. His face was firm and he looked like he was trying to suppress anger. His chest heaved slightly, the black top doing little to hide the lines of his physique that flexed with his movements. He was…enchanting but gave off a dangerous aura. He moved to my side and his eyes fixed on me, I couldn't make out the colour of his eyes in the darkness but I knew they bore no warmth. He inspe

Daphne Evening drew near but the preparations in the mansion still dragged on. The feeling of my room walls caving in, trying to suffocate me made me jerk upright from the bed I had been laying in all day. I pushed myself into the bathroom and took a shower, to cool my head, wore fitted jeans and a white T-shirt that hung loosely around me. Then I looked out my window, the sun had gone down and the moon began to glow in the sky. If I would be able to get through till tomorrow, I needed a break, air, comfort, whatever. I needed something. I was not one to smoke but damn, I needed a stick of cigarette. Eyeing myself in my vanity mirror, I noticed the dark eye bags underneath my eyes and sighed. No cigarettes, no comfort, no break all I was left with was air. So I slipped out of the house, thankful that everyone was occupied. The cold night breeze blew my hair up and touched the back of my neck, I shivered. Nice. Walking out of the estate a few of the neighbours spotted me and tried

Salvador She lay on the bed. A faint sound, almost a snore, emanated from her lips. She must have been tired. “Dante,” I murmured. He was brazen enough to set his eyes on what's mine. Whatever deity he worshipped had mercy on him and granted him a swift demise, he would have been squirming beneath me begging for death. I watch her for some time, her lashes fluttering and her mouth moving to form small words, mumbling inaudible things. I dragged the duvet further up her body, covering her shoulders and tucking her in. This was not my first time watching her sleep. I've watched her for six years, meticulously and she had never suspected a thing. But seeing her peacefully sleeping on my bed made the darkness I tried to suppress stir. Soon I will envelop her, claim her in every possible way, make her mine, make her fall in love with dark ecstacy so much so she would never look away from me. She belongs to me, soul, body, and mind. Every atom of her is mi

Daphne I woke up to the scent of lavender. I slowly pried my eyes open, surveying my surroundings. “My room?” I asked myself, jolting from the bed in a swift motion but instantly regretting it.“Shit!” I winced when a migraine hit me so hard I had to slow my movements and pat my temple to dull out the sting. The first thing I did after the migraine calmed was feel my thigh to be sure the poison was secure. I breathed out a sigh of relief when I felt the smooth edges of the mini bottle. I looked around properly taking in what was before me. This was my room or better put, a visual representation of my original room. At first glance it looked like my room in my father's mansion but on closer inspection, it was just similar and the difference was subtle. For a minute I thought everything that had happened was all a nightmare but I guess I was still in it. The room was quite larger than mine, the beige painting on the wall glistened like stars. The whit

Salvador She threw tantrums on the first few days of her confinement, requesting from the maids that brought her food that she wanted to speak with me, she barely ate any of the food she was given and I held myself from going over there and shoving the food down her throat myself.She ate better over the next week, gaining energy to fight with the maids and trying her best to break out of the room. On the fourth day of the third week, she changed. She woke up, took a bath, and dressed in simple thigh length short and an oversized T-shirt. She picked one of the books on the shelf and flipped it open looking at it for a while before immersing herself in its world. By noon she was eating while reading. My little butterfly must have finally understood the situation she was in. I lit a cigarette and dragged in a good amount of the smoke before exhaling slowly through my nose. Watching her. My phone beeped and I tilted my head to see who it was.“Don.” A voice said from the other end.