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I approached Robin’s mansion, a flicker of hope igniting within me. Maybe he’d regret after that, maybe it was just a mistake and I could forgive him. I love him and want to make things right. With each step, I imagined his smile, and the warmth of his embrace. But as I reached the grand entrance, the door stood wide open, an unsettling invitation.

“Robin?” I called softly as I stepped inside, my voice echoing through the empty halls.

Silence hung in the air, thick and oppressive. I ventured deeper, a knot forming in my stomach. “Robin?” I tried again, but the only response was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

Then I heard it—a laughter that sent chills down my spine. It drifted from upstairs, sultry and mocking. I hesitated, dread pooling in my chest, but curiosity drew me closer.

I climbed the staircase, each step heavier than the last. The laughter morphed into whispers, and I pressed myself against the wall outside a door, straining to hear.

“...she was just a pawn,” Rob
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  • Cruel Mafia's Slave   22

    I approached Robin’s mansion, a flicker of hope igniting within me. Maybe he’d regret after that, maybe it was just a mistake and I could forgive him. I love him and want to make things right. With each step, I imagined his smile, and the warmth of his embrace. But as I reached the grand entrance, the door stood wide open, an unsettling invitation.“Robin?” I called softly as I stepped inside, my voice echoing through the empty halls.Silence hung in the air, thick and oppressive. I ventured deeper, a knot forming in my stomach. “Robin?” I tried again, but the only response was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.Then I heard it—a laughter that sent chills down my spine. It drifted from upstairs, sultry and mocking. I hesitated, dread pooling in my chest, but curiosity drew me closer.I climbed the staircase, each step heavier than the last. The laughter morphed into whispers, and I pressed myself against the wall outside a door, straining to hear.“...she was just a pawn,” Rob

  • Cruel Mafia's Slave   21

    “Obey me.”“And what if I refuse?” I challenged my voice barely above a whisper.His smile faltered, replaced by a flash of anger.“Then I will torture you to death,” he said simply as if it were inevitable. “But first, there’s something I need to know. May be It will help.”He stepped back, his eyes narrowing as he studied me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Then, with a chilling calm, he asked the question I’d dreaded.“Are you a virgin? Tell me Robin even touched you?” The question hung in the air, thick with implication. My stomach twisted, a wave of nausea rising in my throat. I stared at him, disgust and fury boiling beneath the surface.“What does it matter?” I snapped, my voice laced with defiance. “I’m not one of your toys. You don’t own me.”His hand shot out, gripping my wrist in an iron grip, yanking me toward him. His face was inches from mine now, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. “Everything about you matters to me,” he growled. “Your body, your min

  • Cruel Mafia's Slave   20

    The heavy door slammed shut, the echo ringing in my ears long after Aris had disappeared. My chest heaved as I fought to regain control, the bitter taste of his last words still lingering on my tongue. His question—are you a virgin?—hung in the air like a cruel joke. The audacity, the arrogance, it only fueled the fire burning deep inside me.I paced the room again, the walls feeling even closer now, suffocating in their coldness. He was testing me, pushing my limits. But he didn’t know me. He didn’t understand that every insult, and every bruise he left behind only strengthened my resolve. He thought he could cage me, and control me like the others, but I would not be broken. Not by him.I glanced toward the door, my mind already calculating my next move. Escape wasn’t just a fantasy—it was a necessity. The way he looked at me today, that twisted hunger in his eyes, told me I didn’t have much time. I needed to find a way out before things got worse before he did something even more u

  • Cruel Mafia's Slave   19

    Each step I took was calculated, my eyes scanning for hidden doors or unguarded exits. The heavy iron gates outside might as well have been a mountain, and I knew Aris had men watching every inch of this place. But I was determined to find a way.I kept to the shadows, slipping past rooms that held no interest to me. My heart pounded as I passed the kitchen, glancing quickly to see the other slaves working in silence, their faces pale and devoid of hope. They didn’t look at me, but I knew they felt the same oppressive weight I did.The difference was, I wasn’t like them.I wouldn’t break.As I neared the far side of the mansion, a door caught my attention, slightly ajar. Beyond it was a small courtyard surrounded by tall walls. Freedom? Maybe.My pulse quickened, and I edged closer, glancing over my shoulder to ensure no one was watching. The faintest hint of fresh air drifted through the crack. I reached out to open the door when a sharp voice pierced through the silence.“Where do y

  • Cruel Mafia's Slave   Chapter 18

    As I finished, two figures appeared at the door, their faces twisted with something that made my stomach churn—hatred.I clenched my fists as the two girls stepped into the room, their sneers doing nothing to quell the fury boiling inside me.I wasn’t here to cower. I wasn’t about to let them walk all over me just because they'd been here longer. Their hatred rolled off them like poison, but I was no stranger to bitterness."Couldn't even make breakfast right, huh?" she muttered, crossing her arms. Her voice dripped with contempt.The second slave, a smaller woman with a pale face and icy blue eyes, stepped forward, nudging a broken piece of plate with her foot. "You think you’re special just because Master decided to drag you in here?" Her voice was soft, but the malice in her tone cut deeper than any loud insult could.I stayed silent, my head bowed, hoping to avoid whatever storm was brewing between them. They didn’t owe me anything—least of all kindness."Pathetic," the taller wom

  • Cruel Mafia's Slave   Chapter 17

    I gasped in pain as I tried to rise from the bed, my legs throbbing with such intensity that the mere thought of walking seemed impossible. He had been far too rough last night. There was no mistaking it—gentleness wasn't a part of him, at least not with me. After a few agonizing attempts, I managed to sit up, just as the door creaked open. A maid entered, balancing a tray of coffee in her hands.Without meeting her gaze, I bowed my head as she set the tray on a table at the far end of the room."Good morning," she greeted politely, but I remained silent. "Master wants you to prepare his breakfast."A bitter smile tugged at my lips at the mention of him. Slowly, I stood, grabbing my dress—though it was torn beyond repair. There was no way I could wear it."I’ll wash myself first, and then you can take me to the kitchen so I can start," I said, cutting her off mid-sentence. She nodded, offering no further words of comfort. They wouldn’t help anyway; I had long since accepted my fate.I

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