Mafia's Desires

The night was dark, and it brought a chilling ambience with it.

Mea had never been more terrified in her life, never been more frightened of what her fate would be. Not even when she was tied, and gagged, and beaten by her clients, she was not this terrified then.

She had always known what to expect, she could tell the kind of client just by looking at him. She could tell if he was the kind who loved to tie her to poles why they did it, or punish her before he could get aroused.

She had come to understand and learned to study her clients, which in turn allowed her to prepare herself for whatever the client was planning to dish out to her.

But tonight was different. 

Maybe it was because of the way his knuckles brushed her skin so tenderly. Or probably because of the unreadable gaze that he held. Mea could not tell.

But as much as her inability to read his mind terrified her, there was something there… Something that made her shudder, and swallow her saliva over and over till her tongue was dry.

He was dangerous, and she had to find a way to escape him. 

Suddenly, she could hear footsteps approaching. He'd left her in this apartment for about two hours_or more. But he'd returned… She had to defend herself. 

Why didn't she think quickly? Why was she thinking of this now? She could run to the kitchen for a knife, but there was no time, she could already hear the key being slid into the keyhole. 

She looked around her, her heart was racing hard against her chest. Her breath was coming in gaps, she had to defend herself, she had to hide…

She heard the door click, and without much thought in her head, she dived for the empty vase that sat on a side table, and ran to hide behind a curtain.

She held the vase close to her chest with one hand and covered her mouth tightly with the other hand. Desperately and silently, she prayed to God. Prayed he didn't notice her.

Silent footsteps, she could hear it. Could sense his presence, and once again she swallowed down hard.

She didn't hear his footsteps again, he had paused… looking for her, probably. 

This was her chance, she'd slip up quietly from behind him and… 

"Ahhh!!!" she charged at him with rage… Not so quietly. 

And that was her mistake. Her voice had alerted him, and quickly, much faster than she had expected, he slid out of the way, cleverly dodging her attack.

A shriek escaped her lips as he viciously grabbed her wrist with one hand and her waist with the other. Pulling her close to his body, but she was not about to give in so easily. 

She shrieked and fought and she had no idea when he had pressed her upon a nearby couch, straddling her, pressing her down with his entire weight.

His lips curled into a grin, but it didn't reach his eyes, it was a plastic smile. Fake, wicked, devious… Everything evil was in that one grin. 

"I'll take that." His voice was commanding, and yet cool. Firm and calm, and despite her terrified self, she felt that voice deep in her stomach and it did something to her. Something she couldn't begin to explain.

He yanks the vase out of her trembling hands. "Do you even know how much that costs?" He breathed the words out. 

She eyed him wickedly, holding back the tears that stung her eyes, ``I don't care! I don't give a damn! Just let me go! What do you want to do with me? Why have you brought me here you freak!`` But as much as she wanted to yell these words out loud and lash at him, the words just didn't form in her mouth. They just died as silent cries in her head.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then his lips closed and he just stared at her. He didn't seem like he was in a hurry to change their position, he still straddled her and held both her hands together above her head. 

He was so close to her face, she could see his eyes, they were as dark as the deepest part of the forest in the middle of the night. His lips were just some inches above hers, and she stared at him defiantly… scared_but still defiant.

"Next time you want to kill me, go into the room two bedrooms to your right, inside the closet, there's a little button there, push it and a door would open, behind that door, you'll find varieties of weapons, from the smallest of pistols to the biggest of guns, from the tiniest of knives to the longest machetes, and lots and lots more. Just don't go around picking up vases that are worth more than I paid for you. Understand?"

There was a menace in his voice, a warning that she didn't miss. So she could try and kill him again? More importantly, do those words mean he plans on keeping her here for much longer? 

The tears she held back finally fell, she had no idea who he was, or what he wanted with her. And worse, she did not know her fate with him. 

"W_What do you want with me? Why did you pay my debts and bring me here? What do you want from me?" she finally speaks.

 "Isn't it obvious?" His brows arched, his voice was deepened, a mischievous smirk curled up his lips as he said, "I want to get my money's worth. I'll be sexing you from now on."