SUBMIT OR DIE

Guilio, The psychopath, was ushered in by Luca and Malak, two of the Don's loyal soldatos (Soldiers). Mica's head remained bowed as he awaited his fate, he has resolved to dying with dignity, no struggles, no unnecessary drama like the ones he had seen through his span in the mafia.

 When he heard the hushed voices of other guards present, he raised his head to look and what he saw made his eyes widen in shock. Guilio, the psychopath? The terrorist who was only released once or twice a year to wreak havoc on men? He did not even touch the slave! Why will the don...?

 His head went blank and before he could try to protest against Giulio's assault, strong hands had secured him to the ground. His face was pressed to the ground while his butt remained in the air, with his knees to the ground. The soldiers carved out the piece of clothing covering the butthole while Mica struggled frantically to liberate himself from their hold, to no avail.

  Serena clenched and unclenched her hands at each passing minute. She did not have to wonder for long, it was evident that Guilio will drill a hole through Mica's body, asshole precisely. Terror filled her eyes and she occasionally glanced from the guard to the don, who stood stoically, watching calmly like it was an everyday occurrence.

 Guilio flexed his neck and cracked his fingers while waiting as the men prepared his meal. He was 6.5ft tall, furry and sturdy, he was dressed in nothing but an undergarment that did little in hiding his already extending crotch. When the men were done, he licked his lower lip in a manner that Serena would consider as ferocious.

 "Please..." Mica yelped between breaths as Guilio marched forward "Please don't. Kill me instead!"

 Dimitrio smirked and leaned back. He could feel his slave's hot stare on him, and he turned to her. Just as he predicted, her eyes were latched on him. Big terrified eyes that pleaded for mercy, not for Mica, but for herself. He studied her features again. Even in her miserly form, she was entrancing. He could see why Giovanni was hellbent on adding her to his collection of fucktoys.

 Her red hair flared around her, dull yet glistening in the morning light like a fiery halo, her eyes were rimmed with red from the happenings of the past few hours. They made her look innocent, so fucking young and innocent that he craved to see what she would look like under his touch. She would probably break. Tsk.

Serena quickly averted her gaze when she noticed his gaze and focused on the scene unfolding. If he could do this to his worker, how much more, her?

 Mica saw life flash before his eyes as Guilio inserted one finger. Just before he could plead for justice to be tempered with mercy, he was slammed into. The impact knocked air from his lungs forcefully and a scream tore from between his lips.

 Guilio plowed the masculine ass beneath him like a beast that he was, he rode the guard like his distorted life depended on it. Except for the blood curdling screams elicited by Mica and Giulio's grunts of satisfaction, everywhere was quiet.

 Serena's heart hammered in her ribcage as Guilio wrecked the guard's essence with reckless abandon. It was already 30 minutes past the time he started and Mica's voice had completely ceased but Guilio did not reduce his pace.

 "Malak, Take her to the slave quarters. Tell Mariette to prepare her." It was the don.

 Slave quarters? Who is Mariette and what are they preparing her for? She wondered. Still, it sounded better than returning to where she spent the night.

 "Yes boss." Malak replied and moved towards her "Follow me."

 She obediently obliged and they moved away from the gory scene, much to her relief.

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  Seated amidst his cohorts, consigliere and soldatos was Dimitrio De Luca. He perused through a document given to him by Matteo Valenti, the underboss and second in command to him, before carelessly tossing the piece of paper on the oak table.

 "Where's Dante?" He asked, gazing at Matteo through dark metallic eyes "He should be here to defend whatever is in this shitty document."

 "Yes boss, but he isn't. He sent no word, just the document showing that the deal is sealed."

Silence permeated the vast room as everyone assumed a stance. Critical thoughts ensued. Dimitrio did not have to think for long.

 "The Zakhars are up to no good, Don. Remember what happened between them and your predecessors." Giovanni Monera, Dimitrio's advisor croaked, staring through filmed eyes at the don who gazed at nothing in particular with an omnipotent aura swirling around him.

 Dimitrio chuckled mirthlessly and said "Send bugs into the camp of the Zakhars. I want to know what have become of Dante."

 "Yes boss." Matteo replied, always ready for action.

 "If they want war, then they shall get it." Dimitrio said in a tone of finality and exited the assembly.

He entered his chambers, followed closely by Matteo. The latter normally only spoke when spoken to, but Dimitrio could tell that he was itching to say something.

 "Speak." He turned to him once they were behind closed doors.

 "What if Dante dies before we get to him?"

 "He wouldn't."

 "But... The document was stamped with blood. It's pointless using forensics to know if it's Dante's, and he's one of your most trusted men."

 "Exactly why he was sent. They know why they sent the document, and Dante would rather die than spill anything. He's being punished right now, but certainly not dead."

 Matteo nodded slowly amidst ragged breath. He never should have worried, knowing the kind of person the don was. He was logical, ruthless when it comes to rival groups and tackling trouble, cold and dangerous towards those who double crossed him, notwithstanding his relationship with them.

 Dimitrio was greatly feared as the leader of one of the most notorious mafia groups in the whole of Rome, Italy. He ruled with an iron fist, and most groups would rather surrender than wage war against him.

 "Send the girl in." Dimitrio's voice sliced through his thoughts.

 "Yes, boss." Matteo replied and exited the room, leaving the don to his cold thoughts.

 He eased himself in a chair directly facing the door and waited for her. The red haired girl that reminded him of his nemesis. She reminded him of the pain he had neatly tucked away in a lone corner in his heart. She made him mad with anger just by staring at him through glassy caramel eyes, she also made him flush with wonder at how untainted she was. 

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 Serena watched as Matteo informed Mariette that the don was waiting. Mariette, a woman whom Serena predicted to be in her 40's, nodded and replied to the underboss in Italian.

 She turned to Serena afterwards "Shall we?"

 Serena blinked through large hesitating eyes. After being cared for, washed and fed as supervised by Mariette, she wanted to be anywhere but beside the don. He scared the shit out of her by merely gazing at her through those metallic eyes that promised evil things.

 "Can I just stay here?" She asked in a mumble, hoping that the woman would understand her fears.

 Instead, Mariette chuckled "If you knew who you're keeping waiting, you wouldn't dare to ask that question. Now get up, young woman, and go to the don."

 Serena swallowed and rose, she was clad in a proper dress now, but it was one that could be easily drawn off her shoulders. She figured that it was what the slaves in the mafia wore. Her legs quivered as she imagined what would transpire once she meets with the don. Would he tie her up and ravage her frail body till there was nothing left of her?

 The thought made goosebumps rise on her skin as she moved alongside Mariette to the Don's quarters.

 Serena took in the intricate beauty of the mansion. Everything screamed luxury and money, right down to the marble floor she walked on. It was true, she thought wistfully. The mafia had all the money in the world.

 "I'll stop here." Mariette announced once they reached an elevator, to Serena's consternation. She punched a button and the door opened "It opens once it reaches the third floor. The Don's chamber is right there. Good luck."

 Mariette turned and went on her way while hoping that Serena survive.

 "Wow," Serena said to herself, quite amazed. She did as Mariette had instructed, and soon she was standing in front of the Don's room.

 "This is awkward," She mumbled, staring at the golden plated door and wondering if she should knock or just barge in.

 "There's no handle," She chuckled and shook her head. She must be going crazy, was there ever a door with no handle? Yet, she was standing in front of one.

 After contemplating on what to do for seconds without arriving at any tangible idea, she gently pushed and the door slowly gave way.

 She nervously tucked her head in, and her eyes found him. Her heart did that crazy tug, reminding her of her intense fear for him.

 "Can... Uhm... Sorry, but can I come in?"

 Dimitrio only watched her keenly. He watch her swallow before sluggishly entering the room and shutting the door. He noticed how amazed she was to see the intricate nature of the room. Almost everything was laced in black.

 "Come here." He rumbled, and Serena imagined the sky and heavens obeying his command.

 She walked to him, not sure of what to do. He was still seated. His eyes searched hers, they roamed her body and she shifted uncomfortably. The way he stared at her made her feel unclad, and she hated that heat was starting to pool in her belly because of his stare.

 He was dangerous, to be dreaded, and was a murderer, yet warmth enveloped her like jelly when he gazed at her.

 "Put yourself to good use and make me cum."

 "Huh?" She blurted out before she knew it. The warmth she felt initially instantly morphed into ice. Freezing one.

 "You heard me." He slurred, adjusting himself on the seat.

 Serena took two steps backward, and then defiantly, she spat "I will do no such thing!"

 Dimitrio rose and before she could try to run, he was by her side.

 "What. Did. You. Say?" The words rolled off his tongue like hot coals.

 "I said I will do no..." Her words were cut off when Dimitrio's hand connected with her neck in a strangle.

Tears brimmed Serena's eyes as she tried unsuccessfully to free herself from his grip. It was like wrestling against a rock, all the clawing did nothing to him. She was choking and if nothing was done, she would eventually kiss the world goodbye.

 "You will not go against my word, Capelli Rossi," Dimitrio churned. "Do not think highly of yourself. I only bought you to rile Giovanni up, and it was for a miserly price. I can easily snap your neck and end your fucked up life right now and you do not want that, do you? Now, you will do whatever you're told, wherever you're told and however you're asked to fucking do it. Do you understand?"