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Aurora’s eyes snapped open!
Her still sleepy eyes scanned the bed she was on and the room around her, but there was nothing there. it was still night, and she was still laying on her bed, but something felt off. Something was very very wrong. The darkness in her room felt like it was alive, its presence suffocating her, blinding her with fear…Aurora's heart pounded in her chest like a drum. Something wasn't right. She could feel it in her bones. She felt it…the unshakeable sense of being watched. Footsteps, light as a whisper…but loud as a scream, sending shivers down her spine. Her ears strained, following the sound of the footsteps coming towards her door. She lay frozen, her eyes straining to pierce the darkness. Where they her guards? No, the fear running through her veins was too real. This wasn't a nightmare , it was something more. The sound of a gunshot shattered her already dark thoughts, and Aurora's world exploded into chaos. She sprang up from her bed sweating , her eyes snapping open completely. The room was dark, but she knew every inch of it... She tiptoed out of her room, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cold floor. Aurora almost screamed when she saw her guards laying motionless sleeping on the floor, Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. The sound of strong male footsteps grew louder, heavier, and more deliberate., and with a sinking fear, Aurora realised they were running towards her. "Intruders!" she screamed…but the word was muffled by a black bag that covered her face. Strong hands grasped her, holding her upright as she stumbled on the stairs. She struggled, but her breath began to fade, and her body went limp. ****************"* When Aurora regained consciousness, she was in a moving car. she could barely keep her eyes open. They had drugged her with something! Aurora continued to drift in and out of consciousness, struggling and failing to stay awake. By the time the bag was taken off of her face, Aurora was in a strange place…her hands were chained. She gazed out of the window of the car and she beheld a beautiful gate. The word "Imperio Pecaminoso" was writen boldly on the gate. The car door swung open, and a masked figure loomed over her, his presence very dark and scary. He pulled her out of the car forcefully even though she was already too weakened by the drugs to fight or resist. Aurora shook in her skimpy night dress as the cold air hit her bare legs. The masked man removed the chains they had put on her and dragged her towards the large, imposing villa. Aurora's desperate cries echoed in the large field as she was dragged in. "Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, her voice almost gone from the struggle. She was pulled into a room, her knees buckling as she fell before a much larger and scarier figure. He looked like he was sitting on a large chair, a throne. She could not really see his features, because he was covered in smoke. The masked figure bowed, removing his mask to reveal is face "Master, here is the general's daughter," he said, with a trembling voice. The figure on the throne, spoke in a low, commanding tone. “Fascinating! She looks exactly like Brielle. Salvatore, Take her to Marisol and tell her that her mom is back." “Yes Master” the masked man now known as Salvatore said and bowed. Aurora's eyes widened in horror as she choked back a sob. “Mom? Me?…” She was too confused to understand. “Follow me” Salvatore instructed and she followed after him, utterly scared and confused, till they stopped at a door. “Marisol!” Salvatore called but no one replied. “Marisol!!!” He yelled. But still no voice. “Hmm…” Salvatore sighed. This child…master’s daughter has been like this for two years. It began when she lost her mom.” Salvatore spoke. “She is scary, acting out her grief in the worst ways… she hits everyone that comes too close or rubs her the wrong way. Nobody can reprimand her or fight her back or they will die by the master’s gun. She is the apple of his eyes…” Aurora shuddered at the thought, but she also knew none of what he had just said explained why she had been kidnapped from her bed. “Yesterday she pierced one of the maids in the eyes with a pen…” Salvatore whispered. Aurora’s eyes widened in fear. “How old is she?” She asked, her voice sounded firmer than she expected. “Marisol is 8 years old” Salvatore spoke. “Jesus!” Aurora exclaimed, involuntarily clutching the rosary still dangling from her neck. “You don’t have to be scared. You just have to act like her mom…She was a sweet child before everything happened. “I don’t understand. You brought me here, to lie to her? To tell her that I’m her mom?…I can’t do that. I can’t lie like that.” Aurora yelled holding her rosary as tears poured down her eyes. “ That won’t help you here, miss.” Salvatore sneered. “You need to quit with the holy act and do what the master wants, or he’ll send you back to your father in pieces. Before worrying about lying and going to hell, I want you to know that you are already in hell, so stop being a whiny bitch and do what you’re told.” Aurora could not believe her ears. This was not real… it had to be a nightmare. Yes, she was dreaming. She would wake up and it would all be a bad dream. But it wasn’t. She knew it wasn’t because Salvatore was still speaking. “…At this moment, it will be so difficult to convince Marisol that her mom is back, You will have to prepare properly. Come with me” Salvatore said and then proceeded to drag her limp body behind him. Aurora followed him through long hallways till they got to one very grand door with ‘Lady Brielle’ written in big bold letters on top of the door. Before she could properly admire the giant door and the intricate designs on it, Salvatore unlocked the door and pushed her in. “This was her mother’s room. Boss kept it the same way even after she passed away.” He took a laptop and a book from the large table in the room and handed both of them to her. “You have a week to study everything Brielle does and how she acts. You need to be convincing…By the way I’m snake, only boss is allowed to call me Salvatore” he whispered before leaving. Once Salvatore left the room, Aurora sank to the floor. “Aaaaargh!“ She cried out. ”This is not true right? it a damn nightmare.” How? Why? What bossy, authoritarian prick will burst into her house, kidnap her, and then force her to play pretend with his bratty daughter! She was never gonna agree with any stupid act!! She would not be hurt and then used like that. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, tiredness and the intense need for sleep pulled her under. Even if she did not want to, aurora found herself nodding off to the drums of sleep.Vincenzo, please believe me. I can’t hurt her… I can’t even kill a fly. She is just a little child. Aurora cried “Why are you lying?” Sasha yelled, running to grab My hair. “Why are you doing this? You killed her—I saw you. I saw you giving her a drink, but it didn’t cross my mind that you were pretending to love her.”“No, Vincenzo won’t believe you. He will believe me—he trusts me. You are just a jealous witch,” Aurora snapped, grabbing Vincenzo’s hands.“Witch? You called me a witch… Why don’t you tell Vincenzo the truth? That you’ve been communicating with your dad… that you’ve escaped secretly sometimes to see your dad… and that you are getting engaged to President Satio’s only son.”Aurora shifted back in shock. *What the flying fuck?* She couldn’t believe her eyes.“President what?” she found herself whispering, but Sasha was fast. She brought out her phone and showed Vincenzo. By now, all the gangsters were outside.“you aren’t even Brielle—there’s something off about you,”
Aurora woke up the next day….She stared at the ceiling for a long time, fingers tracing the faint bruises on her hips where he’d held her while he fucked….She hated how much she missed the warmth he took with him every time.She showered…..hot water scalding away the ache between her legs then she dressed simply: black bomshort , oversized hoodie, hair in a loose braid. She walked the east corridor toward the small sunroom—needing quiet, needing air that didn’t smell like him.Marisol was already there.Sitting cross-legged on the rug near the window—blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak—holding Aurora’s harmonica in both hands like it was made of glass.Aurora froze in the doorway.Marisol looked up—eyes wide, hopeful, but careful.“I didn’t touch anything else,” she whispered quickly. “I just… found it on the table. I was waiting. I thought maybe… if I was quiet… you’d let me stay.”Aurora’s chest tightened.She looked at the little girl—small, fragile, eyes too old
The Truth or Dare game dissolved the way all good chaos does….. Laughter turned slurred. Bodies drifted toward the dance floor. Aurora stayed. She didn’t dance again. Just sat on the edge of a chair…. Her legs crossed, dress riding high, red lipstick smudged from earlier. She was drunk and wasted. She drank the glass of vodka in her hand and stood up walking towards Vincenzo. When she go closer to him…. He Just grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a corner…... No words. Just his fingers finding her already wet pussy…. swollen from the lap dance she’d given him earlier. Aurora gasped soft and sharp….. her head tipping back against the wall… He pushed two fingers inside her…..deep, no warning, his thumb circling her clit in rough, relentless strokes. She moaned…. While, His other hand clamped over her mouth. “Quiet,” he growled against her ear. “Or everyone hears how wet you get for me.” Aurora’s eyes fluttered….half-lidded and glassy. Her hips
Bottles were half-empty, laughter slurred, bodies pressed too close under the crimson chandeliers. Let’s play truth or dare… No one argued. They were all drunk The inner circle formed a loose circle on the rug: Vincenzo on one end (legs spread, arms draped over the back of the couch like he owned the air), Aurora diagonally across from him (still in that black silk dress, knees tucked under her now, eyes carefully avoiding his), Axe and Sierra side by side, Nini cross-legged and fidgety, Salvatore sprawled like he was bored, Vera grinning like a cat with cream, Sasha perched on the edge of a chair trying not to look at Vincenzo, Ken leaning back with a beer still drinking…. Nikita clapped once and sharp. “Rules: no skipping, no lying, no pussyfooting. You pick truth or dare. We pick the consequence.” She pointed at Salvatore first. “You. Truth or dare.” Salvatore smirked. “Dare.” Vera’s eyes glittered. “Kiss Vera. Real kiss. Tongue. Thirty seconds.” Nikita spoke…..
Yeeeee….. The gangster cheer…..Vincenzo gave them the go ahead to party…..As usual The Empire Hall of Imperio Pecaminoso had never been built for small gatherings.High vaulted ceilings, black marble floors veined with gold, chandeliers dripping crimson crystal like frozen blood. Tonight the lights were dimmed to a low, pulsing amber. Bass thumped from hidden speakers…..It was slow, and dirty, the kind that crawled under skin. Tables groaned under bottles of every poison known to man: aged whiskey, clear vodka, blood-red wine, unlabeled absinthe that burned green in the glass. Gangsters sprawled across leather couches, laughing too loud, already chasing the edge of blackout.It a drink party….Vincenzo doesn’t care about party but he felt like watching them… Maybe because he saw how Aurora cheer…. Now he has decide not to put his mind on any of General Puro’s shit….He stood near the far wall putting on a black shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to the elbows, one hand in
Aurora cleaned up her eyes….She don’t have to cry…. It aren’t his fault…. It just her fault. She is just too fast.She just have to be patient with him…..That’s just it….She dry up her body and dress up taking her note pad and harmonica……*****Marisol had been watching Aurora for days.Not the loud, clingy way she used to….running up, arms wide, calling her “Mommy.” She’d learned that got her pushed away. So now she was quieter. Smaller. She hovered at the edges of rooms, peeking around corners, waiting for Aurora to look happy, or tired, or alone.That afternoon Aurora was in the small sunroom off the east wing of the empire….curled in an armchair, knees to chest, staring out the window at nothing. Her harmonica was on top of her notepad. Marisol crept in barefoot She didn’t run. She just stood in the doorway.Aurora felt the shift in the air before she saw her.Her shoulders stiffened.Marisol took one careful step forward.“Hi,” she whispered.Aurora’s head snapped
Vincenzo grabbed a bottle of water from the side table, twisted the cap off, and poured it roughly over Aurora’s face. She gasped awake, coughing and sputtering, the cold shock pulling her back from the edge of unconsciousness.She struggled to her feet, legs trembling, blood soaking through her
Aurora smiled sweetly as the sunray touched her face. She opened her eyes slowly, still wrapped in the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains. A small, secret smile curved her lips.She couldn’t forget these past few days… She had been getting so much attention from Vince
Aurora’s breath caught in her throat. The filthy words he’d just whispered against her ear echoed in her head like a gunshot. *I want to fuck your little creamy pussy.* She should’ve slapped him. She should’ve pushed him away, screamed, run out of the room. Instead… she just stood ther
Aurora felt his presence the moment the door opened, even though she was too weak to stand or turn her attention toward him. She could still perceive the familiar scent of his cinnamon cologne.How dare him? grab her hair in that arrogant, demonic way of his. Her blood boiled with anger as his voic







