The Mafia Don's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

A man named Oleg and another man came to stand on either side of me, holding my arms as one of the men turned on a set of bright lights, training them on us. I was still held in a painful hold by Dmitri, but the pain had solidified. I knew that if I struggled, it would only increase.A murmur went up in the room, and I felt the greedy eyes on me now.“Look at Lucien Delano’s pregnant little wh*re, boys!’ cried the madman who was holding me, prisoner.Oleg reached out a meaty hand and squeezed my breast painfully, and I cried out. Some of the men in the room laughed, and I could hear the murmurs.‘Please God, let me die,’ I thought, briefly closing my eyes.*Then Dmitri Rudenko began to speak, and I knew it was being recorded. It was a message to taunt my husband.“Lucien St.Claire, my friend! Look at what we have caught! A pretty fish, eh?'' He gave a hoarse chuckle, and Oleg reached out again to squeeze my breast, his thick fingers enjoying the pressure he was exerting as he yanked t

Day 1Lucien It had been one day since she had gone missing, thought Lucien. And he was nowhere close to finding her.He had reached out to everyone he could think of, trying to find where the man he was seeking, Dmitri Rudenko, had holed away his woman.He kept drawing a blank.He had sent his men to the various hideouts where Rudenko famously tortured his victims; and had set them on fire. Schwartz had overseen that, personally.But there was no sign of Proserpina. It was as though she had vanished.Lucien felt it like a blow; he had never thought she would be captured in this way. He had always been convinced of his infallibility.He drank again from his tumbler of whiskey as Schwartz entered the room. Aiyana Laughing Water was with him. The woman studied him solemnly.Lucien wanted to lash out at someone, anyone, but Schwartz stepped forward.‘Mate, ‘he said in a low voice, ‘You cannot go around drunk. Think of the wee babies. They need you.’Lucien stood up, lurching slightly. It

ProserpinaI was dumped in a car or some vehicle. Two men squeezed in beside me on either side I knew one of them had to be Dmitri. The powerful smell of his cologne, distinctive and unpleasant, surrounded me although I was still in the black hood. I remained quiet. I did not want to antagonise them. I wanted to listen for I needed to know where I was going. “The s*ut is like a mouse.’ sneered Dmitri, squeezing my breast. The man on the other side was stiff and unmoving, thankfully and I stifled a cry as he increased the pressure of his hand.When I gasped, unable to take the pain, he gave a small laugh.The man was a sadistic monster, I thought, fearfully and tried to make myself shrink.I was exhausted and thirsty and my stomach was growling. All of it made me fall asleep, a deep, restless sleep. Suddenly, a terrific explosion rent the air and I jumped. I could not see and I had no idea where we were but the explosion seemed to have come from a long distance, way behind us.“Stay s

Proserpina The next day, the woman came in with the food. She was, I realized, a few years older than me but dirty and wearing torn clothes, stained with ...some reddish colours that I did not want to think about.This time, her eyelids fluttered as she sent me a quick glance. I was sitting on the bed, my hand on my stomach.It was a quick look, and she lowered her pale green eyes, but I had seen a flash of pity in them. She had the same clothes that she had worn the previous day and on an impulse, I looked at the man who stood in the doorway. He had his rifle cocked and easy, and he was yawning, scratching his scruffy face as he watched us. ”Clothes,’ I said, loudly, my eyes on her, ’Please, clothes.’ She hesitated, and the man entered the room with a snarl.He hit her across the head with the back of his meaty hand, and I stepped back in horror. The woman let out a yelp. Dragging her arm, he jerked her out and slammed the door shut.I sat, trembling, for a long while. The open ex

Proserpina I will never know how I made it through the hours of waiting for the axe to fall. I ate the stale bread and the lumpy cereal, barely aware of the taste. Staring around me, I figured out that it was mid-morning when the door opened.Another woman entered a little while later, this time a woman who was in a long skirt and had her head covered with a gaily coloured scarf. She spoke in a dialect that I did not understand. Her black eyes, narrow and slightly slanted, were rimmed with kajal, the traditional black eye make-up, worn by women in some parts of the world.She flashed a look of disdain at me and indicated that I should bathe. In her hands, she had a bar of some coarse soap, a towel and shampoo. I rose to my feet, dread in every pore of my body.I stepped inside the tiny bathroom and washed myself as best as I could, lathering my hair with the shampoo. To my horror, she stood in the doorway, watching me, totally unconcerned at my efforts to hide my nudity from her cold