Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don's Obsession: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

Proserpina The woman had made me dress..The red-haired one was called Xenia, I had gathered from the conversation the two women who had been assigned to prepare me, were having between themselves.She was a Madam and a very important person in the chain as I would come to know. I wore the dress and allowed them to zip me up. I felt almost naked since I had no undergarments. The dress strained across my breasts and my nipples stood out with the abrasive touch of the garment.The old woman applied make-up on my face and had darkened my eyes, reddened my mouth.I allowed her to do it . What else could I do?When she held up a small mirror so that I could see her handiwork, I stared at the dull looking eyes of the face that stared back at me. I looked like a wh*re, I thought.Xenia came in after a long while. Her mouth set in a tight line as she surveyed me. Then, spinning on her heel, she went out, saying something.The old woman cackled, and the younger one gave a snort. As I stared at

Proserpina I must have been drugged again. Woozily, I opened my eyes.Two women had materialised before me. They hauled me to my feet and made me move forward.I felt myself being led, on unsteady feet, through a corridor. On either side of the richly carpeted aisle, were pictures again. But these were photographs, splashed in black and white. Not so explicit ones of men and women in various poses, making love. If such hideous acts could be called making love, I thought caustically, closing my eyes momentarily to look away from the scenes of blatant BDSM that made my stomach churn.I stumbled, and the women gripping my arms, guiding me along, exchanged ribald comments, snorting in laughter. I could not understand all the words, but the theme of their conversation was clear. I would also be forced to do these things…I doubled over, sick and distraught. They forced me up, their pointed nails digging into my arm.*Lucien had been a fierce lover, an Alpha who tolerated no resistance in

Proserpina“You have been sold.’ said the woman, her eyes ravelling over me maliciously. “so your new Master had instructed us to provide you with food.’And then, slyly, her eyes glittering,'A slave who is half dead with hunger is not really able to carry out the Master's commands.'She went on, revelling in my dismay and grief,‘A sex slave has to be able to keep up with the Master’s appetite. And of those he wishes her to service, of course.’My face grew hot and then cold. The glass of juice I had been holding fell to the ground and I was barely aware of the other woman who had been silent all the while, argue with the one who had been taunting me.I sat, trembling.What was to become of me?*The shock of hearing the words was like having someone douse me with ice-cold water The words hung in the air as I stared at her.SOLD???I stood up frantically, swaying on my shaky legs.‘No, I whispered, “No, NO.’And then I doubled up as a spasm of pain hit me. Clutching my stomach, I scr

ProserpinaI knew I could not bring the children into the world on my own. My strength was weakening. I could barely move and pushing forcefully was totally out of the question.The man, I guessed he was a doctor or someone close to that; he spoke to me gently, urging me to push.I shook my head tiredly, barely able to keep my eyes open.“Just let me die,’ I whispered, my lips dry and cracking. The man gently wetted my lips with a cloth and I gasped.“Please, kill me. I do not think I can…” I moaned loudly as another spasm tore through me and I floated away into a world of darkness.I dreamt Lucien was beside me, we were in our bed, the bed I could only dream of. My older children were with me…Claude as well.I tried to smile, tried to speak to them but the words would not form themselves in my mind.*LucienHe sat at the window of the aircraft, starring outside. The waitress had approached him with drinks but he had dismissed her with a scowl. He wanted to be fully alert when he reac

Lucien The small aircraft had touched down a distance away and now they had covered the rest of the distance on foot. Moving silently, purposefully, they had approached the large cluster of buildings in stealth. At times they had moved forward, crawling or slithering on their bellies to avoid detection. The fact that they were bogged down by the heavy weapons they were carrying along with them, did not stop them.Lucien squinted through the night vision scope he had with him. It was the M2124-LRX Night Vision Sniper Scope and he could get a clear view of his surroundings. Although it was only around 2 am and the desert was bathed in darkness, the night was alive with the sounds of animals. The light descended upon them in patches of silver when the clouds parted to reveal the moon.*They had managed to crawl and reach a crested area overlooking the plain where the large house loomed up in the darkness. Up close it was apparent that the house was the main building. A couple of smaller