Athena
It would be easier this way and less painful.
“You know, Athena,” Azazel turned around, standing before her. “My father suggested that I make you whore to my cartel” Azazel’s face had a cocky smirk, and Athena’s face paled.
“But you are too pretty to be used by other men, you know” he saw her hands visibly shake. “Besides, I am not done using you as my slave yet. I am not satisfied yet, and I have so much more to do to you and your body,” he stalked closer. Athena wasn’t looking at his face; she was looking down at the floor. “Fortunate for you, when I took over as don, I ended this prostitution. I never supported it, to begin with,” he placed his fingers under her chin and noticed that her
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