The Mafia Don And The Nurse
My cries for mercy echoed in the dungeon, well heard but unheeded.
After a long, agonizing moment of painful whipping on my back and legs, the devil gripped my jaw hard, forcing my eyes to lock onto his.
“Now, you're just as decorated as I wanted you to be,” he sneered. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back tomorrow for more. I can’t break you all in one day, right? You’re still a weakling, and it’ll take some time to work on you.”
Their deep laughter echoed around me, cruel and mocking. My heart throbbed, and a glare formed on my face. In that moment, I gathered as much spit as I could and spat directly onto the idiot’s face.
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