Prisoner To The Mafia King
The chains weighed me down, making me feel very immobile.
Damien's orders, I assumed, I bet. The man tightened the chain around my neck until it was choking me, then forcefully tugged me forward, and I stumbled forward with him.
Each time the man's fingers tugged my neck, the metal would burn into my skin.
And I ask myself, when did I go from a mafia princess to a slave I had read about in history books?
I was one of those people who had no freedom. No rights. No humanity.
That was exactly what I had become. As I was brought out of the church, I glanced back to look at the sky above me.