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Authors: Marita A. Hansen
Tags: thriller, Erótica, sex slaves, capture, fbi, italian mafia, kidnapped, agents, non consent, psychosexual
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in life I will make you a slave like your
vile famiglia did to me and my own.”
She spat in my face.
I wiped it , then slapped her hard,
plastering her face with her own spit. She cried out and grabbed
her cheek, then spat at me again, the witch knowing no boundaries
or reason. The second slap sent her to back a few steps, the sound
loud even to my ears. She went for me with her nails extended. I
sidestepped her and grabbed her hair, then kicked the back of her
knees, sending her crashing to the floor. The banshee screamed out,
whipping the other women into a frenzy, her sisters jumping to
their feet. The Santini men shoved them back down, the women crying
out in anger and fear.
The children started wailing as
Camila’s mother screamed at me to let her daughter go, the old
woman’s face swollen with grief.
“ T ake the children out,” I yelled at the Santini.
More s creaming started up, the mothers and
grandmother gripping onto the children as the Santini men descended
upon them.
“ Shoot at the
ceiling,” I told the guard next to me.
The gun went off, freezing everyone in
place.
I raised my voice. “Unless
you want me
to kill all of you, allow the children be taken to
safety.”
The women started sobbing as
the Santini men wrenched the screaming children from their arms,
the oldest girl giving them the most trouble, the little spitfire
reminding me of a young Camila. One of the bigger guards grabbed
her and lifted her off the floor, following the others out of the
room.
I indicated to Don Donatelli’s
wife and her oldest daughter, as well as Lucky’s wife. “Take them
to the cells below.” I watched the women get dragged away, the
don’s wife shouting at me not to hurt her daughters, the old woman
even louder than her late husband.
I waited until they were gone,
then focused on Camila’s two sisters, the women beauties like their
younger sister. They would sell well, although Camila would take a
lot of work to break, the woman vicious.
“ Strip
those two,” I said, pointing to her sisters.
The women started screaming as
the Santini guards descended upon them, the men ripping their
clothes off them. Camila went crazy, trying to get free from me,
but I held on tight to her hair. She twisted around and swiped out
at my legs. I kicked her, then placed my boot on her chest and
pushed her down.
Once her sisters were stripped
naked, they grabbed a hold of each other, sobbing uncontrollably.
They were in their mid-thirties, their bodies still beautiful,
although the older one’s breasts were too firm to be natural. The
men leered at them, occasionally giving me looks, no doubt wanting
permission to fuck the women.
Camila screamed curses at the men, telling
them she would slit their throats if they touched her sisters
again, which made me consider letting the men rape them in front of
her—just to prove her wrong.
“ Your uncle
raped my cousin, ” I said to her, making the witch stop screaming,
“He did horrendous things to Jagger, yet I bet you didn’t care
then.”
“ I don’t give
a shit abou t Jagger,” she spat, looking as if she wanted to slit me
from ear to ear. Even though she was only twenty-nine, the youngest
of her siblings, she was by far the strongest willed, just a pity
that her father never saw it, because she would’ve been a fine head
of her famiglia , her womanhood the only thing getting in the
way.
I yanked her
h air back so
she was looking up at my face. “Which means I don’t give a shit about your
sisters.” I nodded at the Santini. “You can have them as payment,
they are yours.”
The sisters started screaming
again, desperately trying to cling onto each other as the men
descended upon them, which set Camila off again, her words a blur,
her struggles to get free from me almost noble. She turned and
started hitting out at me, using her legs and arms, anything to get
free. I let go of her hair and brought my heal down into her
stomach, winding her as the Santini
vile famiglia did to me and my own.”
She spat in my face.
I wiped it , then slapped her hard,
plastering her face with her own spit. She cried out and grabbed
her cheek, then spat at me again, the witch knowing no boundaries
or reason. The second slap sent her to back a few steps, the sound
loud even to my ears. She went for me with her nails extended. I
sidestepped her and grabbed her hair, then kicked the back of her
knees, sending her crashing to the floor. The banshee screamed out,
whipping the other women into a frenzy, her sisters jumping to
their feet. The Santini men shoved them back down, the women crying
out in anger and fear.
The children started wailing as
Camila’s mother screamed at me to let her daughter go, the old
woman’s face swollen with grief.
“ T ake the children out,” I yelled at the Santini.
More s creaming started up, the mothers and
grandmother gripping onto the children as the Santini men descended
upon them.
“ Shoot at the
ceiling,” I told the guard next to me.
The gun went off, freezing everyone in
place.
I raised my voice. “Unless
you want me
to kill all of you, allow the children be taken to
safety.”
The women started sobbing as
the Santini men wrenched the screaming children from their arms,
the oldest girl giving them the most trouble, the little spitfire
reminding me of a young Camila. One of the bigger guards grabbed
her and lifted her off the floor, following the others out of the
room.
I indicated to Don Donatelli’s
wife and her oldest daughter, as well as Lucky’s wife. “Take them
to the cells below.” I watched the women get dragged away, the
don’s wife shouting at me not to hurt her daughters, the old woman
even louder than her late husband.
I waited until they were gone,
then focused on Camila’s two sisters, the women beauties like their
younger sister. They would sell well, although Camila would take a
lot of work to break, the woman vicious.
“ Strip
those two,” I said, pointing to her sisters.
The women started screaming as
the Santini guards descended upon them, the men ripping their
clothes off them. Camila went crazy, trying to get free from me,
but I held on tight to her hair. She twisted around and swiped out
at my legs. I kicked her, then placed my boot on her chest and
pushed her down.
Once her sisters were stripped
naked, they grabbed a hold of each other, sobbing uncontrollably.
They were in their mid-thirties, their bodies still beautiful,
although the older one’s breasts were too firm to be natural. The
men leered at them, occasionally giving me looks, no doubt wanting
permission to fuck the women.
Camila screamed curses at the men, telling
them she would slit their throats if they touched her sisters
again, which made me consider letting the men rape them in front of
her—just to prove her wrong.
“ Your uncle
raped my cousin, ” I said to her, making the witch stop screaming,
“He did horrendous things to Jagger, yet I bet you didn’t care
then.”
“ I don’t give
a shit abou t Jagger,” she spat, looking as if she wanted to slit me
from ear to ear. Even though she was only twenty-nine, the youngest
of her siblings, she was by far the strongest willed, just a pity
that her father never saw it, because she would’ve been a fine head
of her famiglia , her womanhood the only thing getting in the
way.
I yanked her
h air back so
she was looking up at my face. “Which means I don’t give a shit about your
sisters.” I nodded at the Santini. “You can have them as payment,
they are yours.”
The sisters started screaming
again, desperately trying to cling onto each other as the men
descended upon them, which set Camila off again, her words a blur,
her struggles to get free from me almost noble. She turned and
started hitting out at me, using her legs and arms, anything to get
free. I let go of her hair and brought my heal down into her
stomach, winding her as the Santini
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