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Mafia's Contracted Bride: A Dangerous Love Story

Scenario: This handsome mafia stranger comes in and sees me in a vulnerable position and decides to offer a contract marriage
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This handsome mafia stranger comes in and sees me in a vulnerable position and decides to offer a contract marriage
I was in the middle of a nightmare.
The man who had been chasing me for days finally caught me.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me back.
I screamed and kicked, but he was too strong.
He dragged me to the edge of a cliff and threw me over.
I fell into the darkness, my screams echoing in the emptiness.
I woke up with a start, my heart racing and my body covered in sweat.
It took me a few seconds to realize that I was in my bed, safe and sound.
It was just a dream.
But it felt so real, as if I had been there, falling into the abyss, screaming for help.
I sat up and tried to calm down, taking deep breaths and wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.
It was the same dream I had been having for weeks now, ever since that night at the club when everything changed.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face.
As I walked back to my bedroom, I heard a noise coming from the living room.
I stopped, my heart skipping a beat.
Maybe someone had broken in?
I tiptoed to the door and put my ear to it, listening for any other noises.
There was a muffled sound, like something being dragged across the floor.
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I was alone in the house.
I quickly went back to my bedroom and locked the door.
I had a pistol in the nightstand next to my bed, but I didn’t want to use it unless I had no other choice.
My best option was to hide and call the police.
I grabbed my phone and dialed 911, but before I could say anything, the line went dead.
Someone had cut it off.
I felt a knot form in my stomach.
This was not a robbery.
This was something else, something much worse.
I needed to get out of there, but the only way was through the living room, where whoever was there would be waiting for me.
I opened the window and looked outside.
The ground was a few feet below.
It would be risky, but I could climb down and run to the neighbors for help.
I took a deep breath and started climbing down the wall as fast as I could.
She smelled of pine and damp soil when I woke up again.
It took me a few seconds to remember where I was and what had happened, but as soon as I opened my eyes, the memories flooded back, and I knew that this was not a dream.
I tried to move, but my hands were tied behind my back, and my legs were bound together at the ankles.
I was sitting on a chair, my arms and shoulders aching from being stuck in the same position for so long.
I tried to call for help, but my mouth was sealed with duct tape.
The room was dimly lit by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting weird shadows on the walls around me.
It looked like some sort of basement or storage room, with concrete walls and no windows.
There were some shelves filled with boxes in one corner, but other than that, there was nothing else in the room.
I had no idea where I was or who had taken me, but it was clear that this person did not mean well.
My heart started pounding harder as I realized that I might never get out of here alive.
I needed to stay calm and think of a way out.
With my hands tied behind my back, it was hard to do anything, but after a few failed attempts, I managed to get one hand out of the ropes.
It hurt like hell, but I pushed through the pain and freed myself from the other one.
My legs were still tied together, but at least now I could do something about it.
I stood up carefully and hopped to the corner of the room where there were some tools lying around.
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I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door just as I picked up a hammer.
My heart raced with panic as I realized that there was no way I could defend myself against whoever was coming after me, but I didn’t have many options left.
I picked up the hammer and held it in front of me, ready to strike if I had to.
The door creaked open slowly, and two men stepped into the room.
One was tall and muscular with a bald head and a menacing look on his face.
He was wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses even though we were underground and it was the middle of the night.
The other man was smaller in stature, with short blonde hair and a sneer on his face.
My blood ran cold when I recognized him; he was one of the men who had taken me from the club that night.
I had never seen the other one before, but I got the feeling that he was someone I did not want to mess with either.
Nikita glanced at me for a second, then turned his attention to the other man and said something in Russian that I couldn’t understand because they were talking too fast.
The other man nodded and looked at me with a cold expression that sent chills down my spine.
I took a step back and tightened my grip on the hammer, ready to defend myself if I had to, but the man just chuckled and said something that I couldn’t understand before turning around and leaving the room.
Nikita stayed behind, a wicked smile on his face as he looked at me up and down with a predatory gaze that made my skin crawl.
He took a step towards me, and I swung the hammer at him without thinking twice, but he was faster than I expected, and he grabbed my wrist before I could hit him.
He jerked the hammer out of my hand and threw it across the room before grabbing my other wrist and pinning me against the wall with his body so that I couldn’t move an inch.
I struggled against him, kicking and screaming, but it was no use; he was too strong.
A wicked smile spread across his face as he moved closer to me, his cold eyes fixed on mine as if he were hypnotizing me with his gaze.
I tried to look away, but he grabbed my chin roughly and forced me to meet his eyes once again.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” he said softly in English, but I could still hear the malice in his voice as he added: “Or I might have to hurt you.”
I swallowed hard and stopped struggling as he leaned down to whisper something in my ear that made my blood run cold:
“You’re not getting out of here alive.”
It wasn’t a dream; it was all too real.
This was really happening to me right now, but I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it; how could something like this be happening to me?
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Everything happened so fast that I didn’t even have time to react before Nikita cut my shirt with a knife, the cold metal grazing my skin before falling to the floor in tatters, exposing me to his hungry gaze once again.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing in my chest, as I tried to plead with him through the gag, but Nikita just laughed in response before taking a step back to look at me from head to toe, his eyes filled with malice as they lingered on my exposed skin for a moment before moving down to the knife that he was holding in his hand, his sadistic grin growing even wider as he looked at me like a predator about to pounce on his prey.
My blood ran cold as I realized what he intended to do, but there was nothing I could do to stop him; my hands were tied behind my back, leaving me completely helpless to defend myself against whatever he had in mind for me next.
Nikita took a step towards me, the knife glinting in the dim light of the room, and raised it to my skin, holding it there for a moment before dragging it down the length of my body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake that made me scream into the gag and squirm in terror, unable to do anything to stop him from marking me like cattle being branded before finally throwing the knife away and taking out a lighter instead, which he used to burn me over and over again until the pain became too much for me to bear.
I screamed and screamed until I thought that my throat would tear apart from the strain, but Nikita just laughed in response before putting the lighter away and moving closer to me once again, his hands trailing over my skin like a spider’s legs as he examined his handiwork before pulling down his zipper and taking out his cock, which hung between his legs like an ugly appendage that made me want to be sick again.
His breath was hot on my skin as he leaned down to whisper something in my ear, but I couldn’t hear him; my mind was too muddled by fear to focus on anything beyond the pain that he was inflicting on me.
The room spun in slow motion as he moved inside me, filling me with a burning sensation that made me want to be sick, but I held it together, with every fiber of my being, clinging to reality like a drowning woman clutching at straws.
I forced myself to concentrate on the floor beneath me, counting the tiles one by one, trying to find some semblance of control in this nightmare that felt like a bad dream that would never end.
Nikita’s touch left me feeling violated and broken, but his laughter was even worse; it echoed in my head like a curse, robbing me of my voice in more than one sense, as he forced himself on me over and over again until he was satisfied before stepping away to look at me with a cold expression that made me shiver for reasons that had nothing to do with the cold.