The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

Chapter 78

The Four Vitale Wet and The Prize

78–Three Weeks

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I guess I also get daily visits from “the bastard” as 11e to call him because saying his name recognizes

his existence and I would love to not have anything to do with him. He gets off on pain and suffering

literally.

Just like all the other days, my morning inner tantrum monologue is interrupted by Groucho and

Grumpy entering the

mbestowed these nicknames on my bodyguards when they refused to engage in friendly conversation.

Plus, the James it their daring personalities

The booming veces startled me and made me shoot out of bed. I would have been no doubt tangled in

my sheets if they hatefully removed them from my body

Time to wake up!” Groucho said in his very thick Slavik accent. Maybe Russian? Not sure though.

Some sort of Easter Sarigen would be my best guess. I can’t keep calling them Guard One or Two. I

guess I could, but Groucho and Grungs are more entertaining and it suits their bland personality to

boot!

Ugh. I hate it when they do this. Just let me stay cocooned in my bed even though it gives me

nightmares, it’s better than living in the reality of my cage.

Up Now. To the wall! Grumpy scowls and looks at me expectedly. I trudge to the far wall near the

window. I’ll just go back to bed after this and mess up everything like I have done every day. I guess I

should be grateful that I get clean sheets: at least they won’t smell like him.

“Hands” I hear one of them order. They sound so similar, and they are just too massive to fight. Like

walking boulders with bad crew top haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids out of the

80’s. I place my hands with open pulms above my head on the wall as I have done since they started

this. It is sadly the new routine.

It was almost three weeks ago that I tried to escape and learned of Brianna’s resurrection and lifetime

betrayal. He electrocuted me twenty–six times before I passed out that day. Twenty–six times my body

convulsed and every cell in my body felt like it was being shocked by lightning. And the asshole jerked

off watching me. He just dropped his pants after the fourth round and pumped until he came all over myText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

body. Four times he emptied his balls over my skin and then rubbed it into me like lotion, including my

face.

I was still tied the next morning when I finally woke up and remained that way, without food, water, or a

shower until that evening when he came in and released my bondage. He didn’t stay, thankfully and

when I returned to the room after a scalding hot forty–five–minute shower where I rubbed my skin raw,

there was some chicken noodle soup on a tray but I refused to eat it. I know I should have, I did need

my strength, but I was afraid it was going to be poisoned.

The day after that, day three since my escape attempt, I had been awake for several hours before I

heard the clicks of

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the locks. I thought it was that asshole again, but instead, it was the two mountain steroid entered the

room swiftly, the guards both guards placing a hand on their guns and staying

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the maid hurriedly put down a Itay of food, the steam from the edible creation still sing is the open door,

and

departed as quickly :

she entered and the two guards followed her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks of the locks. I

released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

The meal was precut roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, steamed veggie mix of broccoli, green beans,

baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver

tray: An apple juice box like I was a kid. No knife though.

I remember how my tummy growled ferociously just as I started thinking I was not get to touch it. But

apist t better judgment, I let my salivary glands water and proceeded to inhale the food. The favors

were decent, the potatoes a little chunky but it was certainly more than edible and that was good

enough for me. My tummy was sansted and the headache I had because of the crying dwindled to

more of an annoyance.

Thanks to what I presume would be that little camera in the ceiling, as soon as I was done and put

the TV, and settled myself on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she

removed No words were said, and I was too tired to say anything

But then things changed starting on day four. That next morning I was woken up but these two bury

men who to me to go to the wall instructed me to put my hands palms flat on the wall and to face it.

One of them came behind me and, while he did not touch me. he was so close that I could feel his

body beat caging me

Out of curiosity, I would gently move my head so I could see maids running about and I could hear lots

of focus around my room. The guards were barking orders in a different language, and I could faintly

hear small feminine Voices replying to them. Maybe 15 minutes passed before I felt their presence shit

away thom me and soon I heard retreating steps and then the familiar clicks of the locked door.

When I spun around. The bed was made, the sheets clean and fresh, the surfaces of all the furniture

and even the wooden floor still had a shine on them like they were wiped down. A fresh breeze scent

lingered in the air. Sitting on the table by the TV was a tray with Pancakes, crispy bacon, fruit, and

apple juice. I guess it was boukist time

After I was done with the meal, a maid would return to pick it up and the guards stood at the door

hands on their guns. What I presume was dinner followed later where the maid would bring the tray

and then pick it up later because they would not return until the next morning. I only had to go to the

wall in the mornings, which I deduced quickly was so that the maid or maids could clean the room

without me in the way.

If I tried to ask a question, I was rudely told to shut up. One time I tried to keep a fork for a weapon, it

was the only time the guards laid a hand on me. They barged in without any warning, one picked me

up and took me to the wall. pinning me roughly with his whole body while the other searched for the

room. When they showed me the fork. I tried to act innocent and made a sarcastic comment to which

they did not even bat an eyelash. How rade! See, the nicknames for my guards were fitting! Plus, they

had this intense resting bitch face, and it just made me a little han inside to name them. That night, the

bastard electrocuted me again until my wrists bled with the friction

Speaking of the bastard, almost every night I was visited by him. He came in and slept in my bed

forced himself against my body. The first time he did that, I naturally protested. My disubedience got my

arms cuffed tightly behind my back and a dildo gag in my mouth. Now, every night that he visits, he just

cuffs and gags me, saving I have team freedom, Because of our height difference, my hands were

always very close to his manhood and often ended un touching it. Even woke up a fey times with him

jerking off in my hands with his morning wood. He tracture my meht pinky finger when I tried to grab his

dick and injure him. He made it clear I would lose a finger the next time if I tret

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