Entangled With The Dominant Mafia
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arest subway, and on my way home, sweat beads on my
shoulders are hunched as I do my best to
ment, I make sure all five locks are in pla
ling hands and try to focu
in a fine layer of sweat. It's been a while since
m where I keep them locked up
a sound, I can't even open my ey
as he croons, "I'm never letting
s clear when I broke
ife and demanded that I have no contact with
move? Why ca
on, and when he crawls over me
th him. He has no
when he reaches my left side, a s
Oh God
cuts into me, and a tea
d to brand you," he whispers. "Don't worry. I'm
r myself a glass of water. Swallowing the tepid liquid down, it takes all my strength
ol of my bod
am for hel
, but then I'm struck with the thought that I
h
he asks me abou
invade his privacy. I'd rather have him berate me for snooping ar
a full-blown panic att
. It's already past six o'clock, and I barely have en
he right frame of mind to be
r, I'm going to see this through. I'm going to regain the control that was stolen from
lans for tonight, I walk to my
ented lotions, I put on my light blue pants that I always feel pretty in
I just swipe mascara onto my lashe
grab my handbag and r
of Manhattan, I remain determined to
are security cameras e
ople have sex knowing there's an e
it's a turn
ubway and walk toward Pa
a bedroom. Nothing else will happen, and if the ma
will g
ouncer, I give hi
he unhooks the red rope so I can e
walk down the hallway, my stoma
n do
ce again, the ski mask with the skull print
y wear someth
a drink before I escort you to your room?" the
t," I say before chuckli
en I sit down on a stool at one of the r
s before walking away. Feeling more anxious
d and seem to be e
r with a man who
breath and let
g and confi
the glass and down half of it. As the alcohol hits my s
staff member, whose petite frame indicates she'
, Miss Blakely,
way, my muscles are tense, an
acking out.
into a room that's decorated in the sam
ing it, I walk toward the armchair
in and the staff member says, "The only rul
ngs, she leaves us alone, a
s
much older than me. He's not bad-lookin
and strong
h
s his eyes sweep over my body.
antha." As my eyes dart to the door, he asks, "What do y
lder before I take a
d, and bracing his arms behind him, he
you around here
nd see only five minutes ha
while I position m
re gripping my handbag, and he le
," I
d my waist and glanc
sks as he scoots up the bed so he
force my gaze back to him and ask, "So...uhm
his ankles. "When I'm
aa
s, Kevin says, "Come lie down next to me. I promise I
t will ne
y waist, and I shake my
, then says, "Let'
hat I agreed to when he reaches for the
efore he can even pull his dick out of his pants,
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