Mafia's Forced Bride

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auled down into a dark, dank basement, chill and ominous. Around me, several men in

was the reality for my adversary who was displaced and I remained in the m

at was

y had moved me to was pristine and luxurious, its walls painted a s

set filled with clothes in my exact size awaited me. Meals were brough

ndow and. and back to sleep. Today, h

n obse

o saw the catering staff from whom I picked items, and I monitored them in order to study their behavior and habits. My vision was c

staying here wasn't an option. Something deep inside me screamed that this place was

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with snake venom (a broken glass vase with a maid), I absconded wit

the guards went stomping all through the corridors creating a horrible racket with their foot

d standing near my door was pacing, steps fading

catch with the utmost care. The door moaned, but the gatekeeper wouldn't notice.

he dark. The noises of my bare feet on the cold marble floor did

hat it did. My heart pounded, threatening to give me away. At last I ar

the bottom of the first step,

ou think yo

od ran

f the hall, and, as he approached, the guard's

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contact with the slippery surface of the stairs. The sou

ose him, but instead, I struck someth

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hand is held in a vise grip of ir

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office. The one

oolly remarked, yet his words crackl

st his hold. But it was futile. His stren

you?" His tone was almost amused. "But you've mad

. They backed a couple of feet away and put t

room," he said, his voice

He mumbled moved in closer, his body hea

ness," He whispered. "You got one cha

ind me. My breathing was ragged, with my chest rising and f

But he was wrong. This time, I failed. Nex

im. Not f

cape, or d