Sold 2 The Mafia Boss
each day was a cycle of pain, fear, and despair. My mother's death was the spark that lit the inferno of misery I now called my life. I had watched her fade away slowly, pow
himself to be a monster. He shed the façade of civility the moment her body was cold. At first, it was subtle cutting remarks, a cruel smirk when I tried to talk back,
r the blows had landed. The sting was sharp, but the humiliation was worse. My arms, legs, and back became a canvas of purple bruises and angry r
w used to the gnawing hunger that twisted my stomach into knots. When he did feed me, it was with scraps, cold, stale leftovers that bar
neel for hours. My knees would scrape against the cold, hard floor until the skin was raw and bleeding
wing blood that dripped down my arm in crimson streaks. "This is a lesson," he said, his tone void of emotion. The slices weren't deep e
a burden. And when his debts gre
ded over to men who saw me as nothing more than property. Their eyes were cold, void of humanit
in the air, mingling with the salty tang of tears. Around me, other girls huddled in their own cages, their eyes hollow, their spirits broken. Some crs, their voices harsh and unyielding, treating us like animals. Food was scarce, a piece of bread he
dise. I had seen girls pulled from their cages, their cries echoing in the market as they were dragged away. Some fough
. But prayers meant noth
ed into action. A new buyer had arrived, someone important enough to make even these hardened
en I s
ed with a confidence that sent a chill down my spine. His dark hair was slicked back, and his sharp features were
over the cages, cold and calculating, before landing on me. I felt the weight of his s
red, his voice de
et. My legs shook beneath me, but I managed to stand, my body trembling like
, his tone leaving
rough hands. I stumbled as they pulled me forward, my body too
rdered, his voice sha
The fabric clung to my skin, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. My reflection in the cracked
ating blanket. The ride to his mansion was silent, but his presence was overwhelming. He d
throat. The mansion was stunning, its grandeur both beautiful and t
," he co
him inside. He didn't look back, but his presence was enough to guid
on. A pawn in whatever tw
ized the nightmare wasn't