Mafia's obsession with revenge

the first time Amelia saw Aaron in person, she had only seen his photos prior to this. They were sitting on the sofa in the living room and Aaron was pleasuring

ees; when did she get time to devote herself to high level fitness. They did no

on. Amelia excused herself and went straight to her bedroom to g

emed nervous when the introduction was happening although Amelia never understood why as he seemed comfortable minutes ago while making out

the handshake. He kept looking at his hand and Amelia hand, recapitulating

buried in his pocket. Was he nervous while speaking? When Amelia had extended her hand, he seemed flummoxed and now he was so jittery while forming a simple sentence.

or work." He let out a small sigh w

nd vegetable balls for you. Its high time I stop being a

e and brought it home for you. My patients relax during my sessions after taking the tea. Don't forget to drink it. Its sh

efore dawn. I will use my keys to open; won'

tea leaves were imported from Japan. Amelia's rich father always purchased superlative products for his family. It costed around five thousand dollars for 100 grams that would suffice

t headed. She headed towards her bed; she felt a little weird while walking hers steps were he

ulty her eyes were partially opened but everything seemed blurred in the small area of vision available. She noticed a silhouette

trying to feel it. Amelia tried hard to move her body but couldn't; she seemed to be para

He was now unbuttoning her shirt and his head now shifted to her bare upper chest. There were suckling sounds heard and she could feel the patches getting cold where his saliva was deposited; his fingers moved down to her panty line and then stopped abruptly. Amelia's breathing had got faster with tears trickling down making her cheeks moi

back to sleep very soon. When she woke in the morning, she saw her duvet was pulled down, her shirt buttons were open exp

a new leaf by providing cooked meals to her. Sandra saw that Amelia was sitting on th

was quick enough to understand that something was wrong with Amelia

er thumb. "Whats wrong sweetheart. Tell me. Am I not your friend?". Ameli

ad great difficulty in opening her mouth to form t

ons. Amelia burst out crying; Sandra hugged her and Amelia rested her head on her shoulder w

saliva everywhere on her skin without forgetting to mention that he will repeat the act again wi

s possible. I hope you haven't bathed. Let's hurry up or the results from the samples of your vagina will not authenticat

shook h

pproach the police or you bathed and ru

he only touched me, he didn'

ent yesterday with the sole objective to touch you and threaten you that he will tou

stolen from this house, anyways we never had

last sentence but arduous situation was br

." Sandra interrupted " And left when

r hearing that a man entered a house with closed and locked windows and door without brea

...you understand ....it just didn't happen... just a

my skin was bare.how can you explain that... I

g the dreams. It happens specially when yo

k a brief pause trying to find the right words that could explain her without compromising Amelia's

onships, but Amelia didn't crave for the physical touch so much that it would mess with her head. She didn't want to have any relati

logical the way Sandra concluded it but, " no wait. I could smell his perfume and his voice was familiar too..

ra's lips curled up while Ameli

understood the angle in which Sandra deciphered the whole case. She want

hink." Amelia blew

se." Sandra joined her

oot taller than me, built muscular, has

ek God looks. I have seen his photos in magazine

es were average in terms of conventional beauty. I have told you many times that

terone." Sandra licked her lips. "Any straight woman can go down on her knees for him. No

frankly, doesn't your hear

er than erotica. She failed to explain Sandra who believed it was high time for her to ge

you one?" Amelia widened her eyes to see the seriousness emitting from Sandra's

her chronicles and that scared her even more. Only if Sandra could empathise her dismay, she would narrate how this wasn't the fir

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y's

ing on his thighs and his posture bending forward to bring himse

ve me a c..chance. I will get all the g

un all over the man's face as if

of the gun were shot right into Freddy's head. Blood had splattered eve

their mistakes. He felt like God because he knew none of his murders and crimes would be visble in the public. He knew money and power would hide all his

ocence of a little teenage child. My plan is simple. Seduce her and make her your mistress. She should be ruined. The world saw me as a molester 10 years back and

ck when he was poor with no support, no power. An innoc

n then to the state he was currently in. And he laughe