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 cr

s, 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