Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

(Trigger warning: Mature audience)

My heart raced as he uttered those chilling words, “Drag her to my room.” I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing as he discarded the gun near the lifeless body. He turned and made his way towards his room, leaving me filled with fear and confusion.

Just then, four of the guards stepped forward toward me while the rest started clearing the mess in the area. As the guards approached, their stoic expressions concealed their true feelings. I could sense their discontent with the chaotic situation, and it only fueled their animosity towards me. It seemed like they had more reasons to despise me now.

My heart skipped a beat as the four imposing figures loomed in front of me. “Please, this way,” they said. I gulped hard, nodding my head ever so slightly. I wasn’t ready to escalate the situation any further.

So I allowed my body to move on autopilot as I took hesitant steps toward the room. My mind was clouded, unable to process the horrifying scene I had just witnessed. Escaping seemed futile; I knew they would catch me before I could even reach the end of the corridor. The weight of fear pressed down on me, suffocating any hope of survival.

I still have some plans, dying now will be pointless and equally make me a coward and make our company gone forever.

My heart raced as I reached the door, feeling their presence close behind me. With a deep breath, and nervously stretched out my trembling hand forward and pushed the door open.

However, as I entered the room, chills crawled up my body, causing me to tremble. With each nervous step, his dreadful voice echoed against the walls, sending terrifying chills through my already shivering body. It was an unnerving experience.

“You all were well informed to drag her ass, or are you all now deaf?” He was standing in the middle of the room, his back facing us as he gazed into the image of the woman in the picture. His voice was filled with coldness and devoid of any emotions.

I could feel the tremor in my body as I shuddered against the wall, using the door for support, “Boss….. We accept our punishment,” they mumbled before forcefully gripping my hands harshly, feeling the blood circulating being blocked and pain instantly shot through my body.

Chuckling, he waved dismissively with his left hand, still facing away from us. The guards nodded and forcefully pushed me into the room. I groaned and stumbled to the ground, feeling a sense of dread as the door was closed and locked behind me. It was just me and this terrifying presence in the room.

“You broke the second rule……” His voice, smooth as silk, sent shivers down my spine, but the ominous aura surrounding him made it difficult to appreciate its remarkable quality. The words he spoke echoed in the room, emphasizing the severity of my transgression.

“He is a demon… He took everything away from us! Enjoying slacking us to nothing after taking everything from us in our vulnerable state,” I whispered to myself, the words dripping with bitterness and resentment. The memories of his manipulation and the pain he inflicted on us came rushing back, fueling my anger. But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, I had to remind myself to stay focused. This manipulating demon stood before me, his presence casting a dark shadow over the room. As he paused, the anticipation grew, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. Time seemed to stand still as he slowly began to turn around.

My heart skipped a beat as he abruptly turned, causing me to instinctively recoil from his piercing gaze. The intensity in his eyes sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. “Rule two was broken… lying,” he stated, his voice laced with a mix of authority and menace. He slowly walked over to the couch and with calculated confidence, he sauntered over to the couch and settled himself down. Crossing one leg over the other in a casually hazardous manner.

I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to gather the courage to respond. The room seemed to close in around me, and I averted my gaze, unable to meet his intense stare. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to resist, to not give in to his twisted desires. His charm was undeniable, but it was the dangerous glint in his eyes and the wicked smirk on his lips that sent shivers down my spine.

“Strip………. Seduce me,” Suddenly his commanding voice cut through the silence, demanding that I strip and seduce him. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and I could feel the gravity of the situation sinking in. I refused to let fear consume me, but I knew that whatever he had in mind was nothing short of deadly. With a calculated nonchalance, he relaxed in his chair, his eyes never leaving me, his smirk growing wider.

“Yes, strip……”

I gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief as I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, seeking comfort and protection. The nightstand became my refuge, a small barrier between me and the unsettling presence in the room. His gaze felt like a physical force, slowly stripping the clothes off my body. “Who… What are you saying?” I stammered, my voice trembling with fear. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and the fear in my eyes was impossible to hide.

“Aghh… Ouch! How could I forget that you need some slow music to strip tease,” he exclaimed, dismissing my question as if it were of no importance. Ignoring my confusion, he rose from the couch and made his way towards the wall. I watched in surprise as he pushed it open, revealing a completely different room beyond. The new space was filled with vibrant colors, emanating a brighter and more dreadful atmosphere. Without hesitation, he confidently stepped through the doorway.

My heart raced as I caught sight of the BDSM equipment in the room, sending a wave of fear coursing through me. I couldn’t fathom what was about to unfold, but I knew I couldn’t allow this demon to touch or torture me. Just as my determination solidified, he reappeared with a small music box in his hand. Placing it on the ottoman beside his seat, he switched it on, filling the room with a haunting melody.

As the slow jazz music filled the room, he reached for the remote and switched on a dim blue light, casting a slightly darker ambiance. He then disappeared back into the other room again, only to return with a bottle of Diva Vodka in hand. With a deliberate stride, he approached the room where I stood, closing off the other space behind him.

“Entertain me…….. Be quick and don’t waste my time,” he sat back in his seat and started pouring the liquor inside a glass tumbler.

“Please……. I can’t,” I nervously blurted out, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Don’t get me angry,” he barked.

Nervously, looking at him, I shook my head in fear. Tears rolled furiously down my cheeks as I mustered up the courage to speak. “I’m sorry, but I can’t strip… never!” I yelled, my voice filled with a mix of disgust and pain. The intensity of the moment made my heart race, but I knew I had to stand my ground.

Nonetheless, my words seemed to have struck a chord with him. He abruptly stopped what he was doing and lifted his head, his gaze piercing into me with an unsettling intensity. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure, but the pain in my eyes was undeniable.

“You think you can decline my order? You’re only making things worse. Now, you’ve broken two rules,” he sneered, placing the liquor on the side table beside me. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, almost crushing my breath.

“Lies and disobedience,” he lifted his gaze to look at me, his gaze was hazardous.

“To hell with your rules!” I cried out, my voice filled with defiance as I yelled at him. He shut his eyes momentarily, his fist clenched tightly beside me. A dangerous grin slowly spread across his lips, as if my outburst had only fueled his sinister delight.

“I can not have a cheap priceless whore in my house and still go out there to pay a whore in a club for a nightstand……. I think you should be thanking me for patronizing your profession,” His smirk only intensified the pain in my heart. It hurt more than I could have ever imagined.

“Now strip!” His expression instantly turned brutal and scary.

With a nervous gulp, I stood my ground and shook my head defiantly. “I will never… never!” I declared, my voice filled with determination.

As his eyes turned bloody, my heart raced with fear. Before I could react, my back was slammed harshly against the wall, causing me to groan in pain. His massive hand tightened around my neck, cutting off my breath. Choking for air, I felt the intensity of his anger. “How dare you!” he snarled, his grip tightening even more.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

His wicked grin sent shivers down my spine, his eyes filled with a terrifying mix of hatred and lust as he gazed into my nervous eyes. “How can you forget so soon, wife?” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “For every rule you break, there will be severe consequences of devouring those bodies of yours,” he warned, his smile growing wider. With a forceful push, he opened the wall, revealing a brighter room beyond.

“No… oooh! Damien!” I screamed out in sheer terror, my voice echoing through the room as fear overwhelmed me.