Leila's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against the restraints that held her captive. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft whisper of her breath. Fear and confusion swirled within her, but she refused to let them consume her completely.
"Who are you people and what do you want from us?" Leila yelled at the men confidently.They stared at her for a second before bursting into a series of uncontrollable laughter."You would know very soon" One of them said before airing out a mild malicious chuckle.Just as despair threatened to take hold, a heavy metal door inside the building creaked open, and a tall figure stepped into the room.The big, dangerous goon stood sauntered in, his imposing presence filling the room. He had a tall and muscular frame, standing well over six feet. His broad shoulders and bulging muscles hinted at the strength and power he possessed. Every movement he made seemed calculated and precise, showcasing his control and dominance.His face was rugged and weathered, bearing the marks of a life filled with violence and confrontations. A strong jawline accentuated his intense expression, which seemed etched with a mix of cruelty and coldness. Scars crisscrossed his face, testaments to past encounters and battles fought. His eyes, deep-set and piercing, revealed a hardness that sent shivers down Leila's spine. They seemed to hold a darkness, as if he had seen and done things that had hardened his soul.The goon's hair was cropped short, giving him a no-nonsense look that matched his intimidating demeanor. He had a thick, muscular neck that merged seamlessly with his powerful shoulders. His arms, covered in tattoos and veins, suggested a life of physical confrontation and brutality.Dressed in a dark suit that hugged his bulging muscles, the goon exuded an air of authority and danger. Every move he made exuded confidence, as if he knew he was a force to be reckoned with. His presence alone filled the room with a palpable tension, making it clear that crossing paths with him meant facing the consequences.His size, strength, and battle-hardened appearance made it clear that he was not someone to be taken lightly. Leila knew that she would have to tread carefully and cautiously in her dealings with him."You are the daughter of that worthless woman right?" He leaned further and cupped Leila's chin with his palm."Pretty isn't she?" The huge intimidating man who was obviously the boss, turned to others in the room and smirked."Yes boss, she could be of good use you know" One of the men added.The huge man growled as he examined Leila's features again, his eyes scanned her from head to toe.Fear robbed Leila of speech, she began breathing heavily. She closed her eyes and wished to be swallowed up.The intimidating gambler placed a hand of his on Leila's breast causing her to jerk out in anger and fear."Let me go! Leave me alone! Where is my mother?" She finally spoke up."Relax, your mother is fine. She's inside" He assured before giving one of his men a hand signal, ordering to bring Leila's mother.Leila's mind wandered off to what must have happened to her mother ever since she was kidnapped by this men.She hoped and prayed internally that her mother was ok and fine.Leila's heart continued to race as she anxiously waited for her mother to be brought into the room. Her mind was filled with a mixture of fear, hope, and determination. She knew she had to stay strong for both herself and her mother.After what felt like an eternity, the heavy metal door swung open once again, revealing two of the goons dragging her mother inside. Leila's eyes widened in both relief and worry as she saw her mother's disheveled appearance. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and exhaustion."M-Mom!" Leila cried out, her voice quivering with emotion. She strained against her restraints, desperately wanting to rush to her mother's side.The big, dangerous goon released his hold on Leila's chin and took a step back, allowing her to see her mother clearly. He observed the emotional exchange with a hint of amusement in his eyes, seemingly enjoying the distress he had caused."Leila are you alright?" her mother managed to speak, her voice trembling with both relief and concern."I'm okay, Mom, I hope they didn't hurt you" Leila replied, her voice filled with determination.Tears welled up in her mother's eyes as she nodded, the love between them unspoken but deeply felt. They were each other's strength in this dark and uncertain situation.The big goon cleared his throat, breaking the tender moment between mother and daughter."Spare me the boring family reunion, there is your mother. Where the fuck is my money?" The gambler questioned with a raised brow, his voice laced with authority.Leila's heart sank as she realized that their ordeal was far from over. The goon's intentions were still unknown, and she feared what he might demand from them."What do you want from us?" Leila demanded, her voice filled with a mix of defiance and desperation.The big goon smirked, seemingly amused by her defiance. "You see, Leila, your mother here owes me a significant debt and she has refused to pay me, I gave her several months but now I need this money, It's either I get it or I drain it from you both" he threatened, his tone dripping with veiled threats.Leila's eyes widened in shock. She had always suspected her mother's addiction, having a hand in this, but she never imagined the extent of the trouble it would lead them into."I don't have such an amount of money" Leila said, her voice trembling.The goon took a step forward, closing the distance between them. " Look young lady, Look at me" he ordered.And Leila obeyed fearfully."Do you really think I give a fuck? You both either get me my money or you loose your heads" He threatened menacingly.Leila's heart skipped a beat as she processed the proposition. The thought of being at the mercy of this powerful and unpredictable man filled her with dread, but she couldn't bear the thought of her mother suffering because of her actions.She locked eyes with her mother, silently communicating her determination to protect her at any cost.In spur of the moment the calm but audible sound of a car outside the building caught the attention of everyone.Lights from different black luxurious cars shun on the building walls."Fuck! I asked you to come alone and you brought the feds? I'm going to fucking kill you for this" The goon who was suddenly fearful, cocked his gun and pointed it at a terrified Leila."I didn't bring anyone, I swear. I came alone" Leila swore and rose up her hands in complete surrender."Please don't shoot" Leila's mother uttered.The goons did the same, they pointed their guns at Leila's mother and watched the entrance of the building closely. Waiting to see whoever was behind it.The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the building, Leila's heart raced even faster. The atmosphere in the room became electric with tension as everyone held their breath, awaiting the arrival of whoever was outside.Suddenly, the heavy metal door swung open with a loud crash. Stefano, the tall blonde muscular don stepped into the room with all of his glory.He possessed a striking presence that commanded the attention of everyone. His physical features exuded a potent combination of charm, power and allure.Standing at a height that towered above most, he had a strong and commanding presence. Broad shoulders and a sculpted chest gave him an imposing frame that hinted at his capacity for both protection and dominance.His chiseled face was a captivating blend of rugged masculinity and refined features. His dashing looks were enough to throw any woman on her knees.Sharp cheekbones and a defined jawline accentuated his facial structure, giving him an air of sophistication an
"Get the girl, we are leaving" Stefano commanded the capos before plodding out of the building.Two hefty men grabbed Leila's arm as she struggled to release herself from their iron grip."Leave me the fuck alone!" Leila screamed at the men but it was of no use, they firmly gripped onto her arm, took her out of the building and dropped her in Stefano's car."What have you done? My mother!" Her screams were deafening, enough to freeze the blood in one's veins. "Let me out of the fucking place!" Leila continued to wail, pushing the door with every strength in her.Irritated, Stefano cupped her chin, digging his fingers deep into her flesh. His scorching gaze locked onto her eyes, penetrating her very soul, while the razor-sharp contours of his jawline seemed capable of slicing through the very fabric of existence itself."I swear if you do not shut it, I will end you and dispose your body, right here, right now" Stefano threatened a frightened Leila, his fierce gaze still locked onto h
LEILAAs I stepped through the entrance of the mansion's double doors, I was immediately awed by the breathtaking view of the mansion. The interior saturated with a mix of Italian luxury and comfort.Sunlight poured through the towering windows, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors that stretch out before me. The air was filled with a subtle scent of fresh flowers, mingling with the delicate fragrance of beeswax candles that flickered softly in ornate candle sticks.My gaze was drawn to the soaring ceilings adorned with intricate, hand-painted murals depicting scenes of mythological tales and celestial wonders alongside this man and pictures of other people who seemed really close to him, like his family members. The walls adorned with luxurious silk tapestries, showcasing a mosaic of colors, with this I could easily tell that he had an impeccable taste and love for art.Plush velvet sofas and chairs beckoned with their rich crimson and gold tones, adding a regal touch to
LEILAAs the sun's rays danced through the sheer white curtains, gently caressing my face, I resisted the external urge to open my eyes.The softness of the king-sized bed held me in its comforting embrace, urging me to relax a little longer. My weak body struggled from the temptation of sleeping longer than usualBlinking away the remnants of sleep, I struggled to gather my thoughts. A rapid knock on the door jeered me out of my sleep. Who could be coming to disturb me so early this morning. It better not be that wicked man that runs his mouth at every given chance."Who is that?" I inquired with sleepy eyes. struggling to stand from the comfort of my bed.Without an answer, a lady dressed in a black and white maid outfit walked in with a tray of food in her hands."Mr Stefano said we should never serve his food again, he said you should be the one to always serve his food" She said calmly.Fuck! So he really was not joking when he said my duty is to serve his food, everything abou
LEILAAt the end of the room, just beside a window were shackles and handcuffs on the wall.My eyes darted to the large bed, the room was quite different from the other room I had been.Less luxurious and more mysterious, it looked more like a prison room than a bedroom. No paintings, no chandeliers and no colorful lights.It looked like a pauper's room, one with shackles. What the hell does this man do in here? Why did he bring me here? "Undress now!" He ordered whilst turning to lock the door. "Undress? Why would I do such a thing for you? You are not my husband neither are you my boyfriend so why should I?" I scowled at him, finally finding the confidence I had lost minutes ago."I don't need to be any of those for you to undress for me, I own you so you have no obligations" He said coldly, glaring down at me with hungry eyes."Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you let me go? How long will I stay in your house?" I cried out.Without uttering any words he walked towards me,
LEILABeen not able to feel legs was one of the most discomforting feelings ever, I felt like a slut, like a prostitute. Was that all he saw me as? A mere commodity for his sexual pleasures? Is that all he saw in me when he made that contract? How exactly did he know of my mother's debts? So many questions hurled in my mind.I hate him so much, every fibre in me despites him, how can he be so heartless to me? he just caged me like a slave and tried to molest me.I won't let him go scott free for molesting me like that, is that how he treats women where he comes from? He thinks he is some sort of a god that can do whatever he wants with anyone but he has chosen the wrong woman.I will call the police and report him for sexual harassment and then he would have to face the law for disrespecting me.I am not one of those women he can toy with and expect to keep shut about it, no way.But how do I call the police without a phone? I need to find my phone and make the call, the phone is pro
LEILAI stared intently as Stefano's sleek car slowly made a turn, gradually driving away from the grand mansion. Finally! The moment had arrived when I could retrieve my phone and urgently call the police.My mind spun with a whirlwind of ideas and plans for the future. I imagined all the places I would go, the freedom I would experience once the authorities had apprehended that beast who wore a human skin. There is this sudden joy that surges up inside me whenever I saw him drive away.Stefano, that insufferable creature had become an unbearable presence in my life. His mere existence seemed to grate against my very soul. The absence of his domineering presence felt like a slice of heaven, a sanctuary from his constant oppression and belittlement.With careful steps, I quietly ambled my way towards the towering doors that led to Stefano's room. I was determined in my mission to retrieve my phone without alerting anyone, not even one of his maids who seemed to be loyal followers
LEILAHis manly grip on me was extremely firm, how can someone be this strong? It didn't even seem like he used much energy to pull my frail self out of the room.Still in the heated atmosphere I struggled to escape my upcoming punishment."Stop!" I fearfully screamed out the only words I could think of at that moment. I felt weightless to his pull.He slammed open the mansion doors and pushed me outside, I was afraid, scared, confused. Any word to describe to describe how terrified I was.But one thing was certain, whatever was about to happen was not something that would be pleasurable.But honestly, have I ever experienced pleasure in the four walls of this huge mansion.Not even a glimpse of happiness."On your knees" he ordered and I scowled.What exactly does this man derive in punishing me? Why does he always want to punish me? He has no idea of what I wanted to even use the device for but still, he wants to punish me for what he believes is wrong."Don't make me repeat myself"