"What!!!" He blared. He went to see for himself while the rest of his men followed behind dragging along Camila with them. Party was over. The girls were all cleaning, mostly weary of the boss and his men aggressive looks towards the VIPs. Boss face turned pale face become even whiter seeing the dead man Camila was given to. Both his thumb and index went to the top of his brows. He massaged knowing the amount of damage this is. This was a Mr Steven, a ranking political man who had placed a heavy price on the kind of virgins he knew he wanted to his satisfaction. But the greater damage was on the floor in room 7. Blackshot, an high illegal drug dealing tycoon and worse his hefty men were outside waiting for their boss not to mention having to deal with his twin brother, the shrewdest Mafia in all Mexico. "We are all FUCKED." Boss told his men while he shot a dangerous glare at Camila. His men thought they had heard those words but the obiviors was his scream. Everyone was startled t
WHIP WHIP! WHIP!! WHIP!!!. Camille lower lips bled just holding the pain. Boss was in rage. He had lost count of how many striking whips had been inflicted on Camila's back. He only want one thing, to make this bitch have a slow taste of death. But she never beg nor did she scream or cried. Camila held on, not dead yet. Boss was pissed, so he continued. The whole room was becoming fogging with perspiration. Camila wrists was tied high up to the roof, her toes barely torching the floor. "I lost everything because of you. You damn bitch. WHIP" "You will die tonight. WHIP" "And when am done with you," Boss made a swift exchange with his belt. Locking the tail of the leather around his palm. His evil grin shows how much worse he will lash the buckle on her. "Expect to see you father and brother with you in hell." With great strength or the last out of exertion the buckle slash Camila back. She do not held back this one. She cried, the agonizing type. Boss went on a couple on t
"Camila, wake up Camila, Father sold you to pay his gambling debts Camila. You need to get away." Camila thought she had heard those words wrong. Besides her little brother's voice was barely beyond a whisper and it was late that night. Such an ungodly hour for a 9 year old to be such a pest to her beauty sleep. "Leave me alone Dante." Still Dante persistent shake continued. He was worried father would come anytime soon. Their little apartment isn't worth sharing much description on. It just the word 'little' comprising of two rooms. With one of the room serving as the bedroom with mats for the children and an old cringing little bed for only Father. The other room serving as Father drinking parlour and gambling space for cards. The whole building was on one level. When they had newly come here, the walls had made both Camila and Dante a little apprehensive. It was snared with light visible stains of blood. Camila thought someone had been murdered here. Gun holes could been seen in
From outside, he stepped into the the parlor followed by father behind him. Father's head was down. He didn't look at Camila, maybe to hide his shame, maybe because of guilt. But Camila didn't care at all, she hated him, she hated him with all the blood that runs through her veins. Dante came running from bedroom. He kept banging his fists on one of the men who still held Camila. "Let my sister go. Leave my sister alone. Don't take her away." He cried in fury. But something halt him in his track. It was "boss" aiming a revolver at Dante. "Please Boss, don't shoot my son." That was father. He stammers when he was caught in a difficult situation. He pleads with boss while he ran to grab Dante behind him. Dante was lucky he was dad's favorite. "Please boss. you have my daughter. I've finally paid my debts. Please don't take my son too." Boss release his index finger from the flat of the trigger while he safely keeps his gun in a holster in his trouser's waistband. Camila strugg
Camila didn't much understand what she was doing in here. But she was not alone. There were some shrill cry at one end of the room. They were girls like her. She looked their way. The lamp did manage to illuminate their fright and fear while they curl up to each other, they were two of hem and quite younger than she was. She blink in both fear and fury at the girls then back at one of her adopters. She didn't care how the man observed her, all she wanted to do is get out of here. Maybe take Dante along and go somewhere far away, far from Father. "Such beauties you got here." The man stretch his right arm for Camila breasts. Camila shove his hand off before he could make contact with her body. He hissed, then smirk, "A true wide one. You will make an excellent lover." He waved some of Camila curls aside. Camila jolts backward disgusted by his dirty fingers across her hair. Her body had been unsteady the entire time, her breaths too. She was cold, but refuse to show the man before h
Camila shook her face away. Boss turn to leave. His goons followed too. When the door shut close, Maria and Anna rushed to their plates savaging the content in it. Camila could clearly see that the men was horrible enough to let the girls starve just so they could prove who own their lives now. They dig in with their fingers. Camila only stared down at her food in disgust kicking it to the wall. But the girls didn't pay attention to her, they kept eating until their plates were empty. They were surprise to see Camila food spilled all over the wall. Camila hardly can tell how long time had gone. Judging by her aggressive stomach, she could tell its already past mid day. Even the loud music she had been hearing had subsided. Seems like Boss only runs his business late at night. She drift to slumber with her churning stomach thinking of her promise to mother, thinking of Dante. Whip! Something thick lashed on Camila right foot. She jolt awake feeling the stinging pain of the bel
Days past with the girls not knowing what will become of them. Will they die here or boss just want them to suffers. Camila smiled thinking of death crawling in to her 'close to lifeless' body. She thought about mother. If she dies now, she will be with mother. But then another thought made her sad and frown, how will she face her. How will she face her, knowing fully well she still hasn't fulfilled her promise. So thinking of Dante kept her going, breathing and living. The door creak open on each occasion as a goon or another bring in the girls' food. Some sort of undefined leftovers. Each one of the food didn't look good to Camila but she manage to eat. She needed the strength. She needs to make sure any fool who tries stupid with her gets it. So she trained, fist punched the air after eating. She kicked, remembering how men her neighborhood trained in combat while she and her brother peeped at close range. Each goon who came, pointed a weapon at her just so she doesn't do s
"Good girl." He smiled. Winkles made way at the corner of his lips. "Do it." He told the men whose hands have not left her shoulders and arms. They advance her forward to curtain that demarcated the room they were in. There they lay her flat on the bed making her face up. One the goon held her arms above her heads where he used a Flexible cuffs retraining her wrist to the metal head broad. The other goon held her ankles down, so when his partner was through with the cuffs, he strode forward to one of Camilla legs with next goon flexing his grip on the girl's other ankle. Camila was confused about what they plan on doing to her. She struggled to shook her arms and legs free. She winced when the goons spread her legs apart then the doctor knelt down, moved the hem of her gown upward. He moved the ridge of her panties to the side of her pussy. His fingers examined her pussy. Sometimes he gets little annoyed because Camila wouldn't stay still for him to carry on his necessary examinat