Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Ava’s POV

“WAKE UP, YOU WHORE.” I heard Sylvester scream. I flinched when he yelled and shot my eyes wide open, meeting a very angry Sylvester. I felt his fist meet my face and I heard my nose break as the blood came rushing out of it.

“You have been out for a week, slut.” Sylvester shouted, grabbing a fist full of my hair and yanking it to the side. I tried too punch him too defend myself but was unable when I felt the chain’s yank my arm back. “You”re gonna pay for that.” Sylvester said, noticing my action.

I watched in horror as he let go of my hand and started too undue his belt.

He pulled down his pants leaving him only in his boxers and a shirt. My eyes widened and I started to go into panic mode, Sylvester watched my struggling and started laughing. He placed himself on top of me and began attacking my neck with his mouth.

My eyes started to water when he began touching me.

I was still in my black dress from going out with Andrew and Sylvester knew that he had easy access to whatever he wanted. I began flailing my arms and legs around, making my body move around, in an attempt to get Sylvester off but I couldn’t do much because of the chains.

“Stop moving. I wanted you to be awake for this; I want you to remember this.” Olive said, his mouth still attacking my neck going down further and further.

I screamed and screamed hoping, praying that someone would hear me and help. Tears began to stream down my face as I felt him rip my dress in half, exposing my underwear.

“This is better than anything I expected.” Sylvester grinned, as he stopped attacking me and looked at me now almost exposed in the red lingerie I was wearing for Andrew.

“GET AWAY FROM ME.” I yelled at the top of my lungs, still flailing myself around hoping that I could slip my hand through one of the restraints.

“Shut up, I know you’re going to enjoy this.” He said, placing his hand over my mouth preventing me from screaming and reaching for my underwear. I took the opportunity to bite his hand as hard as possible, drawing blood and making Sylvester yell.

He yanked his hand away from my mouth and looked at me viciously. He reached behind his back and pointed a gun at me.

“Please kill me.” I thought, closing my eyes ready to accept my fate.

I heard a gunshot go off and waited for the pain to kick in but once I felt nothing but ringing in my ears I opened my eyes. I inspected myself and saw that there was no blood anywhere, I looked back at Sylvester and he started to laugh like a maniac.

“I am not too kill you kitten, he gave you up and I intend to have some fun.” Sylvester hissed. I furrowed my eyebrows in wonder of why he started to call me “kitten” and who was talking about. The only person that called me “kitten” was… no.

My eyes shot back too him and I looked into his, searching for an answer. Sylvester’s straight face turned into a evil smile when he knew what I was thinking. He bent down by me and looked me straight in the eyes before saying, “Andrew, gave you too me.”

My eyes widen and I felt them start to water. Sylvester’s evil laugh filled the room and I hear him walk out, leaving me completely alone to my thoughts.

“Did Andrew sell me?”

“Did he fake everything?”

“No”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Sylvester is just trying to get into my head.”

I bring my hand too my in an attempt too wipe a tear off my cheek but am surprised when I actually felt my hand caress my cheek. I opened my eyes and look at my hand and back up too the chain.

“That stupid idiot shot the chain and not the wall.”

I took my now free arm, letting it fall to the ground in exhaustion.

My arm lay on the ground for a good 10 minutes before I found the strength to bring it up too my other chained up arm. I observed the clasp around my wrist, it was about 3 inches thick and had a lock around it, connecting it to the chains. I noticed that it wasn’t a military grade lock and I could easily pick it if I had something to pick it with.

I used my free hand to grab a bobby pin out of my hair and started to work on the lock, a few seconds later the lock unlocked, unchaining me from the wall. My arm fell and after a few minutes of rest I picked the ankle locks.

After I had gotten myself completely free I looked around the very familiar room. There was no flooring so it was all concrete, in the corner next to me there was the blood stained mattress I used to sleep in and the door on the other side of me, which was only a few feet away.

I carefully got up and attempted to cover myself with what was left of my dress but was unsuccessful because Sylvester ripped it in half across my stomach. I steadied my breathe trying not to remember what he had done and tried to walk over to the door.

I knew it wouldn’t open because Sylvester always locked it so I just needed to wait for him to come down and grab his gun from his back waist band, shot him and then grab the key and escape. Simple.

I knew he wouldn’t be coming for a while since he just spent time with me and from the amount of thumps from upstairs, it was about 6 and people were starting to come in. I sat down next to the door and brought my legs to my chest, hugging them.

Thoughts racing around in my head about everything that he said.

“Andrew was the only one to call me kitten.”

“So how would Sylvester know that.”

“Maybe Andrew really did sell m- No he wouldn’t.”

“There has to be another reason.”

“After I escape I will go to him.”

“He must be worried about me.”

I was brought out of thought when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and approaching the door.

I pressed myself beside the door so when he swung it open he wouldn’t see me. I heard the key being placed into the key whole and turn until I heard a, “click.”

The door swung open and Sylvester walked into the room starring across at the chains that were empty. I looked at his back and saw the black handle of the gun, I lunged at him before he could turn around and successfully grabbed the gun form his waistband.

He felt the movement and turned around, facing me with a gun pointed to his head.

My breath stopped when I remembered the last time I pointed a gun at Sylvester. I shoved the thought out of my head and refocused my attention to Sylvester.

“I WILL KILL YOU, YOU WHO-” Sylvester started but couldn’t finish when I pulled the trigger, leaving a bullet hole in-between his eyes.

His lifeless body dropped to the floor and I stood in shock, I felt tingles run up and down my body before I looked at Sylvester again. Satisfaction ran through me, I killed him, he was dead, I was strong. I pointed the gun down at his lifeless body and started shooting him until I emptied the chamber, leaving his face completely un recognizable.

I turned around and sprinted out the door and up the stairs, leading to a very busy strip club.

I took the back way out and walked out to the parking lot, still in my torn dress and red lingerie. I searched the lot and found Sylvester’s car, I punched the glass window, setting off the car alarm but quickly disabled it when I got it.

I slid into the driver’s seat and pulled down the sun shades hoping to find the keys and alas I felt something fall into my lap. I took the keys and started the ignition and drove out of the club, racing onto the road.

“FUCK.” I screamed, when I realized I was still in LA and across the country from Andrew. I hit the steering wheel but instantly regretted it when I felt a sharp pain flow through me. I pulled the car over to inspect what had caused it too hurt so much and my eyes widened when I saw that my hand was almost purple.

I looked down at the rest of my body and whined when I noticed the marks that Sylvester left including the punches from a week ago. I had to go to a hospital.

I got back onto the road and drove to the nearest hospital I could find. I parked in the emergency driveway and tried to get out of the car when I noticed I could barely stand due to the immense pain coming from my stomach and legs.

“Excuse me you can’t park here. OH MY GOD.” I heard a nurse say coming out of the hospital doors.

I looked up at her weekly and tried to walk over to her but failed when I lost my balance and blacked out.

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

“What the hell was that god awful noise.” I thought to myself not wanting to open my eyes.

Beep…

Beep…

“Fine, god damit.”

I opened my eyes and adjusted to the light around me. I looked around and saw needles inside of me, wires hooked up to me and a machines all around me.

“What the hell.” I murmured, grabbing the wires, pulling them off me as well as the needles.

“Don’t do that.” I heard someone say. I looked up and saw a lady that was wearing an all blue outfit… a nurse.

“I will live.” I said, rolling my eyes and proceeding to take off the wires. I didn’t want to be rude but I had somewhere too be and I didn’t want to bring to much attention to myself.

“Okay I will let the police know you are awake and then I will get you some pain killers.” The nurse said, walking away from my room.

“NO NO NO POLICE.” I screamed, trying to get out of the bed too go chase her down.

She turned back into my hospital room and raised an eyebrow at me, “You had clasps around your wrists and there were signs of abuse, Miss. I have to get the police.”

“Please don’t, please.” I begged.

“I am sorry, Miss but I have too.” She sighed walking out of the room again.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“Fuck.” I muttered under my breathe. I looked around me and noticed that I had no belongings and I could just make a run for it. I struggled to get out of the bed but found it easy to walk; I steadied myself and slowly walked out of the room looking both ways down the hall before sprinting to the exit.

I swung the “Emergency Exit” stairs and started bolting down them.

“Ouch”

“Ouch”

“Ouch”

I finally got to the first floor and sprinted out of the hospital and into the city. I felt abnormally cold and looked down and noticed I was still wearing the hospital gown. I frantically looked around and took a deep breathe when I noticed it was the middle of the day and no one was on the streets.

I waved down a taxi and got it, getting weird glances from the driver I ignored them and gave him an address. When we arrived at our destination I told the taxi driver to wait for me while I go get the money.

I walked up the driveway and knocked on the door.

“Hi, shortness.”