Pregnant by the Mafia boss

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**ARAYA** 

I groaned softly, the pain radiating through my battered body making every movement excruciating. Slowly, I sat up, the unfamiliar weight of exhaustion pulling at me. Though I had no watch, I knew I'd been here for weeks-two, maybe more. My gaze drifted toward the window, the dim light outside casting shadows on the sterile walls of my prison. 

Bruises marred my skin, purple and angry, and I was tethered to an IV drip. My body trembled as I pieced together fragments of what had happened-the blows, the rape, the dark void I'd slipped into afterward. Coma, maybe. 

"Did you have a nice sleep, doll face?" 

His voice was a venomous whisper, oozing malice and mockery. My head snapped downward, avoiding his piercing gaze, my fists clenching as his presence filled the room like poison. 

I risked a glance at him. That smirk. That ever-present smirk that haunted my dreams and turned my stomach. 

"I... I'm fine," I muttered, my voice breaking as I buried my face in trembling hands. 

"Really?" He chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "I think my little angel is finally learning. Good. You'll be rewarded for that." 

I flinched, his words dripping with malice. 

"Don't you want to see the outside world, Miss Stewarts?" he continued, his grin widening like a wolf preparing to pounce. "It's beautiful out there, you know. You'd love the sights." 

"Not interested," I bit out, my lips trembling as I struggled to maintain my composure. 

His smirk faltered, replaced by something far more menacing. In an instant, he was in front of me, his hand gripping my jaw with brutal force. 

"Did you think I was asking?" he growled, his fingers digging into my skin. "It's a command." 

"Please," I whimpered, tears welling in my eyes. "You're hurting me." 

"Am I?" His voice was mockingly soft now, his thumb brushing my cheek as if he cared. "It's your decision, doll. But don't say I didn't warn you." 

He clapped his hands, and two women entered the room. They were dressed provocatively, their smiles artificial and unsettling. One had fiery red hair; the other, raven black. Their features were eerily identical, with wide, empty eyes. 

I stared at them, confusion and dread twisting in my chest. 

"Since you don't want to go outside," he said, slapping the redhead's backside, "you'll learn how to please me... from them." 

"What?" My voice cracked as horror surged through me. 

"Why the shock, sex doll?" His voice was a cruel taunt. "You're just like them-a whore. Stop pretending you're better. Stop pretending you're pure. You're not." 

Tears pricked my eyes, humiliation and rage burning in my chest. 

He grabbed the redhead, pulling her into a rough, degrading kiss. Then, as if for sport, he glanced at me. 

"Don't be jealous," he sneered. "Your turn is coming." 

I turned away, but the sudden sting of his hand across my face forced me to look back. 

"Did you hear me?" he barked, his tone sharp enough to cut. "You'll learn today." 

He yanked me forward, his grip bruising. I cried out in pain but was too terrified to resist. 

"Strip," he commanded, pulling a gun from his pocket. 

I froze, my heart pounding. 

"You don't have a choice," the black-haired woman whispered. "Do it. He doesn't bluff." 

Tears streamed down my face as I complied, my trembling hands pulling at the fabric that clung to me. I stood bare before them, my shame suffocating, my soul breaking. 

The women approached, their smiles like daggers. One grabbed my hair, yanking me forward. 

"Come," she said sweetly, mockery dripping from her tone. 

I tried to step back, but the monster's patience wore thin. With a roar, he sent the women away, his eyes bloodshot with fury. 

"Did you dare disobey me, sex doll?" he hissed. 

Before I could speak, he threw me to the ground with brutal force. 

"I'll break you completely," he snarled. "When I'm done, you won't walk for a year-if you're lucky enough to live that long." 

Terror froze me in place as he loomed over me, his words slicing through my hope. 

"Don't worry," he sneered. "If you don't make it, I'll take very good care of your sister. Maybe she'll be sweeter than you." 

His laugh was a weapon, and his assault was swift and merciless. 

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I trembled at his words, my chest tightening with despair. How could he speak so casually about ruining another life-my sister's life? He thrust himself onto me with the force of a beast, the violence of it stealing my breath. 

"Please... stop," I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper as I felt my body weaken under him. 

"Stop? You don't get to make demands," he sneered, his hands gripping me tightly. I clawed at his arms, scratched his skin, even bit him in desperation, but he didn't relent. His laughter echoed in the room, mocking my futile resistance. 

Finally, he stopped, only to scoop me up like I weighed nothing. Tossing me onto the bed, he loomed over me. 

"Let's change things up, doll face," he said with a wicked grin. "Now you're going to ride me. A little cowgirl action, huh? You're going to beg me to let you keep breathing." 

He grabbed me and positioned me over him, his grip unrelenting as I tried to pull away. Tears streamed down my face as I realized there was no escape. 

"Ride me, sex doll, and I'll grant you a request," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. 

I froze, his words sparking a flicker of hope. Could he really mean it? 

"Do you mean it?" I stammered, choking on the words as my voice quivered. 

"I do, doll," he said, his cold gaze fixed on me. "Just one request. Make it count." 

A sad, broken smile formed on my lips. I knew I had no other choice. 

"C-can I... can I see my sister?" I asked hesitantly, barely able to meet his eyes. 

He tilted his head, pretending to consider my words. Then he smirked. 

"That depends on how well you please me," he said coldly. 

I swallowed my pride, my anger, and my disgust. My body felt like a lifeless shell as I moved to obey him, his degrading demands cutting me deeper than any wound. Every movement was filled with humiliation and despair, but I held onto the faint hope that this sacrifice would lead to something-anything-better. 

Tears fell from my eyes as I endured his twisted demands, his voice rose in sickening pleasure. 

"Fuck.!..

"Oh my God.!" 

""Yes....!

"Harder, doll face! That's it... you're so sweet... so hot... You're mine." 

I blocked out his words, letting my mind drift far away. I imagined my sister's face, her smile, her warmth. That image kept me going, though it felt like my soul was being stripped bare with every second. 

Thirty excruciating minutes later, he let out a guttural moan, collapsing onto me in exhaustion. My body felt heavy and drained, but I didn't care. My only thought was of my sister. 

He sat up slowly, his cruel smile returning. "You did well enough," he said, his voice laced with mockery. 

"And I shall grant you your request."

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**In Front of Her Sister's House** 

The car came to a sudden stop, and I looked out at the house that had once been my safe haven. 

"I'm giving you a month, sex doll," he said coldly. "You'll come back to me after that. Don't act smart, or your sister will suffer the consequences. Do you understand?" 

I nodded silently, too terrified to speak. 

"And..." He leaned closer, his piercing eyes boring into mine. "Cover those bruises. You know what to say and what not to say if you want to stay alive. Keep quiet, and you and your sister might live a peaceful life. But one word out of place, and I'll destroy everything you care about." 

He shoved me out of the car before speeding away. For a moment, I stood frozen, staring at the house that had once been my home. 

Taking a deep breath, I approached the door, my heart racing. When I knocked, my hands trembled, but hope flickered within me. 

Would I finally

see her again? Would my sister be safe? 

As the door creaked open, I smiled faintly, the warmth of familiarity washing over me. 

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