Mafia's Dark Possession

The room was pitch black, except for a sliver of moonlight peeking through the boarded up window. The only sounds were Leah's loud and desperate screams, mixed by the harsh slap of flesh on flesh as he brutally thrust into her over and over again. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed to the bed, nails dug into her palms as she struggled futilely against the restraints. The man gripped her hips bruisingly, shoving his thick c**k deeper, stretching her impossibly wide with each fierce stroke. "Please, stop... It hurts..." Leah cried out. But her pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned out by his bestial grunts of pleasure. The next moment, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, muffling her screams as he pounded into her relentlessly. Tears streamed down Leah's face, blurring her vision. Her body shook with agonized sobs, thighs quivering from the brutal assault. As she was out of breath, he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, only to latch onto her breasts. His tongue lapped at her swallowen n*****s before drawing one into his mouth. Leah squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face. Disgust and pain swirled in her gut. "Stop...please..." She whimpered weakly. But her cries only seemed to excite him more. "f**k yes... Just like that. Get more wet for me, my sweet Leah..." he groaned, sucking forcefully. Then the wet, obscene sounds of their violent coupling intensified, along with her anguished moans mixing with his lustful groans. After what felt an eternity, his body shuddered and Leah felt the hot rush of his release flooding her battered core before he abruptly pulled out with a last harsh thrust. A strangled sigh of relief escaped her as the man clicked open the cuffs. Leah laid there, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. She was spread open and exposed on the sweat-soaked sheets but her body was too worn out to move. Next moment, she heard the rustle of clothes followed by the click of the lock which sounded unnaturally loud in the sudden silence. He was finally gone. Leah curled in on herself, her body shaking with quiet sobs. Another night survived. But the nightmare would continue tomorrow. And Leah wished she knew how many more nightmares she could endure before she finally died and escaped from this hell. As Leah thought she could finally rest, the door unlocked once again. Her tired eyes opened wide, taking in the male figure standing in the doorway. Fear washed over her as she recognized the figure at instant. She had prayed for the past few days that he wouldn't return too soon, but it seemed like her luck would never favour her. No, not again... her heart raced, panic clawing up her throat. She shrank back against the headboard as the figure stepped inside, the lock clicking shut behind him. "Ander..." She whispered his name, and it sounded like a death sentence. He took his time walking to the bed, boots thudding deliberately against the floor. Leah shrunk into herself, clutching the thin sheet to her bare chest. She was utterly terrified, paralyzed by fear as he approached her, stopping at the end of the bed. "Well, well," Ander drawled. "Looks like someone missed me, hmm?" Leah's body trembled at the mere sound of his voice dripping with malice. "I...I can't..." A sob choked her. "Please Ander, I'm too sore." A dark chuckle rumbled from Ander's chest, drinking in her terror. "Dad was quite rough on you, wasn't he? I can see that." His voice was sickeningly calm. "But what can I do? I need my plaything." Tears blurred her vision but she didn't dare look away from the man whose shadow looming over her. "Ander, please..." "You know I've been gone a long time," he cut her off, voice still deceptively gentle. "I missed f*****g my toy." Before she could beg further, he grabbed her ankle and yanked her towards him. She screamed, thrashing and struggling to break free from his grasp. But it was no use, Ander's grip was too strong. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, his grip tightening as Leah continued to struggle. "No, leave me... I can't do this tonight..." She began kicking and flailing, but Leah's resistance only fueled Ander's twisted lust. He carried her into the red room. The walls seemed to close in on her as Leah took in her surroundings. She had been here before, too many times to count. She knew very well what was awaiting for her, the same brutal treatment she'd endured night after night for the past three years. However, Leah also knew her body couldn't endure any more torture, at least not tonight. Miguel had taken her here every night for the past two weeks,without giving her any time to recover. Her battered body screamed in protest. But she was also devoid of the strength to resist any longer. Ander dropped her to the floor, then quickly bound her wrists with a coarse rope hanging from the ceiling, suspending her a few inches above the ground. Leah's breath caught in her throat as she watched Ander undress. She knew what was coming next, and she couldn't bear it. Leah was praying for nothing but death at that horrific moment as she mumbled to let her go. But Ander seemed unfazed by her pleas. He approached her with a syringe filled with a liquid. "Wh...What's that?" Leah stammered in horror. "A new drug, Leah," Ander replied with chilling nonchalance. "Since dad has surely ravaged you earlier, this will stoke your arousal." "No, no, no..." Leah shook her head violently, breaking down into anguished sobs. "You promised no more drugs," she cried out between gasping breaths. But Ander paid no heed. He plungged the needle into her arm ruthlessly. As the foreign substance coursed through her veins, Leah's cries muffled into incoherent whimpers. Her consciousness grew hazy while body tingling with unwelcome numbness. She felt the heat began building in her core. Despair rose in her throat. Leah knew that this was only the beginning of another long, torturous night. She closed her eyes, tears still streaming down her face, and waited for it all to be over. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Leah woke up, she didn’t know if it was morning or noon. She was lying naked on the cold floor. Her hands were still tied tightly behind her back, and when she tried to move, pain shot through her v****a, making her suck in a sharp breath. She squeezed her eyes shut as blurry memories of last night rushed back. The last thing she remembered from last night was getting whipped by Ander for not being the perfect little toy as he wished. But now, feeling the deep, throbbing pain all over, she realized he hadn’t stopped even after she was unconscious. He definitely had his way with her unconscious body. As Leah lay helplessly on the cold floor, the door creaked open. A maid stepped inside and walked toward her. "Leah, it's already noon... You should get up and have something," the woman said gently as she knelt beside her, carefully untying the tight ropes around her wrists. Her name was Tessa, an older woman who had been assigned by Miguel Paredes to take care of Leah after all the brutality he and his son put her through every night. As soon as the ropes were undone, Leah groaned in pain. Her body felt like it had been crushed, every muscle screaming as she tried to roll onto her back. "Careful, Leah," Tessa cautioned, her voice filled with sympathy. Tessa was the only person in this house who showed her any kindness. There was warmth in her touch as she helped Leah sit up, steadying her weak body. Leah didn't even flinch at being naked in front of the maid as shame was something she had stopped feeling a long time ago. "I want to use the washroom," she said weakly. Tessa nodded, slipping an arm around her waist to help her stand. Leah’s legs shook as they made their way across the bedroom and into the bathroom. Once inside, Leah gripped the edge of the sink for support, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The bruises, the swollen lip, the lifeless eyes staring back at her and it was all a cruel reminder of the life she was trapped in. Leah wanted to cry but no tears came. She had shed too many tears already. And suddenly it's felt easy to take the pain without tears.