The Mafia’s S*X Toy

“Ohh, f**k! They found me.” Matilda spat with her teeth gritted as she started running down the crowded street sidewalk. “Get her!” a deep voice snarled from behind. Seven men dressed in all black were running after Matilda. Each one was bald, built like a wall, and had an inked dagger tattoo on their right hands. Because it was a Friday night, the sidewalk was crowded with people hurriedly heading to their various destinations. Matilda's hands were stretched forward as she shoved through the crowd, while at the same time, her heart pounded and her lips quivered. She should’ve known stealing from a Mafia-run strip club would come back to haunt her, but she needed the money. Her mother needed it. Matilda knew she had messed up with the wrong person since she had always heard rumours that the owner of the club where she works was a powerful Mafia Don, known for killing whoever messed with him. The night wind whipped against her skin as she pushed forward, legs burning, lungs on fire, but she couldn’t stop. Stopping meant death. Matilda could hear their footsteps growing closer, heavy and relentless, but she was fast. Years of athletic training kept her ahead—barely. Then she darted left and charged into the street, crossing just as the light turned green. ^ HOOONK ^ The loud horns of different cars flooded Matilda ears as she rushed into the busy night road, prompting some driver to step on their car brake as a means of avoiding running over her. “Do you have a death wish?!” “Watch where you’re going, young lady!” “Are you insane?!” “Move it, lady!” “Hey! Watch it!” The relentless cold words of angry drivers were hurled at Matilda as she stumbled to the front of different cars in order to successfully cross over to the other side of the road. “s**t,” she muttered, dragging her hands through her long black hair, pushing it out of her face as she kept running. She didn’t have to look back to know the angry drivers had turned their fury toward the black-clad men chasing her. Still, Matilda ran. Her hair danced with the wind, and likewise her long white flowery gown. “Get him!” An unfamiliar voice yelled. Him? she thought, but there was no time to wonder. Right now, survival was all that mattered. Three days ago, Matilda had stolen money from the strip club safe to pay her mother's hospital bill. She stole ten thousand dollars in cash. Matilda thought she could get away with it. She thought she was invisible. But a hidden camera proved otherwise. The manager had warned her: return the money or die, but unfortunately, Matilda had spent almost all the money on her mother’s health, which wasn’t getting any better like she had expected it to be. It has been two days since Matilda ran away from home and stopped working at the strip club as she searched for a way to pay off her debt, but unfortunately, her manager men were able to track down her location quicker than she expected. Presently, as Matilda ran into the subway station, her feet echoed in the busy area as she climbed down the stairs and rushed over to where trains were being boarded. From afar, Matilda noticed that a train was about to board out of the subway station, and quickly she rushed onto the train. Just as the doors began to close, someone crashed in behind her, shoving her over to the side before taking more steps inside the train. From those pursuing Matilda, five of them were able to catch up with the train before the door finally slid closed. “I’m doomed,” Matilda purred beneath her breath as she scanned the train, a bead of sweat rolling down from her forehead as they collided with her skin. “Told you, you can’t run from me,” one of the men who had stepped inside the crowded train inquired. In an instant, Matilda felt her legs becoming weak as she felt rooted to the same spot. “I… I…” “Cat got your tongue?” One of the men scoffed as he watched how Matilda took slow, measured steps backwards. “Plea… please I…” “You can’t speak now?” another mocked, watching as Matilda backed away, hands up in a defensive manner, tears sliding silently down from her eyes as they kissed her cheek. "Please... just tell your boss… tell him I need more time… please…” “Shut the f**k up!” The man who had spoken some minutes ago exclaimed with clenched teeth, drawing the attention of those in the train. Most individuals averted their gaze towards him, but none of them bothered to step in. “You either pay or you come with us.” Following his words, he gave a brief nod, signalling his other four companions. Matilda shook her head sideways, her lips quivering even more in fright as she trembled. “No… I can’t… I can’t allow you guys to take me, so please… please give me some time.” She stammered, taking more steps backwards. Scoffed. One of the tattoo men scoffed as he stretched his hands over to grab Matilda's shoulder, but in one swift, solid motion, Matilda slapped his hands towards the side, turned around and began to run, catching them off guard. “You sly little snake,” They immediatelyy follow Matilda as she snatches a curtain separating the restroom area from the passenger areas. Since there are five restrooms on the train, Matilda hurried to open the door of the first one she came across, but it was locked, suggesting that someone was most likely inside. Matilda hurried to the next restroom, only to discover it was locked. “Gosh! What… what do I do?” Matilda questioned herself, her breath caught in her throat as she hurried to open the third restroom door because those after her were getting closer. Just from a distancee, Matilda could hear their footsteps, but they weren't running towards her, but rather, they were walking casually in the direction of the restroom, believing she had nowhere left to go unless she planned on jumping out of the moving train. Just like the previous door, the third door was also locked. “f**k,” Matilda whispered, eyes wide with panic and with fast reflex, she rushed over to the fourth door and instead of trying to check if it was locked, she kicked the door open with her feet. Boom… The door burst open, and inside stood a man. Tall. Bruised. Bleeding and holding a dagger. Matilda halted for some split seconds, contemplating whether she should check the other restroom, but as the footsteps grew louder, she rushed inside the restroom and shut the door. “Get out!” The injured man growled, eyeing Matilda from head to toe. Matilda gasped, slamming her lips for some seconds before speaking up with a stuttering voice. “Ple… Please help me.” She stammered, taking off her white gown as she shoved it behind the man's back. “Plea… can I get your jacket?” She inquired, intending to change into something that won’t make the men quickly recognise her. “What the f**k are you trying to do—“ “Keep it down!” Matilda snapped. Although the man had a dagger in his hands but he didn’t seem dangerous than those who were after her. Matilda’s mind raced. She has no weapons. No escape plan. Just one man—and a bleeding one at that. Think, Matilda, think. The only card Matilda had left was the one she used to hate playing. But right now, shame wouldn't save her. Working as a stripper has taught Matilda how to survive in this cruel world and how to get her way. She could vividly recall how she had used s*x to get out of trouble from more powerful men who tried to exploit her. “I have to act fast.” She blurted out, her gaze moving from one end to another as she breathed heavily. “Hey! Get out before I make you regret…” “Sorry,” she spurred, cutting him off from his statement once more as she sucked in a breath and did the unthinkable. Matilda reached for him and, with her heart hammering in her throat, she pressed her lips against those of the mysterious stranger. Matilda braced for him to shove her away, to call for help or perhaps to play along.