The Mafia Heiress’s Revenge

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TRIGGERING SCENE!!! My body burned from a deep sensation of pain as I stirred awake into reality, my head throbbing from the after-effect of the drug given to me by the manager last night. I heard feet movement towards the door and I turned my head weakly in that direction to see the stranger who I'd been forced to service walk out of the room, I didn't know who he was as I couldn't make a face out of the blurry vision I saw last night as he was plummeting into me in the harshest way possible, a very sadistic animal that used my body to a fault as he deemed fit to pleasure himself. Once he was out of sight, I garnered the strength left in me and sat up on the mattress, I was naked, and I stared at myself in disgust, my once ivory-smooth skin was covered in nothing but an eyesore of burn marks and irritable bruises which wealed out trickles of blood. I got on my feet and grabbed the torn mesh robe to conceal my body a little, at least it was better than walking around naked. Each step I took came with a sharp pain in between my legs, reminding me of how my body never had a rest of its own ever since I'd been brought here. I need to go find the manager. I thought. I can't continue to stay here, I've been enduring all these humiliating torments, so my father could be released and once he does, I'm going to make every one of them pay! My wobbly feet managed to get me out of the treacherous room that bore painful memories of how men molested my body. The atmosphere was filled with toxic cigarettes smoke, cocaine, alcohol, body sweats, and s*x! The loud sounds of women moaning in pleasure or in agony and made men grunting to satisfy their demeaning desires were the only sounds you could hear in such a place I was brought to. This was an underground whorehouse where poor women around my age and young girls sold to pay their debts were all forced to walk around naked and crazy men took joy in exploring their bodies like an exhibition. My jaw clenched furiously as I walked past them heading towards the manager's door, so this is how men in my world are cruel to women... all in the name of money and pleasure. They see us as nothing but tools for their own selfish motives and s*x toys to satisfy their d***s. The only man who didn't treat me this way was my father. I barged into the manager's office without a knock and found him ramming his c**k behind a girl he had pinned down in front of his desk. "How long am I staying here for my father to be released?!" I fumed, not minding the unsightly scene ahead of me. It's been a week since my family was betrayed, and I was sold here. Mr. Tommaso grunted, glancing towards me, "Do you ever knock?" he asked, pulling his c**k from the poor girl who looked like she had been waiting for someone to save her from him. I fisted my hands by the side, watching him stroke his shaft shamelessly, and sighed, "Leave!" he told the brunette girl he was f*****g, she nodded trembling, her eyes sad as she scurried out of the office through the back door naked. My eyes drifted to the floor and saw traces of blood, f**k! She was a virgin, which meant she was new and this bastard had taken pleasure in tasting her first just as he did to me when I was brought here. Mr. Tommaso, shameless to the core and a devil, he managed this gruesome whorehouse, making it a rule to himself to have all the women under his care first before any other man could. I hated him so much, and he will most definitely be the first person I will deal with as soon as I leave here. "So, you were saying?" he smirked, leaning his butt by the edge of his desk while he held his bulge in his hand, his dirty green eyes roamed my body and I felt irritated. "Don't act like you didn't hear what I said earlier, when the f**k will my father be released?" I roared, taking a few more steps closer to him. He huffed, "You want answers? Then work for it, princess," his lips curled up mischievously, and I wanted to wipe it off immediately. "What more do you want me to do? I've done everything you asked me to against my wish, just tell me how long I ha—" "Suck my c**k," he breathed out. I flapped my lashes at him, "ex-excuse me?" "If you want answers about your goddamn father, come here, get on your knees, and suck my damn c**k," he grinned, sticking out his tongue and licking his lower lip in a way that made my entire nerves cringe. "Then I will tell you everything you need to know about your old man," he chuckled. My blood boiled past its limit, I'd never been this helpless in my life. If only Papa hadn't fallen into that trap. If only I'd not been the gateway of letting my family be betrayed. My legs moved on their own, and Mr. Tommaso watched me, calculating my every step. "Good girl," he said, stroking his hard length in his hand. It was hopeless, my life was a mess, and angry tears pooled in my eyes as I fell to my knees, right in front of the monster. He grabbed my hair roughly around his fist, straightening himself, and brought my head forward to his torso. Using his nine inches c**k to slap my cheeks left and right making sure to imprint the mark of his d**k on my face, he brought it right to my lips, "Now open those lips for me and take in this c**k, princess," he eyed me mockingly. This was how humiliating my life was, the consequences of my actions because I trusted the wrong people. His hand tightened around my hair when I didn't do what he asked of me right away, and I glared at him, the sting was painful but nowhere as painful as to what I was feeling in my heart. "You have to tel—" My eyes widened as Mr. Tommaso forced his huge c**k into my mouth just when I was about to finish talking. "That's enough talk, princess, do what I asked of you and get your answers," he sighed. The impact of his act caused my throat to gag painfully, restricting airflow from my chest. Bastard! "Yesss!" He groaned while hot tears slipped down my face. He pulled out his shaft and slammed it right back into my mouth and making sure it reached the back of my throat. My eyes glistened as he repeated the same procedure over and over again, taking pleasure from my mouth. I just wished this was a nightmare, one I would wake up from. "Who knew the heiress of the PHOENIX would be so good at taking c***s?" he laughed, and I shot my eyes angrily at him. I was the next in line to control the PHOENIX, the largest mafia organization in Italy, we were known as the number one and since I was the legitimate child of my father, and he had no son, I was the one to take charge. This didn't sit well with the other made men in the organization and my father's counterparts, their pride couldn't allow a woman to head them. "Talk about being lucky, the princess, feared by many on her knees before me taking my c**k nice and sl—" He was starting to piss me off, so, I did what I'd been meaning to do to him when he had forced his d**k into my mouth. I bit him! I bit him so hard that I could feel the taste of blood in my mouth. "Fuckkk! You f*****g b***h!!" He shouted, his voice mixed with shock and pain, before he pushed me away with all his might. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, when I sat up, a resounding slap landed right on my face and my ear rang. It stings so much! But I got the satisfaction the bastard wouldn't be able to use his d**k in a while. Serves him right! "You want to know about your father, huh?" He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him. "Your old man is dead, f*****g dead, and you're staying here forever. I can't wait to make your life so miserable, princess," he growled, laughing maniacally, trying to hide the pain twisting on his face and giving me another dirty slap. He's sick! So f*****g sick! I fell flat to the floor, all hope I had in me vanishing... Papa is dead?! It's not true! It's not true!! I was told working in the underground whorehouse for a period of time would guarantee his release, not dead. I gasped, feeling blood trickle down my split lips, "that's not true," I said weakly, sitting back up. "s**t!" I heard him cussing, he was probably tending to his bitten d**k. "You are lying!" I screamed at him, and he turned to look at me, his gaze darkened. "You think they would keep him alive after getting possession of all that he had, you of all people should know that," he scowled, walking over to me. He grabbed my hair again, jerking my face to him, "And for what you did just now, I will make you suffer in hundredfold," he sneered. No, No... Mr. Tommaso is a monster, and he meant every word he said, and staying here won't guarantee my safety now that Papa was gone. I had no one else! "You wish!" I spat in his face, still having a little fight in me, and grabbed the pen which I had secretly taken from his desk when he was riding his c**k into my mouth, and drove it straight into his left eye. "You f*****g wench!" he hissed in pain, letting go of me, I took that as my clue and got to my feet, and ran out of his office. I need to escape! I thought to myself. "Get her! Where are the guards? Get that f*****g slut!" Mr. Tommaso said loudly in his office. I kept running as fast as my legs could carry me, I was almost close to the elevator when one of the guards caught up to me and knocked me out. I winced, the pain shooting through my entire body. "Where are you off to w***e?" The guard asked and kicked me hard in my stomach, my eyes bulged out, and I coughed out blood, my body turning numb. I tried to crawl when I felt two strong hands grab my ankle and pull me, I turned my head over my shoulder and wriggled my legs trying to shake him off. "Let me go, please," I begged desperately. Another guard walked up to me and squatted in front of me, my heart beating wildly against my chest. A deadly smirk appeared on his lips and the cigarettes he was puffing in his mouth, he brought the hot part to my skin and pressed it against my hand. "f**k you!" I grunted, blowing air into my cheeks as I glared at him. "This one got some fire in her," he chuckled darkly. "Sluts like them end up dead," the other at my back added. "Make sure you two deal with her, I'm off," Mr. Tommaso ordered and made his way into the elevator. The two demons grinned, pleased to hear what their master had said. I was dragged away... after the two men had beaten me to a pulp and taken turns to their heart's content with my body, I wanted it all to end. This was not how I'd imagined my life to be, my once perfect life, I was left with no strength. My breath became shallow, I could feel my end nearing, and my vision was blurred too. This was it for me, "Carlo demands to see that slut, is she still alive?" I vaguely heard. Carlo? Ah, yes! I remember Carlo. Carlo DA'mico, the man my father disliked and his biggest competitor. What if he had been the one behind all this? A tear slipped down to the side of my face, I'm sorry, Papa... If only I had paid more attention to the family business, if only I had never fallen and gotten engaged to the wrong person, if only I had stood up to my stepmom, if only I had taken more control of my own household, if only—maybe nothing would have happened. Papa wouldn't have been dead, my heart constricts with regrets, unable to move or feel my body anymore. I gave in... I gave in to death.