It wasn't pleasure this time, but pure terror, and I ran into our bedroom without thinking. The door was wide open this time, and David lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood, throat slit, eyes wide open in death.
Three men in dark suits stood over him, and I recognized one of them; he had been to our house several times the previous year, always when I was told to stay in my room. David never confirmed, but I knew the man was from the mob.
Before I could scream, one of the men grabbed my hair and dragged me into the room. The other raised his gun and executed all four naked women. I watched in horror as their bodies collapsed on the blood-soaked bed.
“No, please," I begged, sobbing.
The man who had previously visited our house stepped forward, wiping the blood from his hands with
