SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

She stopped hitting me with the whip and started catching her breath, giving me time to also catch my breath as blood was flowing out of all the injured parts of my body and landing on the floor.

“You are too nice for this world, Chris,” she started. “People like you are easily used by other people, you should be kind, not nice if you know what I mean, and as for what I am doing right now, don’t worry, I am not only torturing him, I am also going to send this to his naughty sister,” Ashley said with a grin, her face covered in sweat. She moved closer to me with the whip and grabbed my chin.

“Will you listen to me from now on?” she asked.

“No, I won’t listen to you, if it’s my sister you want, you should go look for her and leave me alone!” I yelled in her face. She stroked a strand of her hair backwards and started spanking me again and again and again until my screams were the only thing that could be heard in the room. She stopped hitting me and looked at me.

“Will you obey me?” she asked. I swallowed hard and forced the words out of my mouth. “Ye-yes.”

“Good boy.” She shook her head and tossed the whip to the ground, rubbing her temples. Chris stared at her without uttering a word. The bandage in his hand looked brand new. He stroked his hand and exited the room.

“Tomorrow, you will be starting your work as a whore to clear your sister’s debt, and I will send you the details of everything you need to know.” She said and started walking to the door.

“Hey! Queen! Aren’t you going to take me down from this place?” I shouted, but she went away without responding, and then two henchmen entered the empty room and started unlocking the chains, they first freed my hands and then my legs. I tried to stand on my feet, but I fell to the ground. One of the henchmen carried me in his arms and took me out of the room. He carried me back to my room and dropped me on the bed. The sky was already dark, which meant I had been in that room for hours. My bloody body stained the blankets. I groaned in pain and started touching my hurting body.

The man stared at me for a moment and exited the room, leaving me alone. I closed my eyes. How will Melody feel when she sees that video? How will she react? Will she come back for me? If she comes, that means she still loves me, but do I want her to come? Different unanswered questions flooded my mind.

The knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts as a maid carried a tray of food and medicine into my room, dropping them on the nightstand.

“The queen says you should eat and take the painkillers, so you will be fit to work tomorrow.” The maid spoke up and bowed slightly before turning away from me and leaving the room. Is she seriously going to make me a male whore? This will be bad for my image, and I have to think of a way to stop it.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

I struggled out of my bed and looked around the room for a first-aid kit to treat my wounds. I found one in the top drawer of the nightstand. I took it out and started rubbing ointment on my injuries in pain while my rumbling stomach added to my problems.

I finished dressing my wounds and took the tray from the nightstand and started eating the food without using the spoon because I was damn hungry. After eating the food, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. The thought of being a whore never left my mind.

“Shit!” I cursed turned off the faucet and started wiping my hands with a hand towel. I went to bed after taking the painkillers and drifted to sleep.

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The message notification on my phone jolted me out of my sleep in the morning. I reached for the nightstand and got my phone. My heart skipped a beat as I saw that it was a text from Ashley. I took a deep breath and entered the message, which read: “Good morning, slave. Today you are required to meet some clients at their house party. Make sure to satisfy them and make an excuse for your injuries. The address was attached to the message. She must be kidding me. I can’t fucking become a whore.

I felt drowsy and decided to go to bed again when I heard a loud bang on my door.

“You have five minutes to get ready!” I heard Jake’s annoying voice.

“Fuck!” I cursed and sat up on the bed, running my hands through my hair. My body continued to ache. I dashed into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I tied a white towel around my waist and exited the bathroom. I was about to go to the closet when I heard a knock on the door. I couldn’t ignore the knock, so I went to open the door.

I saw Ashley’s assistant, Dave, standing by the door with a small bag in his hand. “The clients want you to wear this,” he said, tossing the bag at me. I caught it and quickly opened it, looking inside. My jaw dropped at what I saw. There was- a koala suit in the bag. I pulled it out, dropping the bag on the floor. There was a string and separate pouches for the penis and testicles. I didn’t like the look of it; nudity would have been better.

“I am not wearing this shit,” I said.

“You don’t have a choice, put it on and come downstairs.” He said and grabbed the doorknob, closing it himself. No!! I can’t wear this! If I keep staying in this house, I will lose my dignity and sanity.

The pain in my body reminded me that I couldn’t go against her even if I wanted to. I sighed and started wearing the koala suit, even if I wouldn’t wear it in my right mind.