Mafia Lord's Ultimate PaybacK

Warning: This chapter contains sexual violations which might have you triggered. You can simply skip to the next chapter.

It was already deep into the night, and Lillian was still busy cleaning the room. Her hands moved slowly when a sudden knock on the door made her freeze.

Efren stood there, his expression hard. "The boss wants to see you now," he said firmly.

Something about the way he spoke made her chest tighten with fear. She didn't ask questions and silently she followed behind him, her footsteps heavy with dread. Her stomach churned the moment they started heading to the basement.

She glanced at the man leading her, hoping for some kind of clue but his face remained cold and detached. When they reached the basement, he opened the door.

She stared at him in horror, her eyes pleading for answers but he wasn't looking her way. She did a short prayer before entering and the door shut behind her with a loud thud.

Her breath caught when she saw Jake.

He was lounged in a chair, surrounded by a curly cloud of smoke. The thick scent of weed and something stronger filled the air. He took a long drag and exhaled through both his nose and mouth, his eyes half-lidded.

"You got a soft bed," he muttered, his voice slow and slurred. He sounded completely out of it; drunk, high, or both.

The room was dim, lit just enough to make out his shadowy form. She gasped when he suddenly sprang to his feet, and she instinctively rushed to the door, only to find it locked tight.

"I-I didn't ask for it," she said, her voice trembling.

He staggered closer, his steps uneven. "You ate my food," he said again, sounding almost like he was talking to himself.

When he got close, the sharp smell of alcohol hit her nose hard. His grey eyes stared right into her.

"But you're just a wh0re. Meaning, you will pay for everything with your body." he spat, his face only inches from hers.

She stood frozen, the weight of his stare paralyzing her. She wanted to argue but closed her mouth when he reached past her, then flipped a switch on the wall. Bright light filled the room instantly.

For a moment, she felt relieved to see better until her eyes landed on his shirt. It had dark red stains smeared across it. The floor, too... dark, sticky patches that could only be one thing. Blood.

Her breath caught in her throat. Had he killed someone here?

She gasped, though barely made a sound but he noticed. His hand grabbed her chin roughly. His tongue darted out in irritation.

"You're focusing on the wrong thing."

"Please... just let me go," she pleaded in fear. He wasn't in his right senses.

He leaned in, his smirk twisted. "Nah, you're my toy now. I can't possibly let you leave, not until... I'm bored."

She tried to push him away, panic setting in but he didn't budge. Instead, he caught her wrists and forced them above her head. It was then that she noticed a small red light blinking in the corner of the room. A camera.

Her heart dropped. Jake saw where she was looking and let out a slow, chilling grin. From behind his back, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"I didn't get a chance that night," he murmured, "But guess what?"

He laughed quietly, but it sent cold chills down her spine. Before she could react, he clamped the cuffs on her wrists and she began to struggle, fear making her movements wild and desperate.

He spun her around and shoved her roughly against the wall, her chest slamming into the hard surface.

"Please, stop!" she screamed, but it was like he couldn't even hear her.

His eyes were fixed on the hem of her skirt, and nothing else seemed to matter to him. He forced her into a vulnerable position, his grip unrelenting despite her obvious discomfort as he pulled her clothes off her body.

Her body exposed and helpless, she trembled with tears blurring her vision as fear tightened around her chest.

He moved behind her, cold and calculated, making sure the camera caught every moment. The sound of his zipper sent a new wave of panic through her and she fought against her restraints, desperation clawing at her throat.

"Don't, please I beg you!" she continued to beg.

Adrenaline rushed through her veins and her struggles multiplies as she felt the cold air on her naked buTT.

Suddenly, he spread her legs apart and thrusted deep inside her from behind, ignoring her trembling pleas. She felt the muscle of her vagina tearing, stretching to his size.

Her head spun, she had ever felt this kind of pain before.

He was very rough, moving in and out of her. She kept begging him to stop, her voice breaking as her legs throbbed with discomfort. A warm wetness ran down her thighs, and a chill of dread spread through her.

It was her blood.

She felt violated to the core, overwhelmed by shame and anguish.

Jake was lost in his own world, a sense of pride flashed through him being the first man to taste her. He kept thrusting deeper, groaning in pleasure while gripping her butt.

His groans were disgusting to her ears, his hands were on her while hers were cuffed.

"Fvck," he moaned, enjoying the tightness of her pu$$y around his c0ck.

Lillian was no longer begging. The deed was done already, only crying from being helpless and vulnerable to him. She hated how her body was beginning to respond to his touch.

His movements grew rougher and she felt her emotions heightening.

"Say fvck me," he demanded, spanking her hard and she cried out. She shook her head, refusing to obey him.

Without a word, he pulled out and spun her around before he shoved her roughly against the cold wall. His hand closed tightly around her neck, cutting off her breath, his eyes burning with dark fury.

"You're testing my patience, huh?" he hissed with menace in his voice.

She struggled to breathe, fear rising as the tight grip left her gasping. Her hands were locked, making her helpless and the cruel silence between them stretched.

"Say it," he demanded again, his voice sharp as a blade.

Her throat tightened, words caught somewhere between terror and pain. His grip squeezed even tighter, his anger feeding on her silence. He was on the edge of snapping her head off her body.

The fleeting glimpse of the satisfactory pleasure he felt when he thrusted his cock inside her, how she tightened her pvssy around his c0ck made his grip loosen slowly.

She collapsed coughing violently while clutching at her throat as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Say it," he repeated.

Her voice barely rose above a whisper, trembling and broken, "F... f-fvck m..me,"

A twisted smile that curled on his lips sent a shiver down her spine. Then, he moved her to the table, bending her forward until her face pressed against the hard surface.

She cried out, the pain sharp and overwhelming as he continued from where he had stopped.

Jake's anger and frustration of the day drove him on relentlessly, crushing any flicker of resistance she had left.

When it finally ended, he cum on her butt, giving her a light spank moved away from her.

She curled up on the cold floor, every muscle trembling. Her body felt like a stranger's, betraying her with its reactions.

The terror of what had happened sank deep into her bones. He was a rapist.

Her eyes stayed fixed on him as he returned to his seat, lighting a cigarette with casual ease as if nothing had happened.

The smoke curled around him and she hated how calm he seemed. When she glared at him, burning with silent fury and pain, he caught her gaze and smirked, as if her helplessness amused him.

"You're have a tight pu$$y, puta" he said with a cruel grin. "Exactly how I like it," he left his words unfiltered.

The words cut through her like knives. A wave of disgust and humiliation washing over her.

"Just kill me," she whispered desperately, closing her eyes to allow her tears fall freely before opening then to meet his cold stare.

He flicked the cigarette into the ashtray, nonchalantly and moved closer. He crouched down in front of her, his eyes roaming over her body with twisted hunger. They lingered on her bare breasts, her skin flushed and tender. His hand brushed against her pink n!pple, tweaking it with his fingers cold and demanding, sending a fresh wave of revulsion through her.

They looked so delicious and he was tempted to suck the life out of it. But he paused, as if fighting with himself before he pulled his hands away and uncuffed her wrists.

She hurriedly gathered her clothes, trembling as she wrapped herself up the best she could. Her skin still burned where he had touched her.

Jake left her side and casually strolled towards the camera, Lilian's heart broken when she saw this.

"Clean the bloodstains before you go back to your room," he commanded without looking at her, put his clothes on, kept the camera inside his pocket and headed to the door. He unlocked it and left.

Lilian's legs shook violently as she got dressed, each movement sending sharp pains between her legs. She stared down at the blood stains on the floor that came out of her, her heart sinking deeper.