She’s mine episode 2

😠SHE’S MINE😠

THEME: {She’s claimed by the heartless mafia}

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🌹Chapter Two 🌹

~Her life was perfect until he came along…~

*You will be my slave for fifteen days as you work for my money.*

“WHAT!?”

He grabbed the cigarette pack again and took out one stick, placing it in between his l-ips, he lit it up and took a long drag before puffing it out.

He sank into his office chair, pulling his legs up on the table, his ankles were crossed and his dark gaze were fixed on the dumbfounded innocent girl.

Victoria stood there, mouth hanging open, face scrunched up in confusion, hands shaking like someone who has being drenched by the rain. Being afraid and confused was an understatement. Right now how she felt wasn’t something she could describe. But one thing was for sure; The feelings isn’t good.

It was quite obvious that the Greek god was enjoying her uneasiness and fear. The look on his face were evident.

“I don’t repeat myself.” He said, his voice lacked emotions. “If you are confused then you can read through that paper you are holding.” He pointed at the paper in between her index finger and thumb.

Victoria slowly bring up the paper to her face and read through the paper. It contains some set of rules she should abide as a slave. It was more like a contract because at the end of the paper, there’s a blank space for the signature of the ‘slave.’

Her heart were beating very fast. Her face turned pale. Her legs became numb, she had to fall back to the chair or fall to the ground.

“How…No,” She shakes her head. “What made you prepare these,” She gestures at the paper in her grasp. “It seem like you expected something like this to happen.” She stutters.

“Um… maybe I saw this coming.” He laughed, darkly. “I knew this was going to happen. I knew your dad wouldn’t have the money and will have to beg for my mercy. I had that paper in your hand ready because i planned to take his daughter. Not you though.” He shrugged. “But you are a better option.”

Victoria was boiling in,side. Her once fear faded and turned to that of anger. She blamed her father for this. If he didn’t gamble then all this wouldn’t have happened. She would be living her life in New York with her boyfriend. Enjoying the good things of life. But no, because of her dumbass of a father she has to face this monster.

He was a psychopath. Because only a psychopath will do something as heartless as this. That was her thoughts.

“What if I refuse.” She questioned, as if challenging him.

He took another drag of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke, staring deeply into her soul. Victoria felt unclad under those dark gaze. In fact, she was feeling turned on just with his mere look and it was scaring the shit out of her.

“There is still a second option.” He said, coldly.

She don’t need to be told to know who that second option is. Her baby sister was the second option.

Victoria balled her fist in anger as she glared at the Italian god. (She could tell he was Italian due to how he speak. But his English was still very good. Only a genius will know he’s Italian and good thing, she’s a genius.)

She felt like ripping his head off. How dare him talk about her sister like that. She won’t let him or any body close to him get anywhere close to her baby sister. Victoria loves her sister to death. This Italian god doesn’t need to say anything to make her stay because him using her sister was enough to make her accept this bondage.

She can’t let her sister be a slave to someone as heartless as him. And only God knows what he’s going to do to her sister if she be his slave. She can’t risk it.

*You will have to be his slave then.* Her subconscious said. Victoria was at the verge of crying. After all she worked for, this was how it was going to end. Yeah, it was just fifteen days but it felt like forever to her.

Her perfect life will be ruined all because of her father’s foolishness and this monster.

Victoria shut her eyes close as she took in a deep breath. This decision was going to change her life. And it’s going to be a bad change.

“Do I have to sign this paper?” She glared at him.

“Of course.” He smirked.

“I will go back to New York to work for your money but whenever you need me, you_”

“You aren’t going back to New York.” He said sharply.

“What?”

“You are my slave, remember?”

“But how will I work for your money if i just be your slave?” She reasoned out.

“Well, there’s a reason why I own a strip club.” He shrugged.

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One of the guards who had brought her here begin to lead her to a destination she doesn’t know as she got out of the office.

Victoria face were pale. Her knuckles were white. Her mouth were dried. She could barely even walk, she was literally dragging her feet.

This wasn’t the first time her father have placed her in a position where she have to work her ass off just to get some money to pay up his loan. She was like his ATM. And every time she pays off his loan, he pleads for her forgiveness and promise never to gamble again. She didn’t believe he will stop but she wanted to. But as at now, her father as gone beyond.

Five hundred million? She might be very good in office. But she can’t earn such amount of money in two years.

And now, she has to be a slave to a monster. An Italian mafia. But that wasn’t even the only problem…, she has to f-cking be a stripper to pay up the money. How much does a stripper even earn in a day? Is it even up to 50bucks? She doesn’t even have the perfect body to do the work of a stripper.

She has flat chest, not really flat but it wasn’t that big to get the attention of those ho-ny men out there. She doesn’t have big butt as well. She was just…just not so perfect. For once in her life, she was body shaming herself. Victoria wasn’t that kind of girl until now.

When the guard lead her to the changing room, she could hear the mumbling of some people from in,side.

“You look so fat and ugly.” That was the first word Victoria heard as she walked into the changing room. No, the insult wasn’t directed at her, it was directed at a brunette, who was wearing nothing but a black p-nties that wasn’t even covering her butt well. She had a black b-ra on as well.

Victoria look her from head to toe to see if she was anything the blonde had described her to be. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t ski-ny. She wasn’t fat either but you would consider her as being fat due to her big butt and big br-ast. And she wasn’t ugly either. She’s pretty in her own way. She was black skin also.

“Get dressed.” The guard said, coldly then stormed out of the room, giving them their privacy.

The two girls who were arguing stopped talking, their attentions were now focused on Victoria.

“Who are you?” The blonde asked, unfriendly.

“I’m_”

“Give her a break, Jess.” The brunette cuts in, going closer to the girl who looks so innocent. “I’m penny.” She said, cheerfully unlike the blonde whose name happens to be Jess.

“Hi. i..um…the new dancer.” Her discomfort can not be hidden by any amount of bravery. She shouldn’t have accepted the deal but does she have a choice? Her life she so f-cked up. Very f-cked up.

“Dancer, huh?” The blonde scoffed.

“Shut up, Jess.” The brunette rolled her eyes. “Here, we don’t avoid the word stripper, it’s what we do, darling.” She said, dragging Victoria along with her to a dressing desk. “You are up next after_”

“I’m sweating like a pig!” A high pitched voice said. The door opens and closes, a girl walks in. She was sweating, profusely. She took off her pink wig and threw it carelessly across the table.

Does this girls know who exactly owns the strip club? Do they know that he’s nothing but a handsome heartless mafia? Okay, scrap the word ‘handsome.’ But those were the questions going through her head.

“A new girl? Interesting.” The girl who just walked in said. smiling.

“That’s Kylie. The best amongst us. And that bitch over there is_”

“Call me a bitch again, I dare you.” Jess growled.

“That’s Jess. She’s all bark and no bite.” Jess scowled at her but decided to let the topic drop. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Um… Victoria.”

“That’s a pretty name. Yes! I have the perfect stage name for you.”

*Wow. that woman is bubbly.*

“Stage name?” Victoria c*cked her eyebrow. Why will anyone request her name in the first place?

“Duh. No one uses their real names here. Do you know bunch of stalkers that comes here? It hærd enough without them mo-ning my real name when I grind on them.

This made Victoria cringe.

“You look so innocent to want to do this kind of a job.” Kylie observed, as she start to do some touches on her make up.

“Um…I…” Victoria doesn’t know what to reply them. She wasn’t like them. She was a working class woman and doing a job as this isn’t something she would do if life was up to her.

“You don’t need to give me a reply, girl. But hey, you are here now so what’s the extent of acting this way?”

“She must be feeling she doesn’t belong here.” Jess huffed.

And she really was feeling that way.

*It’s official, that bitch hates you.* Victoria subconscious points out.

“Can you be less mean, Jess?” Penny questioned, eyeing the blonde, feeling disgusted.

“Oh, shut up. I wasn’t even talking to you.” Jess said as she continues with her make up.

“You_”

“Can you both stop talking! You are giving this new girl a bad vibe, you know that right?” Kylie cuts in before they could go on with their argument. “Ignore them. They are always like that.” She said to Victoria. “Aha, you are up next. Want me to help you with your make up?” She smiled, warmly.

“I’m in charge of that.” Penny said, turning Victoria to face her. “Let me fix you to something better.” She winked.

She began making Victoria up. It took about ten minutes for her to be over. She steps out of the way for Victoria to see herself through the mirror.

Victoria mouth was left hanging open as she stared at her reflection. She was looking so different. Different from how she has ever been. She was wearing a purple wig and the make up was so heavy.

“Here,” Kylie handed her some dress to wear.

Victoria walks into the dressing room and changed into the outfit Kylie gave her. It was a lace underwear with a see through socks. She looks like a complete stripper now.

She stepped out of the dressing room and back into the room where she had left the girls. Their mouths were hanging open as they saw Victoria. Jess scoffed, looking away while Penny gave out a thumbs up, Kylie just smiled.

“You look pretty.” Penny squealed.

*In nothing but an underwear? Tell me something that wouldn’t surprise me as this.* Victoria thought to
herself.

“Can you dance?” Kylie asked.

“I can try. But i don’t think I can…”

“You are next.” Someone said from outside.

“I can’t do this.” Victoria shakes her head as the tears threatened to fall. She has never imagined her life to turn out this way. Never. But look. here she is, preparing to go out there and dance to those ho-ny men. Can her life ever get worse?

“You can do this, Tori.” Penny encouraged. They were both out of the door, going towards the backstage.

“But how?”

Penny smiled. “Simple. You are not Victoria up that stage but Tori.” With that, she pushed Victoria up the stage.

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# To Be Continued…

One word for Victoria.

Question: Among the three new girls Victoria met, who are you starting to like? Penny😋? Kylie😊? Or Jess😬?

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