Tw: Pedophilia
"My love, you are beautiful." Viper mumbled, messing with my hair.
We laid in bed, our bodies tangled together. After what he just did to me, he said we were intertwined forever.
I lay on his bare chest, panting.
"You did so well, Principessa." He whispered in my ear. I look up at him.
"Do you know what this means?"
"It means I'm not a virgin." I respond.
"Yes, and don't run around saying that to people who aren't in my mafia, okay?"
"Why?" I questioned
"They might say you're too young." He says.
A few minutes of silence pass by.
"Am I?" I whisper.
"Are you what?"
"Too young?"
Viper sucks in a breath, and he suddenly rolls me off of him. "I have to go, love." He puts on his clothes, kisses my forehead, and he walks out of the room.
I looked in the mirror, seeing all of the marks he left on my body.
Bites and hickeys are forming on my neck and lower back.
I looked in the mirror and saw a ten year old girl staring back.
I open my eyes and sit up quickly. My hands are shaking and I can hardly breathe.
I was only ten.
I stand up to go to the bathroom, but my legs are numb. I fall onto the floor. My head slams onto the floor.
"Guess what, Princess?" Viper asks.
"What?" I ask as I play with Shark, the cat I got for my birthday last year.
"You have to go try on uniforms." He states.
"Yes sir." I say, not really paying attention.
"Don't you wanna know what the uniforms are for?" He asks and I nod. "Well at your school you have to wear uniforms."
"Oh okay." I look up. "Wait, school?" I put Shark down. "I'm going to school?" Viper nods and I squeal.
"Oh my God. I'm going to school!" I jump into his arms.
"Yes. You're going to a nice Catholic school." He laughs.
"What if they don't like me?" I question.
"How could they not? You're the cutest and sweetest girl in the world." He laughs.
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I nervously play with my fingers as Stefano drives me to school, Jonah is in the passenger seat, Viper is sitting in the backseat beside me.
He grabs my hands. "Stop doing that, princess. What's wrong?"
"What if they hate me?" I ask him.
"Don't say that. Have confidence. You are smart, beautiful, nice, and erotico." He whispers the last part into my ear, causing me to blush.
"If someone is mean to you, tell me." He states, and I nod. "Oh God, what if something happens to you?"
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What a Pity
ActionWARNING: MATURE ~~~ love: noun an intense feeling of deep affection. Let's put it to the test. Do you care about their feelings? Do you want to make them happy? Would you protect them? Live for them? Kill for them? Die for them? Would they do the sa...
