I was helplessly stripped before him. "Now, spread your legs and pleasure yourself," he commanded. "I... I can't." My voice cracked. In an instant, his gun was below my chin; its coldness frightened me. "I'm easily irritated, Pretty face," he said. "SO PLEASURE YOURSELF NOW." *** One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely broken. He was the Don of a Merciless Mafia Clan and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure. And in twisted ways... I got to like it. WARNING: This story contains strong language and graphic violence. (DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.) CURRENTLY ON HOLD.