SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 36
THEME: His slave
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Sly and his men arrived home, dragging Sofia out of the car. She was weak from crying, her eyes sunken and her face pale. As they entered the living room, they pushed her to the ground, and she groaned in pain.
Sly rolled his wheelchair closer to her, a smirk spreading across his face. "You think you were finally free from me? Even your hero couldn't save you," he laughed in mockery.
Sofia's eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Sly, her expression fearful.
Sly's smirk grew wider. "You can never run away from me. You are mine now, and I will make you suffer for everything you have put me through," he said, his voice dripping with malice. She flinched, her eyes widening in fear. "You have a lot of sins to pay for... but don't worry, I don't find you attractive anymore. I got someone new. Your punishment here is to serve as a slave, that's what you are to me. You are not only paying for your family's sins, but you will also be working for me for the rest of your miserable life!" he yelled, his face reddening with anger.
Sofia cowered, her eyes streaming with tears.
Just then, a female voice interrupted them from the staircase. "Baby, you're back," she said, her voice husky. Sly's expression changed, and he smiled, his eyes lighting up with excitement. The woman walked down the stairs, her eyes fixed on Sly, and kissed him on the lips.
"How are you, my love?" Sly asked, his voice softening.
The woman smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Fine, I just missed you," she said, her voice dripping with affection.
Sly's smile grew wider. "I missed you more. Now that I'm here, you don't have to miss me anymore," he said, and they kissed again.
The woman's eyes landed on Sofia, and her expression turned curious. "Baby, who is she?" she asked, her voice raising an eyebrow.
Sly's expression turned cruel again. "Oh, she's the new slave I was telling you about. Starting from today, she's being made your slave. You can use her as much as you want, and she's ready to serve you," he said, his voice dripping with malice.
The woman's eyes lit up with excitement. "Aww, baby, thank you so much," she said, her voice husky.
Sly smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Let's go to the bedroom. I have a surprise for you," the woman said, her voice seductive.
Sly's smile grew wider. "Okay," he said, and they left together, leaving Sofia alone with Sly's men.
Sly turned to his men, his expression cold. "Take her to the trash where she belongs," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
His men bowed, and Sofia was dragged away, her eyes filled with tears and her heart heavy with despair.
Sofia was dragged into a tiny, abandoned storage room, her eyes wide with fear. She was pushed down, and the men left her there, slamming the door shut behind them. She sat upright on the floor, resting her back against the storage shelf. Tears streamed down her eyes as she looked around the dimly lit room, her chest heaving with sobs.
Meanwhile, Shawn was devastated in his room, his face twisted in anger. He scattered everything around him, his eyes blazing with fury. Rachel, who stood outside his door, was too scared to go in. He stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes boiling with anger. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with tension.
The next day, Sofia was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor of the living room with a wet cloth. A bucket of water sat beside her, and Sly's fiancée lounged on the couch, filing her nails as she stared at Sofia with disgust.
"Can you hurry up? You're too lazy," Sly's fiancée said harshly, her voice dripping with malice.
Sofia continued to scrub the floor, her eyes cast downward. She was feeling pain in her knees and fingers, but she didn't dare stop. Sly's fiancée had ordered the other workers not to give Sofia a mop, forcing her to use a wet cloth to clean the floor.
Sly's fiancée looked at Sofia with contempt, her eyes narrowing. "You're not even worth the food you eat," she spat, her voice venomous.
Sofia's eyes welled up with tears, but she didn't dare look up. She continued to scrub the floor, her body aching with pain and her heart heavy with despair.
After she was done scrubbing the floor, Sofia was at the backyard of the house, washing some clothes with her bare hands. She was warned not to use the washing machine, and the workers in the house hid from view, staring at her with pity.
The workers whispered among themselves, their expressions sad. "The boss's fiancée is being mean to her," the first worker said, shaking her head. "She's been doing all the work in this house since this morning, and she wasn't even allowed to eat."
The second worker nodded in agreement. "I just wish we could help her, but we were restricted," she said, her eyes filled with sympathy.
The third worker sighed. "I've seen her being brought here before by the boss, but she managed to escape. But now, they've turned her into a slave, and it's just not right," he said, his expression somber.
The workers sighed tiredly, their faces filled with concern. "I pray she gets her freedom soon. This place is one of a hell," the first worker said.
Just then, Sly's fiancée called out from inside the house. "Sofia!"
The workers quickly hid, and Sofia stood up to answer the call. She entered the house, her eyes cast downward, and saw the lady standing by the stairs.
"You called me," Sofia said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The lady's expression turned rude. "What took you so long to answer me?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice.
Sofia's eyes dropped further. "I'm sorry, I was washing at the backyard," she said.
The lady hissed, her expression disgusted. "Go prepare some noodles for me. I'm hungry," she said, and left for her room.
Sofia left for the kitchen, her expression confused. She stood in front of the stove, unsure of how to start cooking. She looked around the kitchen, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.
Sofia stood in front of the stove, her expression confused. "How do I start?" she thought to herself, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Just then, one of the workers snuck into the kitchen behind her. "We will help you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sofia turned to see the workers gathered behind her, their faces filled with kindness. "What do you want to prepare?" the second worker asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Noodles, she asked me to prepare noodles for her, but...I don't know how," she said, her voice laced with desperation.
The workers smiled at her, their faces filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, we will help you out," the third worker said, his voice filled with kindness.
Sofia's eyes welled up with tears. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart filled with gratitude.
The first worker nodded. "You are welcome, first add a pot of water on the gas and..." he began to explain, but they got interrupted.
One of Sly's men walked into the kitchen, his look stern. "What are you guys doing?" he asked, his voice firm.
The workers flinched in fear, their eyes darting to the man. "N-nothing, we were just helping," the third worker stammered.
The man's expression turned angry. "The job isn't for you, now leave this place before I descend harshly on you," he warned, his voice dripping with malice.
The workers exchanged fearful glances. "Please, let's..." the first worker began to plead, but the man cut him off.
"I said get out!" he yelled, his face reddening with anger.
The workers quickly scattered, leaving Sofia alone in the kitchen. The man turned to Sofia, his eyes turning cold. "And you, this is your job, no help for you," he said, his voice firm, before walking away.
Sofia sighed. She decided to try her luck, and started preparing the meal, her hands shaking slightly as she worked.
After some minutes, Sofia dished the meal on the dining table and rushed to call the lady from her room. They came to the dining table, the lady's expression expectant.
"Open it," she said, her voice firm. She opened the food, and the lady stared at it disgustingly. "What's this you prepared?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
"I'm sorry, I'm not really a good cook," she said politely.
"If this food tastes bad, you won't have any meal for three days," she warned, coldly., her eyes narrowing. She gulped, her eyes widening in fear.
The lady took a scoop of the noodles in her mouth, and her expression changed to one of disgust. She spat it out quickly, drinking from the water glass. "You snitch, do you want to kill me!" she yelled, her face reddening with anger.
"I'm sorry, does it taste that bad?" she asked apologizing.
But before she could finish, a hot slap landed on her face, making her stumble backward. "You're asking me?" the lady yelled, her eyes blazing with anger.
Sofia's eyes welled up with tears as the lady stormed back to her room. "There will be no food for you in this house for three days," she said angrily, slamming the door shut.
Sofia sighed. She took the food to the kitchen and placed it on the cabinet. She took a scoop of it to her mouth and noticed it was good to eat but too spicy. "It's not that bad," she said, her eyes watering from the spiciness.
Despite the spiciness, She continued to eat, gulping a lot of water to suppress the hotness. She ate all the noodles.
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