SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 42
THEME: His slave
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Sofia and Nina spent the sunny Saturday at the beach, lounging on colorful towels and sipping coconut water. Nina had suggested the outing, and Sofia had invited Mabel to join them, but Mabel was unable to make it due to an errand for her mom.
As they basked in the warm sun, Nina gazed out at the waves, her eyes squinting slightly.
"Today seems to be filled up a little," she said, taking a sip from her coconut water.
"You have been here before?" she asked, her brow furrowed slightly.
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Sam and his fiancée love coming here, and I always tag along."
Sofia's gaze returned to the ocean, her eyes gazing out at the horizon. "That's good," she said, her voice soft, as she sipped her coconut water. "This is my first time, actually," Sofia said, her voice tinged with a hint of surprise.
"Really?" she asked, her tone incredulous. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
She nodded, a small, wistful smile on her lips. "Yes, when you mentioned the beach, my mood lightened up," she said, her eyes gazing out at the waves.
Nina's gaze narrowed slightly, her eyes searching Her face. "Why? Were you angry before?" she asked, her tone gentle.
"Not really, I just got suffocated at home, and I needed to chill a little."Her smile faltered, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But your face didn't seem lightened up to me. Is there something you want to share?" she asked, her gaze piercing.her tone soft and inviting.
her smile returned, but it was forced, her eyes avoiding Nina's gaze. "I'm fine, there's nothing," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.
Meanwhile, at home, Rachel was alone in the bedroom, chatting quietly with her mother on the phone. Her eyes darted toward the door entrance as she spoke.
"Yes, Mom, I have the substance," she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. Her gaze lingered on the door before she continued, "Shawn went out to see a client; he'll soon be back. Once he returns, I'll mix the white substance with his juice." A sly smile spread across her face, and after a moment, she ended the call.
"Finally, Shawn, you'll be all mine," she whispered to herself, her tone dripping with malice. She left the room, scanning her surroundings cautiously.
Back at the beach, Nina and Sofia continued chatting. Sofia's face fell, her shoulders sagging as she let out a wistful sigh.
"I just wish today never ended," Sofia said, her voice tinged with melancholy.
Nina's brow furrowed, concern etched on her face. "Really? Why wish that?" she asked.
Her eyes gazed out at the sea, her demeanor introspective. "Because I want to stay longer."
"Something tells me you're bothered about something... it's okay if you don't want to tell, but I'm like your big sister, someone you can rely on."Her tone turned gentle, her countenance empathetic.
"It's too late now; the best thing is to keep my distance."Her sigh was laden with resignation.
Nina's eyes narrowed slightly, her demeanor inquisitive. "Are you in a love circle with someone?".
"No, I just want to be the...". She got interrupted by her cell phone ringing, her gaze falling upon the caller ID: Shawn. Her face fell, and she let out a deep sigh.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" She asked, and Sofia's shoulders sagged, her eyes fixed on the phone in her hand.
Some hours later, Sofia arrived home, her complexion pale and exhausted. She trudged toward the kitchen, parched, and spotted a cold glass of juice on the dining table. She strode over, lifted the glass, and drank the juice in one swift gulp.
"Damn, this is refreshing; I better replace it before the owner comes back." She hastened to the kitchen, found the juice in the refrigerator, rinsed the glass, and refilled it before rushing back to the dining table.
As she placed the glass down, Rachel emerged from Shawn's room, their eyes meeting. Rachel's face was neutral.
"You are back," She stated, her tone matter-of-fact. Sofia nodded, forcing a weak smile onto her lips. "How did it go?" Rachel asked, her brow slightly raised.
"Nice, it was fun," She replied, her voice flat.
Rachel's gaze lingered on Sofia's face. "I can see that," She said.
"Is Shawn back?"She asked, her eyes darted toward the staircase
She nodded. "Yes, not too long ago; he's inside."
"Ok."Her face remained impassive
As Sofia turned to leave, Rachel called out, "Won't you be having dinner with us?"
She shook her head. "No, am full, I need to sleep now."
"Ok, goodnight." her lips curved into a fiant smile.
She said and Sofia left for her room. Rachel smirked and rushed to the dining table to get her juice, she left the juice earlier to call Shawn from his room, but Shawn insisted he brings the juice to his room, a smirk curved her lips as she picked up the juice and left for the bedroom.
Some minutes after, Rachel emerged from the bathroom, a sly smile spreading across her face as she spotted the empty glass cup of juice. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, knowing her plan had worked, but her brow furrowed in curiosity, wondering where Shawn had gone.
"Well, since he drank the juice, there's no way he won't rush back to me when the toxic starts working." She whispered to herself, a self-assured smirk still plastered on her face. She lay down on the bed, wearing an exposing lingerie, her eyes fixed on the door, awaiting Shawn's return. "I will wait till you come and meet me." She murmured, her voice laced with anticipation.
Meanwhile, Shawn stood outside Sofia's door, his face a mask of hesitation. He hadn't been communicating with her for days, and now he yearned for her comfort. Summoning his courage, he gently tapped on the door and pushed it open.
"Sofia." He called out, stepping inside. His gaze swept the room, but she was nowhere to be found. "Sofia, where are you?" He asked, his voice tinged with concern.
As he turned, he spotted Sofia stumbling out of the bathroom, her face pale and weak. Shawn rushed to her side, catching her before she fell.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked, his brow furrowed with worry, as he guided her to the bed.
"I am not myself." She whispered, her eyes struggling to stay open.
"Why? What happened to you?" he pressed, his tone laced with concern.
Sofia sat up, her eyes open weakly. "I don't know." She murmured, her voice barely audible. As she gazed at him, her pupils seemed to dilate, and her face contorted in discomfort. "I feel hot." She whispered.
His face reflected his confusion. "How?" He asked, feeling her forehead and neck, but her temperature seemed normal. "You don't feel hot." He stated, but Sofia insisted, her voice growing weaker.
"I know what I am saying." She pushed closer to Shawn, their eyes interlocking. "I can't feel myself right now, maybe I should take off my clothes." She whispered, attempting to undo her buttons, but Shawn swiftly stopped her.
"No, you can't." He said firmly, his face set in concern.
Her face twisted in distress. "But it's hot." She whispered, still trying to undo her buttons, but Shawn refused.
"I don't know what's going on with you right now, but you have to stop." He urged, his tone firm but gentle.
Her eyes locked onto Shawn's, her face contorted in desperation. "I can't! I am hot, and I....." She paused, her voice trailing off, before she pulled closer to Shawn, grabbing his collar. "Help me." She whispered, her eyes pleading, and Shawn's face reflected his confusion and concern.
"Help you on what? What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" He asked, his face scrunched in confusion, his eyes wide with concern.
"There is no time for questions, I can't feel myself anymore, I don't know who you are right now, but I need you to help me, please!" She pleaded, her voice laced with desperation, her eyes wild with urgency. She tried to undo his shirt, but he held her hands firmly.
"Stop, Sofia." His tone was firm, but his face reflected his worry.
"Please, help me," She begged, still trying to undo his shirt. "You have to help me, I don't know what is wrong with me, and I don't know who you are, but my body yearns for your touch right now."
"I don't know what happened to...," he started, but paused as Sofia suddenly removed her clothes. He quickly turned his face away, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Oh my gosh!" He exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her voice was laced with vulnerability as she lay down on the bed. "I am begging you right now, you will have to be gentle with me, it's my first time, please help me."
Shawn's face was a picture of bewilderment as he wondered what had gotten into Sofia. He turned his face away, searching for a blanket to cover her. "What has gotten into her," he thought. He threw the blanket over her. "Sofia," he called out, but there was no response. He turned slowly to face her, seeing that the blanket covered her nakedness, and she was tossing around the bed. "You need a cold bath," he decided, his tone firm but gentle.
He carried her to the bathroom, laying her down in the tub, and then turned the shower on her. She gasped as the cold water hit her skin.
"It's cold," She whispered, her voice weak.
"It will calm you down, just relax," he reassured her, his tone soft and soothing. Some moments later, she spoke
She turned to him weakly, their eyes interlocking. "Can you promise me something?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What?" He replied, his face etched with concern.
"Promise me you will kiss me for real next time." Her lips curved into a fiant smile.
Shawn's face froze, his eyes locked onto hers, but before he could respond, her eyes fluttered closed, and she fell asleep.
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