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Chapter 39

    Chapter 39


    The Fau


    Mafia Men and Their Prize


    39- No More Funny Business


    Aurorn POV


    As soon as I saw Jason put that piece of potato in his mouth, I could barely contain myughter. I had


    observed them for thest few weeks and every time they had potatoes, they would also over salt


    them. It was a no brainer to me to baking soda in all of the saltshakers. That shit burns when it hits your


    tongue.


    I volunteered to help refill all the shakers and condiments today. The servants always have so much on


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    their te and this gave me free reign to enact my yful revenge.


    Seeing four of the guys react simrly, I let out my giggle. Their faces are contorted like a fun house


    mirror. I wish I had a camera. It was golden moment. And then they reached for their “waters.” And in 3,


    2, 1… SPRAY! Oh this is just too sweet. A little vinegar goes a long way.


    Unfortunately, some of Jason’s spitnded on me, so that is gross, but honestly my sides were hurting


    with cramps I wasughing quietly so hard, I don’t care. I can barely breathe!


    “AURORA!” I hear Kai roar on the other end of the table. He was red as a tomato and a mischievous


    evil glint was sparkling in his eye. Well, shit! His eyes met mine and he gave me an unspoken


    And so I did. I quickly got out of my chair and fled out the grand doors, my ts pounding hard against


    the marble flooring, my giggles still escaping my mouth as I run down the corridor and make a mad


    dash to the stairs.


    Just as I reach the first stair, strong masculine arms wrap around my waist, earning another squeal. A


    husky voice whispers in my ear “Got you baby girl. Now it’s my turn for some fun.” A quick nibble


    grazed my ear before my world suddenly spins as I am hauled over his shoulder like a sack of flour and


    he proceeds to saunter up the stairs. As I protest against his strong back, it was futile as it was like I


    was a feather hitting a cement bunker. A harsh p on my ass earns me another squeal and I give up


    my attempts to get down.


    I am taken to a lounge room not too far from the bedrooms and plopped down on the sofa. I was


    expecting to be pulled over his knee but he walked away to a cab and returned with a pad of paper


    and a pen which was tossed on top of the ss coffee table in front of my shaking legs.


    +10% “You will write one thousand times “I am a naughty little brat. I will show respect to my masters.‘


    And the


    Bonus stand in that corner, your nose touching the wall for thirty minutes without so much as a sound.”


    Kai ther on the sofa and before I can obviously protest at the childish and obscene punishment, he


    gives me a very 08:19 test me’ look so I keep my mouth shut and sink down on the plush maroon


    carpet to begin writing. I guess it’s better


    than a spanking!


    I just finished my 100th line and my hand was cramping. Charlie and Bene barreling in the room,


    mming the door open with a loud bang! Their faces are a mix of emotions, but they don’t look too


    angry.


    “What the fuck happened now?” Kaj asked them, looking concerned.


    “Ask her!” Charlie pointed to me and I realized what happened and began to howl inughter like a


    hyena! It worked! It actually worked. Damn it, I wish I could have been there to see it. I couldn’t stop the


    boisterousugh leaving my mouth and wiped away a tear that graced my face.


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    “What the fuck happened?” I heard Kai ask again and luckily Ben answered for me saying “she put


    something in the coffee. I fucking bubbled like the soap suds in our bath.


    They actually started floating out of the cups!” He was clearly amused, finally letting out a small chuckle


    and luckily Charlie and Kai did too. I began roaring inugher once again.


    “It Was Laundry…Detergent” I barely got out betweenughs.


    Kai then slid his hands down his face before looking at me, all funny business aside. I settled down and


    took a few deep breaths. “Another 200 more lines to your punishment and you are banned from the


    kitchens for 2 weeks!”


    “What!? Are you kidding me? I’m not fucking twelve Kai!” I started protesting. 700 lines for a little


    prank?


    “Want to add spankings Ettle one? I’m happy to go get the riding crop” Kai retorted and I quickly shut


    my mouth and began writing again. Charlie and Ben settled into the sofa behind me and Kai told them


    what I was doing. When I finished with one page, front and back one of them would take the sheet and


    review it.


    It took almost two hours and I was given an extra three hundred lines because they would be micro


    analyzing every damn line and demanding I redo pages without proper reason. I had a severe hand


    crampter and now my nose was touching the wall for part two of my punishment.”


    Jason, Thomas, and Draco had joined the group not long after I hit three hundred lines and were quick


    to offer their expert eagle eyes and make critiques. They watched me and continued to converse in


    light conversations, enjoying one of the many uber expensive alcoholic beverages at their disposal.


    Jason made my “corner time” kneeling instead of standing but I was not allowed to sit on my feet and


    my hands had to be behind my back the whole time. I faltered three times as my legs grew numb and


    knees hurt. Each time I moved; my time started over. I took me another two hours before they called


    time. I copsed on the floor and someone took me back to my room and tucked me in the bed after


    changing me into some soft pajamas and putting cooling cream on wrist and knees. My brain felt like


    mush and my body was screaming in difort.


    My final thought as I let sleep consume me was that this whole situation definitely sucked. I was so sick


    and tired of this shit. I can’t even have a little fun with these assholes. I need to stop ying around


    and get the hell out of here. Time to escape once and for all.


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    “NOOOOO!” I hear the blood curdling scream of the whore on my stage. Her naked body was tossed


    onto the white sheet covered table. My guards expertly pinning down her arms with the metal restraints


    and her legs spread wide in the stirrups and chained in ce. Her lower lips on full disy and


    glistening nicely from the lube generously ced there before she was brought on stage.


    One of my closest associates stalky forward on stage and wastes no time in running a finger down her


    rapidly rising chest through the valley of her nice softball size breasts, her nipples in sharp peaks


    because we keep it cold in the arena for this reason. He travels his hand straight to her cunt and


    plunges his finger sharply inside her, earning another ear–piercing scream as she continues to protest.


    With a snap of his free hand, a gag is ced in the whores mouth, belping to muffle her vocal range to


    mere


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    32 No More Funny Business


    thrust his fingers in and out of her and the woman cuntDIES


    and not very softly says “This will not stop until youe for


    9m.” Her tear


    stated, even whilen att this and feat graces her face. It is a beautiful sight and all the horny bustamis


    around me begin to


    chuckle, misting in her realization.


    thrust his fingers in her harder and I notice his other hand beams to pinch he


    body begins to shake and Mr. remont continues to praise her and finally demands that


    he hand still deep inside her. You can see the moment her body convulsus,, ber both becraving


    the most delicious sight. He removes his hand and it is distemme in her wires and nre wiping the


    rest on her bare skin. Several of the men in the chairs around me, adjust same. The woman is carted


    off and another woman is brought forward


    en in his mouc


    their pants slech Ddr the


    A small ping from my phone takes my attention away from the stage. A message from my spy that has


    my blood begin


    to boil. FUCK


    Sin They n to into What are your orders”


    Me: Get her out and hit her Send me the location when done. You have two days. Make the


    arrangements.


    I click off my phone and take arge svog of my 540.000 ss of Bourbon and watch the iming in


    front of me


    Neen more gris were luctunter and imed and while it was entertaining, my thoughts were


    consumed by the


    one woman I sought to daim. Saat, mi poncess, very soon you will be free of those bastards, I continue


    to chant s


    myself. Just be patient and you will noper be with them. And then when the time is right, I will


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