My boyfriend sold me to the mafia Chapter 2

Several masked men were looking me up and down. I was suddenly pushed into their arms.

"Make sure you serve these gentlemen well!"

I scrambled backward in terror. Then Linda's voice came through speakers in the room.

"Marcus darling, it was so clever of you to think of watching the surveillance while we're being intimate! This is so exciting!"

"I did it all for you, baby!"

After some disgusting sounds, I felt nauseous.

I hugged my head tightly and cowered in the corner. "Don't... don't come near me! Do you know who my father is? He's..."

Before I could finish, one of the men covered my mouth and dragged me to the center of the room.

Marcus's laughter came through the speakers. "Hahaha, are you trying to claim your father is a crime boss because Linda's father is? That's ridiculous! Everyone knows your father just runs a small business. Does he make even a tenth of what the Walsh family makes?"

"Oh Marcus darling, don't say that. Can you pick up my stockings for me?"

I retched violently. The masked men grew annoyed and sealed my mouth with tape.

I thrashed wildly with all four limbs. My nails scratched one man's clothes, drawing blood. Seeing an opening, I rushed to the door and pounded on it frantically.

Marcus's mocking voice came through: "Stop struggling. Who told you to refuse to be intimate with me during our five years together? Ridiculous. You never let me feel like a man! You know what my roommates called me? They said I was impotent! This is what you deserve. Let's see how you escape from all these men!"

I shook my head frantically, clawing at the tape on my mouth, but it wouldn't budge. In a moment, several masked men had reached me.

One of them roughly pulled me to the ground and began tearing at my clothes.

"No! No!"

I used every ounce of strength I had, but it was useless. In moments, my clothes were completely stripped away. I could only try to cover my private areas.

Now I could only pray my father would come save me soon. Before leaving, I'd reported my location to him, but in such a short time...

"Marcus darling, whose body is better, that bitch's or mine?"

"Her? She's flat as a board. Nothing compared to you. Linda, your feet smell so good!"

The pain in my heart left me unable to breathe, my chest heaving violently.

I remembered when Marcus first confessed his feelings to me, he said he loved my slender figure and wanted to fatten me up after we got together.

But after we got together, he cried poverty, so to protect his pride I ate discounted cafeteria food with him. By graduation, I'd actually gotten thinner...

Back then he'd said once we both had jobs, he'd definitely fatten me up. But now...

I curled my body into a ball, but several rough hands still roamed over me. Soon, they were stripping off their own clothes too.

"Hehe, you guys wait. Let me taste this little lady first!"

The man whose clothes I'd torn approached me step by step. I desperately shook my head and even knelt down begging, but it all seemed like a clown's performance.

"Hahaha, Marcus darling, record this and send it to your school later!"

"Sure, I'll do whatever you want. She used to be an honor student who won scholarships. To see her like this now is just too pathetic!"

I stared at the ceiling in despair.

I let several hands violate my body. Suddenly a phone rang behind the surveillance camera. I seemed to find hope again and struggled while staring at the door intently.