Mafia’s doll

"You don't matter to me," he said menacingly, his fingertips gently tracing through my hair as he forcefully tilted my head back. "A plaything to be used at my leisure," I gasped, my voice barely audible. "Let me go-" "Or what?" He smirked, his lips curling into a devilish grin. "Scratch me with your delicate nails?" He backed me against the wall, leaning in closer, his piercing gray eyes searing into my soul. "Amara, remember, you exist solely to bring me joy," he reminded me, tugging on my hair harder, causing a burning sensation. The scent of his warm sandalwood enveloped me, heightening my senses, and I could feel my heartbeat quicken with each breath. "Rhys-" "Hush..." he whispered, adding, "As your punishment, I want you to bend over the wall and lift your skirt." --- ```markdown

"You don't mean anything to me," he spoke ominously, his fingertips delicately weaving through my hair as he forcefully tilted my chin back. "A mere object for my amusement whenever I desire," I managed to whimper, struggling for air. "Please, let me be-" "Or?" His lips curved into a sinister smile. "Defy me with your fragile nails?" He pressed me against the wall, his intense gray gaze piercing through my core. "Amara, remember, your existence revolves solely around satisfying my desires," he growled, exerting more pressure on my hair, causing a fiery sensation. The rich aroma of sandalwood surrounding us intensified, my heart thudding rapidly with every breath. "Rhys..." "Hush... As your punishment, I command you to bend over the wall and raise your skirt," he ordered softly.

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