Devil's Trap

Imagine you have a normal life, you are happy. Imagine you have a nice boyfriend. Nothing in this world is perfect, but this is your sanctuary. You are excited by his side. One day after a very long time you decide to take a vacation. You enjoy yourself. Sounds nice, right? Now imagine everything went straight to hell, because you made a wrong turn in the city. You see a man got murdered. The murder is chasing you and shoots dead your boyfriend. You are crying with your dead boyfriend in your arms. 

“You asshole! Kill her! She could go to the cups,” his accomplice is really pissed.

“No… This babe could do us a fortune. I mean look at her. Our customers would pay a fortune for a girl with curves like her. Plus look at her eyes, I just have to give her a test ride.”

This was the moment when my life turned upside down. I obeyed everything. Their boss decided he would protect me. He liked me somehow. It was fucked up. He wanted me, but never dared to touch me. I worked as a waitress. If a customer looked at me the wrong way, the gorillaz hired by the main boss would break their hands. So I ended up unknowing what was going on in the real world. Stuck under the boss of the club, serving drinks to creeps, hearing to other girls how lucky I am and how ugly. The other girls were slim, wore heavy makeup and flirted with every man in a higher hierarchie. They were hot and absolutely stunning. At least with the makeup on. Yeah, I ended up in hell with no idea on how I deserve it. 

I always did my job. I never complained loudly. I left it for the endless night full of crying. I was all alone. Nothing was left for me. I lost my family before I met my boyfriend. When I lost him too… Well I had no one to turn to. Fuck, if you end up in 33 as a mafia employee, what would you do? What would you do, if you were in my place? Would you fight? Would you do the same as me? Would you end it by killing yourself? Hard to answer. You never know what you do until it happens. These are dangerous people. They carry guns even to their shower. Honestly I am scared. I am scared even of my own shadow. They let me use my own name - Penelope Ward. 

“Penelope, come here, honey,” I just got to work. They always bring me to it and take me after. 

“Yes, boss. What is it?” 

“That's my good girl. Today is a big day for me. I need you in the private rooms to be behind the bar. You are the only one capable of doing the job right.”

“Who will serve the drinks?” I asked for sure. 

“Me,” that made me look him in the eyes. He was tall, handsome, covered in tattoos with a meaning beyond my understanding. Something with prestige and place in this hierarchie. “Problem?” 

“No, boss. I-I-I just… Sorry, it is unusual. What time should I get there?” 

“Boss, why her? She is not so…” Snap. Beka was lying on the ground catching her breath. 

“Beka, you should really learn. Who gets the job is my work. Nobody will fucking questiong my fucking decision. This was your third time,” Beka looked scared, she even peed herself. The boss's right hand came. “Stand up,” Beka shakingly stood up. “May I have your attention, ladies? Thank you! Now… Here Penelope is more worthy of any job I give her than you all together. She listens to orders. Simply as that. Beka here had her third strike. I won't lie to you. It's bad. Stefan, show them how bad it is.” Stefan put Beka's head between his arms and snapped. The crack was very loud, because everybody was silent and scared to death. I froze in the spot, not able to move, to speak or to do anything. Some girls started to throw up. “Was that clear enough for your stupid heads?” All just nodded. He turned to me. “Penelope?” I nodded. “Let's go.” 

“Boss,” I whispered. He looked at me. 

“Yes, honey?” 

“I think I will faint. I am sorry.” And the darkness took over.

A few hours later I woke up in his office. I was laying on his couch. Stefan was talking to him. He just looked at me and saw me waking up. He cut off Stefan and sent him away to prepare the rooms. My boss had a really sarcastic name - Angel Hankles. Even his look was angelic. But don't let the look confuse you, he was a coldhearted bastard. I got lucky, he protected me. 

“Honey, are you okay?” He ran his fingers over my face.

“I am, thank you. It was… I… I am just stupid.” He grabbed my chin so hard a tear escaped my eyes.

“Say it one more time and I bend you over my desk and fuck you so long, untill you will remember how to speak about yourself.” I nodded. He let go of me. “Say it!”

“I understand, I am sorry for upsetting you, boss.” 

“That's my good girl. Now, in the bathroom is everything you need for this evening. Look nice. Get ready.” My legs were shaking, I almost felt. “Oh, easy… You don't have to be scared. I will keep you safe. Come.” I wanted to close the door, but he put a leg in it to prevent me from doing so. “This stays open.” I looked at him with terror in my eyes. “I want to watch.” I had no other choice. I was shy, but fear was the bigger issue right now. If I refuse, he snaps. I can get hurt. If I do so… I'll lose another piece of my pride, but I'll live to see another day. He saw my dilemma. “Penelope, do you remember the first time we met?” 

“Yes, boss,” the memory was still alive. The guy wanted his test drive and Angel came and shot him in his dick and then his head. He kneeled to me. I was a mess, I was pissed and covered in blood. I was desperate, begging him to kill me. The death of my boyfriend broke me. The attempt for rape put me even lower. Angel promised me, he will keep me safe, if I will do everything he tells me to. I did. If I ever dare not to obey, he would make me his whore, his plaything. He will use me every way possible, just because he can. I knew back then, he wanted me to fight him. He wants it even now. 

“Are you telling me you won't listen to me? Are you actually finally giving in to me and what pleasure I can give you?” A shiver ran down my spine. This was a trick question.

“I am fighting my shy side and my insecurities. I don't want to disrespect you…”

“Shh, honey. I am just teasing you. You look so cute, when you are blushing. But I insist on you to prepare yourself in front of me,” his smile was so fucked up. I just closed my eyes and started to undress myself. I took a shower. I tried the whole time not to look at him, but I knew he was jerking off. He came before I was out of the shower. He was all smooth again.  I put on the dress he gave me. No underwear. I put on some make up, I used just mascara and applied a red lipstick. I was ready. I felt so dirty. He was taking advantage of the situation. It was his way of telling me this was the payment for his protection. If I make it through the night without him fucking me, I will have a reason to have hope. He leaned to me and whispered in my ear. “I would make you my own personal stripper… You're so hot, honey.” His hand ran from my knee to my tights. A knock on the door stopped him. “Fuck! We will finish this later, honey.” He walked out of the bathroom. He pushed the door, but they did not close completely. 

I could hear other men talking to him. I have no idea what that was about. I didn't pay attention. Angel sounded scared. I never heard him like this before. The world stopped when I heard the gunshot. I leaned over the wall and got a panic attack. I slowly got on the ground with my back still against the wall. I didn't hear Angel coming for me. I saw one man on the ground. He picked me up and carried me out of his office. He stopped by the entrance to the private bar. 

“Penelope, I need you to listen to me,” I looked at him snapping back to reality. I looked around and back at him. “Are you back, honey?” I nodded. “There was a change of plans. I won't be there. You will be the waitress with Barbara and Gina. Behind the bar will be a stranger. Don't look them in the eyes, do as they tell you and definitely don't serve the main boss. He is the most ruthless person I even got to know. If you think the worst of me, he is a much more coldhearted, arrogant man you can meet. Never let him corner you, never stay alone with him. Am I clear?” 

“Yes, boss.” I was asking myself why. Something wasn't right. I expected him to say “good girl” like he used to, but he pinned me to the wall and kissed me. I was surprised. It was actually a really good kiss, if not for the circumstances. 

“Shit, honey… I should have taken you to bed the first time I saw you. Behind that door I can't protect you. You have to be brave. Whatever you see or hear…”

“I wont see or hear anything, I swear.” I interrupted him. 

“Angel, my friend, long time no see!” An even taller man came behind Angel, I could swear he cursed, but it was so quiet I had no idea what he said. 

“Marcus! Just the man we are waiting for!” Angel stepped back from me. I could take a quick look at the other man. He had to be more than 2,5 meters tall. He had brown slightly wavy short hair, gray cold eyes and he was godlike handsome. His suit fitted him too well. He was all muscles. He looked dangerous. His bodyguards looked like a joke in comparison to him. I never heard his first name, just his last name. The leader of the biggest mafia in the world, also known as the most handsome bachelor in the world. I should be scared of him, but something draws me to him. I was here too long and was too fucked up, but if he just did what Angel did, my wetness would run on my legs. Angel never had this effect on me. 

“Angel, step back and let me look at the little pretty thing behind you,” Marcus had a sweet tone with a warning in it. Angel hesitated. “I said step-back!” Marcus pulled a gun to Angel's head. Angel raised his hands and stepped back. “You just kept this little one for yourself or from me?”

“Marcus, I wanted to ask you a favor. I want to keep her. I have had an eye on her since…”

“I know you did! I saw the video. I saw the fucker touching her. I looked at every video from this shithole. Even the one from today in your office. You think there will be something I don't know? You steal my money and expect me not to know?” Angel was silent. “You are lucky I am a generous man. I give you a second chance to make it right. As punishment, she goes with me after tonight.” Angel's eyes went wide. “Penelope, you just got a promotion. You will just serve my drinks and sit on my lap.” I nodded. “Use your words!”

“Yes… Boss?” He pushed Angel aside and came closer to me. This was the first time I looked someone from this organization in the eyes. 

“I'll pass the BOSS, because you just looked at me directly. Now… Do you have another address for me?”

“I-I-I…” I felt his hand on my hip. “What should I call you?” I whispered, not sure if this was the right decision. 

“Master or sir. I don't give a fuck which one, or if you will switch between thise two. Understood?” 

“Yes, sir…” I froze, when he smiled at me. I pressed my legs closer together. 

“Now go inside. You can bring me scotch on rocks and take something for yourself to the throne. Tell the bartender it is for me. Go, little one. I have to talk to Angel here.” I was on my way, when a strong hand grabbed me around my waist and I was taken from the floor. 

“Shit! Let me go! Please put me back on the ground!” Marcus' eyes were filled with something sinister. It was beyond rage. I recognized the hand. It was Angel. 

“Do as she begs, or I swear to God, I will tear your head off right now!” 

“No. Stefan!” No answer. 

“Oh, he can't talk. Or better… He won't be ever talking again. Somehow his gut met a very sharp knife. What a shocker!” Marcus came closer. “Put her down.” Angel placed me on the ground and took a knife from God knows where and placed it to my knec. I froze. I closed my eyes and hoped I could get out of this. 

“She is mine. I protected her for myself. If I won't have her, nobody will. Not even you!” Angel sounded desperate. 

“Let go of her on three…” Marcus' voice was unrecognizable. This Devil came for me and I was willing to give in to him. “One…” Shit! I am between evil and much worse evil. “Two…” Angel was backing up with me. “One…” I could hear steps behind us. Before I knew it, someone grabbed me and pushed me through the door. All eyes were on me. I had a scratch on my neck, not much blood, but it was still visible. Gina looked at me and started to laugh. I went to the bartender and told him what I wanted. Marcus said take the drinks and get to the throne. Scotch on the rocks and red wine for me. The bartender was generous with the wine. He even helped me carry the drinks, because I was shaking. I stood there by the throne and waited.

“It would be better, if you sit down. Marcus would be angry, if you will just stand here.” The bartender whispered to me. I just nodded and let him help me sit down. The eyes were still on me. I felt uncomfortable. I heard them whispering. It was no good, but I didn't want to listen to this. I shot down. I pushed everything away. I just stared at the door.