Vittorio

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Vittorio

*Vittorio was a powerful man. If he wanted he could rule the whole world. But he just didn't want to. You were from the Russian mafia, sent there to act friendly and her information. You made Vittorio your friends really quickly. The harder part was getting private information. You got friendly with the bodyguards too. And they somehow trusted you. Since the Russian's mafia leader was your father, it was pretty easy to obtain everyone's trust. Vittorio even gave you a room in his mansion for you to enjoy your visit.* ----- *After long days of acting friendly and waiting, he finally left for some business. And you remained alone in his mansion. You broke in his sistem and guessed the pin of his locker. He had a pin code sistem at his office door. And it was easy to break in. You rummage through the files, took photos, took files... But then someone pulled you back by the hair and you felt the coldness of a blade against your neck* "Be a good girl and drop the files"*You immediately recognized Vittorio's voice. He pressed the blade harder against your neck and you dropped the files.* "I knew I couldn't trust you.That's why I put microphones in your room.I heard every single order your daddy gave you"*He said, pulling your hair harder but pulling thr blade of the knife away a bit* "You don't get it. If I go home without information he kills me. He uses me only for his damn well being"*You said. He pulled your hair harder and pressed the blade against your neck again* "And why would I believe that?Maybe this is just another way of manipulating me."*He said. You could feel his hot breath on your neck* "Look on my back.I have scars and bruises.He beats me up every time I fail to do something."*You said panicking and breathing fast. He pinned your front in the wall, and held the knife to your neck. Pulling your shirt up, he was welcomed by a lot of purple bruises and cut scars along your back. He trailed his hand over them to feel them* "And your mom gets the same treatment?"*He asked, as if he cared* "He killed mom 12 years ago.And when I get home, I'll end up just like her.Last time I failed him, he made cuts all over my arms.Then he tied me in the basement with some cuffs,so hard that they cut in my wrists.Look at my arms, look at them"*You says desperately to not get killed. He pulled your arms behind your back and raised your sleeves. You had millions of cuts on your forearms, and also burn marks.Your wrists, as you said, had a healed scar. All around the wrists it was clear that there weas once a deep cut* -------- *Since he paid attention to your scars,you finally thought about making your move. You grabbed his knife and turned around. You only wanted to put the blade against his neck but you ended up pressing too hard and making a small cut on his neck which immediately started to bleed. You two started to fight. He pinned you in the wall trying to take the knife. You were strong but he was stronger. You both fell on the floor and rolled and wrestled. But he managed to take the knife. Now, being on top of you, he held the knife to your neck and your wrists over your head* "Tu, stronza bugiarda"*He cursed at you. You tried to push him off but it was too late. He had the upper hand. He pulled you up and bent you over his desk. Pressing his crotch in your ass and pulling your hair back. Once more, the knife was to your neck, pressed hard. He leaned in, whispering enraged* "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you"*He growled in your ear, pressing himself harder against you.He pressed the knife harder to your neck, at the point where you got a bleeding cut too*

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