CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG

ARIA

I was only five, innocent and clueless.

I was made to stand on a platform in the center of a dark room. I didn't understand why I was there or why I wasn't wearing clothes on my body.

All I knew was that there were men, lots of them in black suits, and their eyes were locked on me like vicious predators.

Thick cigars sat between their fingers, and each one had a scary man behind him, also dressed in black suits and shades.

Those men standing occasionally whispered things to the ones sitting.

"Four hundred thousand dollars!" a deep voice shouted.

"Eight hundred thousand!" another voice countered.

Emily was the only woman in the room. She stood beside me and whispered instructions to me. She was the closest thing I had to a mother.

She taught me everything I knew at that age.

I only found out that she wasn't my mother when her son, Daniel, who was two years older than me, told me.

Emily was a caretaker employed to look after me, and this place was the only home I'd known for as long as I could remember.

I wasn't allowed to leave my room or interact with anyone else except Emily and her son, Daniel.

I didn't even know where I came from or how I got here.

However, every night I kept having this scary dream of two cold bodies in a pool of blood. A blonde woman, naked, her thighs looking like they'd been broken with force, and the second boy was that of. A headless man, lying beside her.

I had no idea who they were or why I kept dreaming of them.

Emily touched my shoulder gently, then she leaned in and whispered, "Turn around, sweetie."

I obeyed and turned slowly.

"Five million!"

A man suddenly called from the back.

The room went quiet for a moment; no one could challenge that amount.

A man in a gray suit approached us and whispered something in Emily's ear. She nodded quickly, then turned to me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Come on, sweetie, let's get back to your room."

It was finally over. I stepped off the platform and gazed up at her.

She smiled back weakly, held my hand and walked me down the narrow hallway, back to my room.

I could still hear the men talking and laughing behind us.

"She'll make a nice doll for my boss," one voice said with a chuckle.

I didn't know what that meant, but somehow, I knew it wasn't good.

Daniel, Emily's son, was inside my room, reading, when the door opened.

My eyes lit up when I saw him, but as soon as he stood up, he walked to his mother and asked the question I hate to hear.

"Can we go home now, Mom?"

"Just a minute, honey. I need to get Aria ready," she said, and brought out a new dress from a fancy bag.

She got me all dressed up after which she knelt, looked me in the eyes, and touched my cheek.

"You did great out there, sweetie," she said softly. "So brave. I'm proud of you."

I looked up at her.

"Am I going somewhere?"

She paused, then sighed and brushed my long hair behind my ear.

"Yes."

"With you and Daniel?"

I asked again.

She smiled - the kind of smile that meant "no."

Then she shook her head; her eyes were sad.

"No, sweetheart. But you'll be taken good care of. It's... it's..."

She paused, as if the words were too heavy to say.

"It's a .....a...good family. They will adopt you. You have to do whatever they say so they'll take good care of you. Understand?"

She had tears in her eyes.

Seeing her like that, summoned tears in my own eyes, and I allowed them to roll freely down my cheeks.

"Hey, honey, you don't have to cry. I promise to visit," she said gently and cleaned my face.

"I don't want to go anywhere. I'm scared," I sobbed and hugged her tightly.

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my forehead.

"It's okay, honey, it's okay".

She whispered and consoled me.

Daniel came over and joined the hug.

Just then, the door opened.

Daniel immediately stepped back in fear as two scary-looking, tall men in black suits walked into the room.

"Is she ready?"

One of the men asked.

"Yes," Emily said, straightening up, though I was still hugging her waist.

"Let go now, sweetie."

I obeyed and slowly released her.

She handed me my stuffed rabbit.

"Don't forget your rabbit friend."

I nodded and hugged it tightly, sobbing.

One of the men stepped forward and blindfolded me, then sealed my mouth with tape.

I couldn't see anymore.

Suddenly, I felt two huge hands lift me and carry me away.

Just like that, I was taken away from the only family I had ever known-Emily and her son.

The car ride was long and silent, but I didn't sleep.

I couldn't.

I just hugged my stuffed rabbit as tightly as I could, crying silently.

When the car finally stopped, they removed the blindfold. It was late in the night, but what I saw in front of me looked like another world.

A beautiful, massive estate with rows of identical white mansions. Each behind stone gates, with many shiny cars parked outside.

They led me inside one of the mansions and took me to a luxurious room.

Pink walls. Pink curtains. A bi,g giant bed covered with a bed sheet designed with cartoon characters.

There were giant teddy bears, toys, and shelves lined with brand-new Barbies and Bratz dolls.

Those men told me to rest and left the room.

I slowly sat on the edge of the bed, still clutching my stuffed rabbit, until I fell asleep.

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The next morning, someone knocked on the door.

I immediately hugged my rabbit like it was a form of protection.

A woman in a black maid uniform walked in with a tray of food. The most delicious-looking food I had ever seen in my life. My mouth watered instantly.

"Good morning".

I greeted.

She ignored me and placed the tray on a table in the corner, where a pink, princess-like chair stood.

"Your breakfast is served, take a bath, brush, and eat," she said dryly, then left the room.

I didn't move.

I just stared at the food, swallowing hungrily but too afraid to touch it.

Minutes later, the woman returned and saw the food untouched.

She looked offended.

"You have to eat, or you'll be punished," she said coldly.

Immediately, I walked to the bathroom, she followed and helped with my bath time,e, then watched me brush my teeth.

Afterwards, I ate the food while she watched. Once I was full, she carried the tray away.

About an hour later, two other women dressed in the same uniform entered and began dressing me up.

White stockings, black shoes, a pink dress, and combed my hair before putting it up into a ponytail.

"Such long golden hair, she looks like a doll."

The first maid said and pinned a bow at the back of my ponytail.

"Poor thing. Where are her parents?"

The second added.

"Enough with the gossip-do you want to be killed?"

The first maid whispered.

Without saying a word to me, they left the room.

Once again, I was all by myself, alone.

I sat on my bed, looking around the large room. It was far bigger than my old one, which only made it more terrifying.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

I jumped to my feet, startled.

A man stepped in-I recognized him instantly as the one who had shouted five million.

He was followed by another unfamiliar man who was wearing a large, glistening ring and a black coat draped over his shoulders.

His eyes found me, and he paused on the spot.

I looked down nervously.

"She's a rare beauty".

I heard him say.

"I knew you'd like her, Lord Vince," the first man said proudly. "Young and innocent... beautiful blue eyes, rare golden lashes, hair like spun gold. Skin pale as snow. She looks like a fairy. I paid five million."

Lord Vince walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes locked on me.

"Worth it," he said, and exhaled the smoke.

I coughed loudly because of the smoke and looked up at him.

He patted his thigh.

"Come here, kitten."

I didn't want to. I was scared.

But Emily had told me to obey-so they'd treat me nicely.

I slowly sat on his leg, eyes fixed on the floor.

He reached up and stroked my long hair.

"You'll need training," he said softly.

Then he leaned in and whispered into my ear.

"Call me Daddy."

I felt an uncomfortable chill all over me.

My voice came out tiny and trembling.

"Da... Daddy."

He laughed.

"Haha! Good kitten. Tell me, what name were you given?"

"ARIA."

I replied, my voice still shaking.

He brushed his finger over my lips, slow and deliberate, before sliding it into my mouth.

"Open wider," he instructed.

I gagged slightly, eyes watering as tears began to form.

"Still tiny," he muttered with amused cruelty.

Suddenly, the door burst open, which startled me. I gripped his shirt around my tiny fingers instinctively.

Three women were thrown in-battered, bloodied, their bodies bound in heavy restraints.

A dozen men followed, their faces blank.

Seeing those women in that condition terrified me. Then my horror intensified when the men descended upon them.

Clothes were ripped away in violent jerks.

The women screamed, their cries echoing inside the small room.

I turned my face away in horror, burying it into Lord Vince's chest.

But he grabbed the back of my head, fingers like iron, pushing my face back to the terrifying sight.

"Don't look away. This is your future, little kitty."

As I grew older, that terrifying dream of mine became clearer.

I realized that it wasn't just a dream... It was a memory.

A dark, painful moment that haunted my sleep. The couple in my dream was my parents, both brutally killed.

My mother was raped and killed.

My father... was beheaded right in front of me.

I was just a baby.

I couldn't remember the face of the man who did it. But one thing was clear: he was part of the Mafia-and his greatest mistake was letting me live.

I stabbed the faceless picture on my mission wall and smirked.

He goes by the name: Grimclaw.

All my digging, spying, and killing pointed to him. He's the reason my parents died.

I took a step back proudly, staring at the wall plastered with red strings, mugshots, and newspaper clippings.

Each photo had a thick red X slashed across it.

Every one of these Mafia men was killed by me... and I won't stop until I get to Grimclaw and make him fall on his knees before me-begging me to kill him less painfully.

The door burst open.

"Oh-JESUS!" my housekeeper, Emily, screamed, dropping the folded laundry and spinning around. "Why are you always naked with a toy in your-Aria!"

Yes, the same old Emily.

She didn't visit as she promised, but I knew she said so to make me less sad.

I was able to reconnect with her and employ her as my housekeeper.

"Come on, Emily. You should be used to this by now," I replied and let my hair fall down my back-long enough to cover the view.

She shook her head, muttering prayers, and picked up the folded laundry that she had dropped out of shock.

"You need a break from using these toys."

I opened my mouth to reply, but a familiar voice interrupted.

"Mom?"

Daniel, her son, called from the hallway outside my room.

The only man I hadn't wanted to destroy. The only man I had grown to actually love-and would do anything to make him mine.

He'd grown into a tall, strong man-dark hair, intense blue eyes, perfect height.

I immediately yanked the toy out, flung it under the bed, wiped down quickly, and slipped into a soft pink dress, one that hugged my curves just right.

I styled my hair into a ponytail with a pink bow.

I had to look sweet,

soft and innocent for him.

With a deep breath, I opened the door and found him standing in the hallway, calling out for his mom.

I leaned on the doorframe.

"Hello, Dan," I said seductively.

He rolled his eyes the moment he saw me in a soft garment, acting so innocent.

"Where's my mother?"

I walked up to him slowly.

"Still pretending you don't miss me?"

He looked away, clearly annoyed.

"Don't start. You know that outfit is not fooling anyone."

I made a sad face and pouted.

"How rude."

Apparently, Daniel is the only man who was able to resist my seductive charms.

Could it be because we grew up together?

But since he is yet to have a girlfriend, I guess I still have a chance with....

Then, right behind him, a girl showed up.

My smile tried too hard to disappear, but I was a master at faking it anyway.

Soft brown hair, big eyes, small lips-she looked like a porcelain doll. She was dressed so modestly, like a saint.

Daniel looked at her with that gentle smile.

I had never once gotten from him.

Emily, at the same time, walked out of my room.

"Dan..."

"Mom, I was calling for you. This is Betty," he said. "My girlfriend."

Shattered.....

Emily glanced toward me.

She knew how much I loved her son-how deeply, how painfully this introduction was.

I had thought he, of all people, would understand me. After all, he knew the truth. He knew I never had a choice. That I was forced-trapped into being nothing more than a pet slut for Lord Vince.

But clearly, I was wrong.

Now, at least, I had a reason to stay focused on my mission and quit trying to please a man who never wanted me to begin with.

A man who only saw filth where I carried scars.

It was time to stop dreaming of a normal life... because this life was all I would ever have.

And yet...

Beneath this wounded twenty-one-year-old exterior still lived a child-a child who only wanted to be loved, like everyone else.

A child who longed for the warmth of a family... and genuine affection.

"She's so beautiful, Dan. But you could've brought her home instead of this place," Emily said softly.

I wasn't sure if she felt sorry for me... or just worried that Betty might be uncomfortable surrounded by Lord Vince's men.

"She insisted on visiting your workplace," Daniel replied stiffly.

"You are welcome once again, Betty," Emily added.

Betty gave a polite nod and then looked at me, curious, as if trying to figure me out.

Daniel quickly stepped in.

"This is Aria. She owns the house."

"Right," Betty said, extending a hand toward me. "Nice to meet you, Aria. You're so pretty."

"You too, Betty," I replied, accepting her handshake with a bright smile, even though my insides were like a storm of pain and rage.

"I can't believe you're real," she said. "Seriously... you look so much like a real-life elf."

I giggled.

"Oh, please stop already. You're making me blush."

Daniel reached out and pulled Betty back, like she might get tainted just from touching me.

"Don't get too close to her," he whispered, half-joking, half-serious. "She's crazier than you think."

"Oh, Daniel, get over it," I replied with a small laugh before turning to Betty.

"Even if it's a threesome, just let me have him for one round."

Betty gasped, her face flushing as she turned to Daniel in shock.

"Aria!" Daniel barked. "Stop it. Don't poison her-she's not like you."

His words struck harder than a slap.

He glared at me with pure disgust.

"Must you always show that you're nothing but a disgusting cum bucket?"

"Daniel!" Emily snapped, clearly horrified.

But I just smiled wider, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Disgusting cum bucket," I repeated softly. "Is that because you saw me getting gangbanged, Daniel?"

"What?" Betty whispered, clearly overwhelmed.

Daniel frowned tightly.

"Can you please mind your words? There's a visitor here."

"Oh please, Dan. Don't be so dramatic. She's not a child. She'll be fine."

I giggled again.

Emily cleared her throat, easing the tension.

"Daniel, can I see you and Betty outside for a minute?" she said, already walking toward the door.

"Sure," Daniel replied curtly-but not without glaring at me one last time.

I laughed.

Emily stepped out first. Betty followed closely behind, but just before she crossed the threshold, I leaned in and gave her a playful slap on the ass, winking. "Soft. Lucky!"

"Stop it, Aria..." Daniel snapped.

"What?" I shrugged, teasing. "I'm not going to steal your girl."

He hated it when I acted like that. And maybe that's why I did it. Because why pretend to be decent when he had already chosen to see me as nothing but filth?

I watched him open the door for Betty, watched him glare at me one more time before slamming it shut behind them.

My first and only love-the only man I had ever let see the real me-saw me as nothing more than a disgusting cum bucket.

And he was right.

Because that's what I had become.

TITAN'S POV

Location: Lord Vincenzo Underground Headquarters. 11 pm Midnight.

Men in black suits sat around tables, gambling, drinking, and others beating up debtors for fun.

However, as soon as Lord Vincenzo "Vince" DeLuca stepped inside, dressed in all black.

Each one of them immediately stood up, bowed their heads slightly in respect.

"Welcome back boss!"

Their deep voices roared loudly.

I stood there awkwardly, observing every corner of the room. My first day working for the Mafia, lord Vince.

Being the tallest in the building and an unfamiliar face amongst them, my presence was impossible to ignore.

The men stole quick glances at me but none dared not speak out their thoughts.

No one knew if I was a new recruit or something else entirely.

Lord Vince walked straight to the desk, where one of his men was stationed.

The blonde man, seeing him approaching the desk, stiffened probably hoping he didn't get on Lord Vince's bad side.

Also, he looked younger than most in the room.

Lord Vince exhaled smoke, tapping the cigar's ash onto the desk.

His eyes searched the room until he was sure he had someone missing in their midst.

"Where's my little kitten?"

His voice came more calmly than expected.

The blonde bowed.

"My Lord. She's in her room, doing a rape roleplay with old Philip. He hired four men as she had requested, a gang rape."

I blinked, a bit confused by that answer. I thought he was referring to a cat at first.

Before Lord Vince could say a word, we heard a female voice yelling loudly.

"You are fucking raping me, you creep!"

I looked around the room concerned but the men remained still, all eyes on Lord Vince, afraid to react to that.

Some had their faces red with concealed laughter.

A slow smirk tugged at Vince's lips as he took another drag from his cigar.

"That kitten is getting crazier for men's milk as she ages and her silly rape victim role plays," he murmured in amusement, "She can't wait for me to come home and feed her. She's already feeding her cunt with from different milk suppliers.Good actor by the way. She takes those roles seriously. Crazy little kitten."

I caught the blonde hair dude stealing glances at me.

Our eyes met, he flinched and immediately looked away.

I get that a lot especially with the scars on my face,my rare height and body type.

Lord Vince moved and we followed heading to the staircase that leads to the second floor.

As we drew closer, the groans, grunting ,butt slapping and moans became clearer and louder.

"Yeah,sweet thing, yeah, you got a good cunt. Yeah, you were made for fucking!"

A male voice growled.

"Get over the commentary and fuck me harder, don't bore me!"

The female voice snapped back.

"Haha! You are going out of character. You are supposed to be a victim".

Another male voice laughed.

"Shut up!"

She snapped back then suddenly she moaned loudly.

"Yes! Fuck yes!"