TAINTED

Soooooooo, here we are!!!

My name is Ella_Chae and I am here to welcome you to my story called 'TAINTED'. I am a Jamaican writer and it is with in depth study and research that I am able to moderately write about another culture/ ethnic group. This is a italian mafia based story and each character is uniquely built to create suspician, likes, loves and hates.

I love writing and I try to post more than one chapter at a time so sometimes my posts are delayed, however, I am looking forward to see comments from my readers.

I want a reaction from everyone so I know how to write to please my audience as well as give opinions.

Covers are accepted and upon the end of the story fan made spin offs or sequels can be permitted with proper communication.

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If you do not pay attention to every single word in this story, you will end up confused.

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MATURE CONTENT

This story contains strong adult content, mature scenes (sex scenes), strong adult language [ Uncensored ], drug use and abuse, violence (beatings and death, kidnapping etc.)

LANGUAGE

The italian used in the story is minimal even though it is a italian based story the audience is English, therefore not much italian is used. Enough is there to make the experience surreal and understandable.

If you pay close attention to the responses then it is easy to understand what was said in italian.

UNDERSTANDING THE POINT OF VEIWS

Some of the point of views will change into narratives, meaning that no particular person is talking or sharing the experience. But the story is mainly 1st person point of veiw. I will try my best to allow you guys to see into the minds of most of the main characters as possible and a select few random characters who bore witness to important information that you guys need to know.

And in order to keep the suspence active, I wont allow the characters to admit to doing anything whether good or bad while in their P.O.Vs. The only thing I will allow is for them to express them selves and their feelings.

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I am aiming to make this story to be more than just a story but also a experience that grabs my audience and take them on a journey of a life time!!!!

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much love,

♧Ella_Chae❤

P.S:- I will edit as I go along, please point out the mistakes in the comment section please so I can make quick changes. The main corrections to be made are typo errors though😘😘.

"Fear comes from your perception of events and characters."

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VOSHÉLLISA'S POV

"Voshé come and eat something, why do you starve yourself like that" the caretaker said to me. "Give it to the others, why bother eat when ammo be some dog's bitch very soon anyways" I spat out. "Watch your tongue young lady, do you want to die before you even tasted life?? chiudi la bocca". This granny really been working my nerves as of late. I was finally turning 18 in the next couple months and all was being drilled into my head was that I needed to be a good little girl for the PAPA'S KID who is now the new boss. I heard he was 23 or so and that he had the darkest cloud looming over him. I also heared that even his father, the most fearsome mafia lord in all Italy and even the United States continent, had a trimmer when it came to this kid.

Some how none of that gives me the creeps, nor am I afraid because I know that sooner or later, I will die.

If I cannot perform immaculately in bed, he will kill me.

Or sell me off to some slave trade or something.

It all doesnt matter though, I have been waiting to die all this time. I have always hated myself and hated my life, this was the perfect opportunity!!

I was elated for the day when I would have the chance to meet the man who could make my dreams come true.

4 MONTHS LATER.........

"Keep your self in clean manner, do not allow your skin to be scared, stained or marked, his lordship will not tolerate it" the old hag sang again and again each day. But today was different, something Bout how her voice held some form of admiration yet fear. She no longer slurred on her words but they came out more as a rush and she moved more briskly around the training house.

"Oh, happy birthday Voshéllisa, you are finally 18. I could not have asked for a more glorious news than this on an awesome day such as this one"

Our caretaker at the training house said to me.

"DON'T CALL ME BY MY FULL NAME" I said as I rolled my eyes at her.

"But thank you old hag, you are apparently the only one who cares enough to remember", I told her.

In all honestly, I myself had forgetten completely about the day. I wasnt nothing special so I didnt deserve to have a special day. By the way, what day is today? I cannot seem to remember it at all. I wonder if someone might tell me why is this day so special. Or maybe this damn day isn't special at all.

Wait.

It is.

The day is special indeed.

I am 18 years old today. That only means one thing.

The only reason why the old hag was in such a rush today.

It's finally the day when the PAPA'S KID came to collect his trained pet.

Me.

Little Voshéllisa.

Or better yet, big Voshéllisa.

Cause am grown now right?

Big enough to take the full length of a cock right?

questo non può essere reale.

Where was the world where kids got to live a life where they had choices.

And freedom.

I had none of those. The only thing I own is my name.

And soon, even that will be stripped away from me.

*Upon the Boss' arrival*

"benvenuto nella nostra umile casa di formazione, signore" The old hag greeted this sexy, chiseled, angel face, greek/demi-god that entered the training home.

"Non sprecare il mio tempo. Quanti ne hai per me oggi?" He bit back harsely.

"It's just five sir. But one is fresh, today is her riping day" the old hag stuttered back, fumbling over her words as they all race to get out.

"Is she 18 or not?" Mr. Demi-god asked with a straight face which screams 'I don't have time for any bullshit'.

"She is 18 today."

"Well we have no issue then" he said and then that was the end of it.

Shortly after the whole conversation about my age and whether I am fit or not to leave training school (I am flattered to be a subject of topic though, I must add), we were all sent to pack whatever belongings we have in preparations to leave.

All five of us.

As much as I try ever so hard to not been seen by anyone, I somehow manage to always make myself the center of attention.

While everyone else had made their way back to their quarters to pack whatever small things they owned, I stood rooted on the spot I had been since the arrival of our well esteemed guests.

My action, even though it was quiet innocent on my part seem to have cause some offence to others.

"And why is this filthy thing still standing here looking at me when she was clearly instructed to go and pack" my love spoke and broke my heart.

Such poor manners, I must say I was deeply taken aback. But then again, who was I to judge.

"Well, your excellency, this filthy thing is already packed and ready to go. All that I own is carefully packed and fitted on my body" I responded with much grace and poise as I could manage.

"Are you mocking me?" He barked.

"Heavens no. I wouldn't dream it." I said sweetly with a wide smile.

By now I could see the veins in his arms, neck and forehead. He was PISSED and I could tell.

Everyone could tell.

But that was my aim. He was my ticket out of this life and into the next. If I could upset him just enough for him to kill me, that would be amazing.

"What is this one's name?" He asked our caretaker.

"She is called Voshéllisa signore" the hag replied with a slight bow.

"I think she might provide me some great entertainment. I am ready to leave. Send me the other ones now"

"si signore, giusto un modo signore" the caretaker said as she ran around trying to fetch all the girls for our departure.

I am finally telling this hell hole of a training school good bye. In all honesty, it wasn't good but it wasn't all bad either. It was all I knew so it had to do. And as much as I hated the old hag, I still appreciated her for all she could do for me over the years.

Cause when it all boils down to it, everyone is just trying to survive.

And speaking of survival, how will I manage to live through my new life of luxury?

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"Bravery is not being fearless, it is being able to do something dispite of being afraid."

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"Boss what should we do with this one??" One of Lorenzio's men asked.

"Chop his head off. Dispose the body somewqhere and bring the head back to his wife's house" Lorenzio said without even blinking once.

This man was terrible. He was pure evil and his reign had just begun, we have a long way to go after this day.

"But Renzo it was suppose to be a secret mission. He was suppose to just pop up missing" Antonio his right hand man and best friend reminded him. "Listen Tony, I call the shots. Not you and I dont take insubordination or disrespect very well, so shut the Fuck up!" Lorenzio bit at his bestfriend. He was just a cold hearted tyrant and alot of people just could'nt understand how Antonio even survived as his friend all these years.

"Ok guys, you heard the boss! Get a move on it. Send a message and make it VERY clear!!" Antonio spat at the underlinks. Ofcourse it wasn't their fault why he had a bad temper but he had to find someway to let off the steam. Lorenzio was really working his nerve and he was being unnecessarily sloppy in his dealings which left more clean up work for Antonio.

As of late it seem as though there was something bothering Lorenzio and it began to eat him like a plague. The guy even cut down on his take of nightly women, now he only asked for three instead of his usual amount of nine.

Sasha, his favorite bitch from the states even told Antonio that the sex lasted way shorter than before and she wasn't able to make him bust a nut. She said it's as though he was completely bored of her.

He has been acting this way since the little bitch Voshé has been brought to the estate. He has been even more brutal and uninterested in anything at all.

Everyone could see it.

Why didn't he just kill her since she offended him so much? But it's like he has something to prove to someone.

Who was this someone though? Why did he even have to prove anything?

He never needed approval from anyone before so why now?

I guess she lacked something that everyone else had and she also had something that everyone else lacked.

She lacked fear and she had the will to die.

This girl hated life and Lorenzio would be damned if he was about to give her the satisfaction of death after all the insult she blessed him with.

She also relished in the feel of pain and torture. He knew because he caught her many times cutting her skin, his skin, because he owned her.

He could not give that to her. That little vixen had his hands tied. She was the first person to make him uncertain because doing things the way he always done it means playing the cards right into her hands.

He was never a man to do what was told of him. He hated that she had this planned out and that she expected him to grant her the gift of death.

He was certain now.

He will make her live to the fullest. He will torture her by giving her what she wants mostly less of.

He was giving her life.

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VOSHÉLLISA'S P.O.V

This man annoys me. I thought all he knew was war and punishment and death. Yet he tries to read me and learn about me like a damn test subject.

I am placed in a room all by myself with white walls every where. The only furniture is a plastic pumped up mattress covered in white sheets.

It's as if he is trying to put me through therapy with all these white images. It wont work though, because my mind and emotions are tainted black.

Pitch black.

Well not black as in to do evil things to other living people or animals but to myself. I have been infested with a deep feel of self loathing.

I have blamed myself for all my mishappenings even though I know full well that there was nothing I could have done about the situation.

Or maybe there was one thing.

YES!

There was one thing that I have done wrong in my life.

Born.

I should never have been born.

How did I even get to this miserable place? Sometimes everything feels like a distant memory. Almost as if nothing happened, it keeps slipping away as if I was always with them and I never knew a life before this.

Sometimes I forget how good life used to be before all this, I forget that I had a loving family and amazing friends.

The only thing I remember vividly was the day it all stopped. The day everything ended.

I still don't know why they decided to keep me because I have been a sassy little thing from the beginning. Fiery and hot tempered just like the red hair on my head, maybe thats why my friends used to call me ginger.

Ginger was harsh but ginger was also good for you, it was medicinal and had all good components. I am still harsh but I don't think it's safe to call me ginger anymore. There are no good components left in me.

I have single-handedly experienced the worst of what life had to offer and I had also experienced a good life.

Therefore, maybe, just maybe......

It's my time to die.

What is left in this miserable world for me? I see nothing.

I don't think I want a life even if I have escaped this fate. I can't imagine having a family and friends ever again because the fear that I may lose them is too great.

I am too pessimistic and selfish to even think of having a family and friends. How can I even fall in love and how can a person love me??

How can I one day be the mother of a tiny little bundle of flesh that screams, cries, eats and mess themself??

I can't even care for myself how will I care for another life?

Well.

I have been way over my head with these thoughts. It's not as if I have any way of leaving this place at all and quite frankly I don't necessarily want to leave.

Not now that I am 18 years old and would have to basically fend for myself should I leave and try to live a regular low sustainance life.

I would need to get a J-j-j-job and rent a place, pay bills and- and- anddd-

Well that's already too much. Here I don't do anything at all. I might not always have Tv priviledges or own a cell phone but I sleep in a nice white room with a bouncy mattress which is cleaned every week. I also get 3 square meals a day and when I cry for period pains I get snacks between meals or sometimes a sweet gooey treat.

Actually, who am I to complain?

This might not be the best arrangement but it works out. I live in comfort at another man's expense.

When he desires me in bed then maybe my bill payment will be due but until then, I shall enjoy my stay.

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The photo displayed is a representation of what Voshéllisa looks like."Bravery is not being fearless, it is being able to do something dispite of being afraid."

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"Boss what should we do with this one??" One of Lorenzio's men asked.

"Chop his head off. Dispose the body somewqhere and bring the head back to his wife's house" Lorenzio said without even blinking once.

This man was terrible. He was pure evil and his reign had just begun, we have a long way to go after this day.

"But Renzo it was suppose to be a secret mission. He was suppose to just pop up missing" Antonio his right hand man and best friend reminded him. "Listen Tony, I call the shots. Not you and I dont take insubordination or disrespect very well, so shut the Fuck up!" Lorenzio bit at his bestfriend. He was just a cold hearted tyrant and alot of people just could'nt understand how Antonio even survived as his friend all these years.

"Ok guys, you heard the boss! Get a move on it. Send a message and make it VERY clear!!" Antonio spat at the underlinks. Ofcourse it wasn't their fault why he had a bad temper but he had to find someway to let off the steam. Lorenzio was really working his nerve and he was being unnecessarily sloppy in his dealings which left more clean up work for Antonio.

As of late it seem as though there was something bothering Lorenzio and it began to eat him like a plague. The guy even cut down on his take of nightly women, now he only asked for three instead of his usual amount of nine.

Sasha, his favorite bitch from the states even told Antonio that the sex lasted way shorter than before and she wasn't able to make him bust a nut. She said it's as though he was completely bored of her.

He has been acting this way since the little bitch Voshé has been brought to the estate. He has been even more brutal and uninterested in anything at all.

Everyone could see it.

Why didn't he just kill her since she offended him so much? But it's like he has something to prove to someone.

Who was this someone though? Why did he even have to prove anything?

He never needed approval from anyone before so why now?

I guess she lacked something that everyone else had and she also had something that everyone else lacked.

She lacked fear and she had the will to die.

This girl hated life and Lorenzio would be damned if he was about to give her the satisfaction of death after all the insult she blessed him with.

She also relished in the feel of pain and torture. He knew because he caught her many times cutting her skin, his skin, because he owned her.

He could not give that to her. That little vixen had his hands tied. She was the first person to make him uncertain because doing things the way he always done it means playing the cards right into her hands.

He was never a man to do what was told of him. He hated that she had this planned out and that she expected him to grant her the gift of death.

He was certain now.

He will make her live to the fullest. He will torture her by giving her what she wants mostly less of.

He was giving her life.

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VOSHÉLLISA'S P.O.V

This man annoys me. I thought all he knew was war and punishment and death. Yet he tries to read me and learn about me like a damn test subject.

I am placed in a room all by myself with white walls every where. The only furniture is a plastic pumped up mattress covered in white sheets.

It's as if he is trying to put me through therapy with all these white images. It wont work though, because my mind and emotions are tainted black.

Pitch black.

Well not black as in to do evil things to other living people or animals but to myself. I have been infested with a deep feel of self loathing.

I have blamed myself for all my mishappenings even though I know full well that there was nothing I could have done about the situation.

Or maybe there was one thing.

YES!

There was one thing that I have done wrong in my life.

Born.

I should never have been born.

How did I even get to this miserable place? Sometimes everything feels like a distant memory. Almost as if nothing happened, it keeps slipping away as if I was always with them and I never knew a life before this.

Sometimes I forget how good life used to be before all this, I forget that I had a loving family and amazing friends.

The only thing I remember vividly was the day it all stopped. The day everything ended.

I still don't know why they decided to keep me because I have been a sassy little thing from the beginning. Fiery and hot tempered just like the red hair on my head, maybe thats why my friends used to call me ginger.

Ginger was harsh but ginger was also good for you, it was medicinal and had all good components. I am still harsh but I don't think it's safe to call me ginger anymore. There are no good components left in me.

I have single-handedly experienced the worst of what life had to offer and I had also experienced a good life.

Therefore, maybe, just maybe......

It's my time to die.

What is left in this miserable world for me? I see nothing.

I don't think I want a life even if I have escaped this fate. I can't imagine having a family and friends ever again because the fear that I may lose them is too great.

I am too pessimistic and selfish to even think of having a family and friends. How can I even fall in love and how can a person love me??

How can I one day be the mother of a tiny little bundle of flesh that screams, cries, eats and mess themself??

I can't even care for myself how will I care for another life?

Well.

I have been way over my head with these thoughts. It's not as if I have any way of leaving this place at all and quite frankly I don't necessarily want to leave.

Not now that I am 18 years old and would have to basically fend for myself should I leave and try to live a regular low sustainance life.

I would need to get a J-j-j-job and rent a place, pay bills and- and- anddd-

Well that's already too much. Here I don't do anything at all. I might not always have Tv priviledges or own a cell phone but I sleep in a nice white room with a bouncy mattress which is cleaned every week. I also get 3 square meals a day and when I cry for period pains I get snacks between meals or sometimes a sweet gooey treat.

Actually, who am I to complain?

This might not be the best arrangement but it works out. I live in comfort at another man's expense.

When he desires me in bed then maybe my bill payment will be due but until then, I shall enjoy my stay.

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