Trapped in Love Reply to the Revenge of the Mafia

Unaltered

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Zion lowered her head with a sweaty hair drenching her forehead. His eyes began to grow and tears began to pour out. He had just seen a scene of torture in front of his eyes, a scene he might not forget at any moment.

The beheaded man's head rolled against his feet. He screamed hysterically in fear. His whole body felt like it was being cut into pieces.

Zoalva walked slowly towards Zion who was looking down while crying. Zoalva smiled satisfiedly at how frightened this girl was.

"Heiiiiiii," Zoalva raised the girl's chin. "Why are you crying?" He wiped Zion's tears. "Are you scared?" ask her with a wry smile.

zion did not answer. The tears that fell on her beautiful cheeks indicated that she was not only afraid but had also committed herself to death.

"Calm down" he said. "I'm not gonna kill you like I did. But I'm gonna kill you slowly" he stroked Zion's smooth cheek. "Hem, it turns out you're pretty too when you look around, too" she whispered, nibbling and biting the girl's ear. Zion closed her eyes while holding back fear. "Do you want me to make a sigh under me?"

Zoalva took his hand off Zion's face. He stared at Zion from toe to toe. Not bad, young and beautiful. But Zoalva is not interested at all. Yeah, maybe he'll make Zion his love slave.

"Robin," he called

"Yes Sir?" Robin approached and was always ready to carry out his master's orders.

"Give her a fairy, and find her a pretty party dress, make sure it doesn't open" Zoalva said.

"Okay sir," Robin bowed respectfully and directly carried out Zoalva's orders.

Zoalva untied the rope in Zion's hand. He's gonna take this girl to the party. Goods can be auctioned and made into money.

"Go take a shower, clean yourself up" he said coldly.

Zion nodded while wiping her tears. He's following Zoalva. Right now, he could do nothing more even to fight even if he was unable to. That feeling of fear permeated his soul violently. I don't know, maybe after this he could have been traumatized and scared.

Zoalva opened the door of a room. "Hand, there will come a fairy to dress you," he said.

Zion still nodded. The girl was mute and unable to make any sound. Maybe the incident was still in his head.

Zion went into the room and sat on her lips while closing her eyes and breathing deeply. His hands stretched out to press against his chest, as the heart was still beating rapidly.

"Maybe after this death will pick me up slowly. I just wanted to ask for one thing, I wanted to meet Dad again to say goodbye," he told himself.

Zion removed the clothes attached to her body slowly. A few lashes were seen on the girl's back. It was a torture he received daily from his father.

He walked into the bathroom without a thread on his body. His hands folded his body.

The girl was crying under the shower while contemplating her unfortunate fate. Apart from the entrapment of the father, now he even goes to the prison of a Mafia. Which makes her entangled and not girls everywhere.

The girl who usually displayed her cheerful smile, now looked fragile with a blank look.

After finishing the bath, the girl immediately came out and looked at her reflection in front of the makeup mirror. Some parts of his body look bruised and sore. The wound is rarely treated.

"Awwwwww," Zion cringed in pain. "Ck, why is it so sick?" his gerrick.

Cekreeeeeeeeeeekkkkk

Zoalva went into Zion's room. He was silent in his place watching Zion's red-scattered back. He had never hurt the girl sadistically but why was there a trace of lash on her back?

"Master," Zion turned around. The girl took a blanket over her body.

"Who did it?" ask coldly

Zion shakes. "Nobody" Zion. Does he need to tell you how hard he's been living with Zoalva? That guy still won't let go of her.

"Do I need to find out and then I'll eliminate the people who did it?" he said looking into Zion's eyeballs.

Zion immediately wowed. What does this man mean? What does it matter if Zion's hurt? Wouldn't Zoalva still hurt that girl.

"What do you mean?" Zion tightened the blanket on her body. Unfortunately, he did not wear clothes because he himself did not know what clothes to wear.

Zoalva approached and pulled the girl's blanket until Zion only appeared with a towel limited to the chest.

"Master," Zion was shocked while protecting her chest.

Zoalva sneered cunningly. His hand pulled Zion's waist until it stuck to her chest.

Zion's surprised. "Master," his hand held Zoalva's chest.

"Why? You scared?" Zoalva slipped Zion's wet son's hair after shampooing.

The man inhaled the scent of the soap that Zion was wearing. Fragrant. Fragrant. It's in his sense of smell. So that makes her feel at home and want to linger to hug this girl.

But soon Zoalva realized, no. It will not be easy to fall in love with a woman. Especially that little girl.

Soon Zoalva removed his hand from Zion's waist.

"Wear your clothes," she said, throwing a dress over Zion's face.

Zion snatched the dress then nodded while looking down. Her face was already red blushing at the thought of the man caressing her. Zion quickly brushed off the impossible feeling. Don't let him get carried away by his own feelings because of Zoalva's attitude. The man was a demon incarnation that was not worthy of his good looks.

Zion wears the shirt that Zoalva gave her. The dress fit perfectly wrapped around her slender body.

"Again this dress on my body," she murmured as she fixed her slightly shifted dress.

Not long after came a gentleman. Don't forget the flirtatious style when entering Zion's room.

"Hi beautiful, please sit I will make you beautiful," he exclaimed as he opened a large bag containing his makeup equipment.

Zion nodded. Since that horrible incident, he has been quieter. He was still in shock and traumatized. So that his lips shut up let out a sound.

The woman immediately put on Zion's face.

"Wahh you're so pretty baby," she praised. "It's no wonder that Mr. Handsome likes you" he said, tidying up Zion's hair.

Zion replied with a nod without a word coming out of her lips.

"Nahhh is now done," said the woman so-japan it while saving her makeup tools.

"Thank you Uncle," Zion said as she stood up.

"Eittssss don't call me Uncle. Call me Aunty," while her hand pokes Zion's chin. "You're so pretty," she gesticulates herself looking at the beauty on Zion's face after being groomed by her.

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