The car was driving for hours and Ale thought it would never end but suddenly the car finally stopped and the bag was pulled off her head. There sat a cute guy with a sentence written in polish on his lower arm. "Boże chroń moje życie i zachowaj moją duszę." (God protect my life and preserve my soul.) Was written on his arm. Ale muttered the sentence in English thinking the guy didn't hear but he did. "What the fuck did you just say?" he asked in a scary tone. Ale stayed silent but that only made the man shout, "BITCH WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY! MY TATTOO IS IN POLISH AND YOU ARE AMERICAN SO ANSWER ME HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?" Aleksandra started to cry and said, "I'm from Poland sir. I just came here yesterday for my birthday." The guy stepped out of the car and was walking in the direction of a very tall figure and since it was night Aleksandra could not see.
It had been a long time since the guy had left Ale in the car and she was starting to fall asleep when the door was opened by someone. " Get up suka!" said the guy who was shouting at her before he left. Ale stepped out and bumped into something very hard and fell over on her butt. "Holy fuck did I just bump into a fucking wall?" Thought Aleksandra as she looked up to see a handsome yet satanic-looking man staring down at her like she was an ant. As Aleksandra shook in fear she thought, "This guy is Satan himself,". The guy stood there silently, gazing at her intensely. They say that eyes are the mirror of your soul but this man's soul was cold and dead. His eyes were demonic yet mesmerizing but he was super handsome, his hair was neatly gelled back, and he was as tall as slender man himself. He wasn't too muscular but he was super sexy in his black suit and the jacket was clinging to his arms neatly. The guy's personality screamed power. "Get up," he said as he took a step backward to make room for Aleksandra. Aleksandra struggled to stand up even though the nine-inch heels that she was wearing weren't making it easy for her. The man kept on staring at her up and down while Ale quivered in fear. Finally, the guy turned on his heel and said while leaving, "Portala Dentro, Nick." ( Bring her in, Nick.) "Um can I ask you just two questions?" asked Aleksandra. Nick rolled his eyes and said, "Ask me five questions and then leave me alone." "I said two but if you insist. First of all, why do you look like the guy that just left? How do you know how to speak polish? Who was that man who was here with us? Can I leave anytime soon? And why was I even bought like an item?" she asked. "Mateo is my brother and I'm his second in command. I don't speak polish, the sentence on my arm was the same one my mom had on before she died and she told me what it meant. As I said he is my brother and the man that is the one who bought you, his name is Mateo Martino, he is the mob boss of the Sicilian mafia. And no you are going to be here forever until you die because you are now a sex slave." The thought of her being a sex slave invaded her mind as she was pushed into a room. "This is gonna be your room suka, and it will be best to tell Martino that you're from Poland because he has a lot of enemies there and he might think that you are a spy from the rival mafia that is there and then he might blow your brains out," Nick said then slammed the door scaring Ale into oblivion. The room was small and painted in blood red paint, the curtains were white and the bed was neatly spread with a blue silk sheet. In front of the bed Ale spotted a bag with a piece of clothes poking out. In the bag were a very short revealing dress and nine-inch heels. "No, this guy has got to be kidding me. How I forgot he thinks I'm a virgin prostitute." Said Ale to herself. She pulled on the dress and immediately felt uncomfortable. Her back was exposed and her breast was double pumped up by the cuffs of the dress. She bent over to put on the heels and her underwear was fully exposed. "Oh my fucking god! My fucking butt is saying glory hallelujah to the world." Ale ranted. She walked over to a mirror to look at herself and she was disappointed. Her face was filled with makeup and her lips were stained with red lipstick. Her hair was wild like sex hair but minus the sex. Aleksandra started to search franticly for a brush until she finally found one and brushed all the tangles out of her messy hair. "I'm gonna make this mob guy's life a living hell just watch me," She whispered to herself as she stepped into the bathroom. Ale grabbed a hammer that was in a little corner and started to break everything in sight. A guy came running in and Ale kicked him in the crotches and ran like there was no tomorrow. She was about to bend a corner when someone dragged her hair and caused her to fall over, Ale opened her eyes only to see Mateo staring at her with rage. Ale giggled to lighten the tension but unfortunately, Mateo wasn't finding anything funny and so he punched her and knocked her out cold.