Ughh! One more freaking tiring day" Samara thought to herself.

Samara is a 16 year old teen. Her father died when she was 5 and her mother, allina, is an alcoholic. Samara worked as a waitress in a restaurant just 5 minutes away from her apartment. She was a very smart girl and received many awards in school. Her mother had no care in the world for her amd often left her alone for days without food or money and samara had to care for herself ever since she was 5.

As she walked down the lonely road, she heard a faint noise from down an alley way. She brushed it off and thought that it was just some homeless person messing around in dumpsters. She walked passed the alley and decided to look down the pathway. To her horror, she saw three men disposing human body part into a dumpster. She couldn't control herself and she screamed and tried to run. She was shocked and by the time she could take one step, she felt hands holding her shoulders tightly.

A man in an all black outfit that seemed like the boss stepped forward and stared down into her eyes. He was about 6 feet tall and had deep blue eyes. He had light skin and curly, black hair. He looked like we worked out every day due to his muscular form.

"Now what do we have here?"

Samara was still in shock and couldn't even mutter a word.

"Speak up or you would join that mother fucker in that dumpster."

" I-I- um I was just walking home I swear I won't tell anyone just let me go" samara said in a very shaking, timid voice.

" I've heard that about a million times and you know what? They all snitched and ended up dead" he laughed.

"Ahhh a very beautiful girl I see"

"Take her and make sure no one else is around"

"Yes boss"

One of the guards pulled a white handkerchief out of a black bag and placed it over samara's mouth and nose.

She kicked and screamed but to her avail, she was out cold, cold as an ice.

They placed her unconscious body in a black van and drove off .

SNEAK PEAK OF CHAPTER TWO

I woke up feeling like a complete mess. The room felt as hot as an oven and my head hurt. I was weak and could hardly open my eyes or even worst, move.

I layed there for what it seemed like 10 minutes. I tried to move my hands but felt this burning, sensation around them. Was I CHAINED?!! I managed to open my eyes but my vision was blurry. I could hardly freaking see! What the **** is this?  I growned in arrogant pain as I tried to move my feet.

" finally this bitch is awake"

I turned to where the voice was coming from and saw him. The same man I saw in the alley with the other two guys that seemed like guards.

" I thought I'd have to roast the **** out of you  before you'd get up"

He got up and pressed some buttons on a white box thing on the wall. I figured that that was the temperature control. I looked around the room and to my surprise, it looked luxurious. Who is this man? Is he, rich?

He walked over to me and started to stoke my hair.

" you are cute, you know that?" He smirked

I turned my head to the next direction to avoid looking at him.

"Why are you doing this? I am not going to tell anyone I promise, just let me go please" i cried

"Shut up"

Samara POV

I woke up feeling like a complete mess. The room felt as hot as an oven and my head hurt. I was weak and could hardly open my eyes or even worst, move.

I layed there for what it seemed like 10 minutes. I tried to move my hands but felt this burning, sensation around them. Was I CHAINED?!! I managed to open my eyes but my vision was blurry. I could hardly freaking see! What the **** is this?  I growned in arrogant pain as I tried to move my feet.

" finally this bitch is awake"

I turned to where the voice was coming from and saw him. The same man I saw in the alley with the other two guys that seemed like guards.

" I thought I'd have to roast the **** out of you  before you'd get up"

He got up and pressed some buttons on a white box thing on the wall. I figured that that was the temperature control. I looked around the room and to my surprise, it looked luxurious. Who is this man? Is he, rich?

He walked over to me and started to stoke my hair.

" you are cute, you know that?" He smirked

I turned my head to the next direction to avoid looking at him.

"Why are you doing this? I am not going to tell anyone I promise, just let me go please" i cried

"Shut up"

"You know nothing about me, the police is going to find you if you keep me here. My mom and dad is a police officer and they'll track you and lock you up in prison." I said, scared to death.

He stood up and grabbed some documents off a table.

"Samara Smith. 16 years old. Born on September 19, 2003. Parents, sam smith and allie smith. Father dead, mother still alive but is an alcoholic, has no siblings or near family members." He sat back on the chair and leaned over,  " do you want me to continue?"

I layed there stunned. How could he know all this about me? Who is he?

" now am going to release your hands and feet, if you try to escape, am going to torture you to death, you hear me?" He sad with a serious look on his face.

I didn't realise that I was ***** until I sat up on the seemingly comfortable bed. As I realised, I grabbed a hold of the aqua green and white sheet and covered myself.

"Hahahaha don't even bother"

He then started to unzip his pants.

" what are you doing?"

"Don't you see that I'm going to **** you?"

" no wait what? No, no, no please don't"

"I'm a ******"

"Makes me want to do it even more"

"Wait no please"

As he was taking off his clothes and I couldn't help but to notice how sexy he was. What the hell? Am I really saying this now? He's about to freaking rape me. I couldn't help but glanced at his Male part. What the ****? That thing is huge! I'm going to die, I swear.

He must of seen the look on my face and smirked.

"Surprised?"

He grabbed my hands and came on top of me. I started to scream as he tried to kiss me.

" the room is sound proof, no need if your crowing. If you don't stop resisting, I'm going to chain you up again. "

"Please just stop, I'm only 16"

He ignored my plea and put the chains on my hands again. He started kissing me from my neck and slowly went down. I felt a wave of electricity run through my body as he reached my my stomach. Was this how my virginity is going to be taken? God please make this quick, please.

I could feel when he placed a finger into me. It went in so easily, am I wet? Why is my body deceiving me? I don't want this, I don't. "

He went on stroking as tears fell down my now burning cheeks. He is so aggressive, this hurt a lot. He suddenly stopped but I didn't know why. Oh my, has he finally felt sorry for me? Is this going to stop? All my Hope's went down as he came back on top of me. I stared into his deep blue eyes, tears in mine, as I felt something touching my vagina. It was forcing it's way into me. It hurt, a lot.

"Stop!" I yelled

"Please stop!"

The only thing I remember about that night was telling him to stop. I must have passed out or something. I knew he continued because of the dreadful pain I'm feeling. Its official, my innocence is gone. I now have nothing left to protect, I'm worthless.

Third person POV

Samara layed there crying. Her eyes were red as blood and was burning like a rage of fire. She kept on disregarding herself over and over again.  As he walked in the room, a frisson of fear swept over her body. "What's he going to do now?", she questioned herself.

Samara turned to the other side of the bed, trying to avoid seeing his face.

"You better turn back around and eat this."

In feat of him doing something harmful to her, she turned around to face him, avoiding eye contact. He had a trey on a rather funny looking cart. On the tray was a cup of black coffee, milk, sugar, a plate of macaroni and cheese, some aspirins and a glass of orange juice. "How the hell did he know I liked these?" "Does he- care for me?" She obscure the thought and sat up.

Her hands trembled as she took the fork.

"Hurry up and eat. I don't want my slave looking skinny and malnourished" he said with a smirk.

"So he's now treating me like a slave? What a very selfish and  disgusting man he is" she thought to herself.

She ate all her food and took the aspiring. She felt much better than how she felt before. The mafia boss (sora) then turned and left the room. Her feet were still chained and she couldn't go far from the bed. She got up and took some steps back and forth to ease the pain and tension in her legs.

Sora came back into the room with a mini closet of clothes. "Eww" she thought to herself. She wasn't the kind of girl that liked girly things or certain type of "exposing" clothing and that was exactly what he brought. He saw the disgusted look on her face amd laughed.

"You are mine now so wear anything I tell you to"  "choose a outfit, the maids will be here to attend to you. I'll loose the the chains, and think of trying to escape because you can't go anywhere."

She looked at the clothes hanging from the mini closet and sighed. She looked for something "not too revealing" but found nothing. She heard the door opened and saw a woman dressed in pink and white maid clothing.

"Hello miss samara, I'm Angelina. Boss sent me here to give you bath and choose a clothing for you since you can't decide your mind."

"And how did he know that?"

"Maybe you can try these", she said trying to avoid the question.

The maid took up a aqua green shorts and a aqua green top that was rather too short for her.

"I don't want that" samara said.

"That's the one boss chose for you miss samara "

"Ughhh fine" she said reluctantly

"Please go into the bathroom miss, its time for your bath."

Samara started to walk towards the bathroom when she saw Angelina following her.

"Why are you following me?"

"To give you a bath"

"I can bathe myself, I don't need your help"

"But the boss-"

"I said don't your fucking help" samara screamed.

"Oh, um okay"

Angelina went out of the room looking devastated and embarrassed.

"Why did she treat me like that?" She said to herself.