here’s the first installment of @amonthofwhump’s Mafia Madness! I really hope to complete all of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I will able to since my senior trip this week. nonetheless, this series will be the prequel to my original story, The Devil’s Playground, and will include some characters from it. this first one is about Beth’s (from the first few chapters of my masterlist/Harper’s best friend and roommate) and Nate’s (character I haven’t introduced yet, but another whumpee of Dark) parents, and Ida’s father (the main boss of the Jaguars, the gang Dark works for). hope you all enjoy!
CW: child abuse, modern slavery, minor whumpees (16 and 17 y.o.), degradation, implied torture, mention of rape, death threats, waterboarding, shoe kissing, defiant whumpee
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The silk covered hand lifted up to the young girl’s face, brushing away a strand of her platinum blonde hair and tucking it behind her ear. She saw herself in the mirror and smiled, admiring her carefully constructed face. If her mother was here, she would say the same thing she always said; “You look liked me before the wrinkles.” Then her father would make a comment saying she always had wrinkles, or something or other.
Maybe that’s why their marriage never worked out.
Not one to dwell on the past, the girl got up from her chair in front of her vanity and threw on the fur coat hanging on the wall. It was from the skin of a blank panther, expensive, but can help her remain undetected on her date.
A rock then bounced off her window, making the young girl turn around. Speak of the devil.
Once she opened up the latch, sure enough, the young slave boy whom her father owned was waiting for her down below. The boy waved brightly, making the girl return the favor before she went back inside and grabbed the chest underneath her bed. Inside, there was a bundle of woven rope with a latch on one end, which she attached to the wall next to her. Carefully, as to not fall three stories down and die, the young girl made her way down the mansion.
“Ida,” the young boy breathed once she got done, running up to hug her.
“Harold,” she whispered, a smile on her face.
“You look beautiful,” he said as he grabbed her hand, and the two began running across the courtyard.
“Thank you, where are we going?” Ida asked, looking behind her in case anyone could see them and alert her father.
Harold led her behind the large pool house, to the gazebo located about two hundred feet away from it. The location was perfect, it was hidden behind some large trees and hedges, and already far enough from the mansion’s view.
Captured Captain America was tortured - drug, brainwash, hang, electrify, waterboarding, beaten, and sound attack. Even Cap’s heroic mind and super-human body could not resist combination of inhumane tortures any more.
