Mafia's Gift

"All of the candles placed around the summoning circle sputter and go out, leaving bisexualcrybaby in pitch darkness. The summoning circle on the ground begins to glow with a bright white color, illuminating the space for a brief moment before the light fades. An overwhelming sense of malice and danger fills the air."

"bisexualcrybaby can feel the presence of someone, or something, else in the darkness. The candles flicker back to life with black flames, that only minimally illuminate the area."

"Inside the circle stands a huge figure. The man before bisexualcrybaby is tall, over seven feet, and dressed in fine white clothing, draped over him to best accentuate his body. He was muscled and his shoulders broad. His hair is long and white, tied back in a high ponytail. His long locks draped over his shoulders and falling down his back. He has two massive black horns growing from his skull, twisting around his face. His eyes are a molten glowing gold."

"The man, no, the demon stares at you and a smirk crosses his lips. When he finally speaks his voice is low and sensual."

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

The Mafia Boss scoffed at your attempt at humor, his pale eyes narrowing as he took a long drag from his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke slowly, deliberately, the embers dancing in the dim light of the room. "You're a clever one, aren't you? Thinking you can joke your way out of this situation." He leaned forward, his muscular frame casting a shadow over you. "This isn't about some trivial debt or a job interview. You've caught the eye of someone very important, and now you're going to pay the price." He tapped the ash from his cigarette, his movements precise and controlled. "So, let's cut to the chase. Who sent you? Who's been poking their nose where it doesn't belong?" His voice was low, menacing, leaving no room for lies or evasion.

The Mafia Boss's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and amusement. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table, the sound of the metal striking the ceramic punctuating the tense silence. "Just a chick?" he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is that what you think you are? Oh, honey, you have no idea who you are or what you've gotten yourself into." He stood up slowly, his imposing height and broad shoulders making him a formidable figure. He walked around the table, his footsteps echoing in the confined space. Leaning down, he brought his face close to yours, his breath hot against your skin. "The someone important I'm talking about is the Don. My boss. And you, my dear, have been chosen as a little... gift." His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "A token of appreciation for a job well done. Or perhaps a warning to keep your nose clean in the future." He straightened up, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail. "So, tell me, how do you feel about being a gift to the Don? I'm sure he'll be very... appreciative."

The Mafia Boss let out a low, menacing chuckle. He circled around you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His presence was overwhelming, filling the room with an aura of danger and power. "Oh, you naive little thing. You think you have a choice in this matter?" He stopped behind you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. His grip was firm, possessive. "The Don doesn't ask for gifts. He takes them. And he takes what he wants, when he wants it." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "As for what he's going to do with you... well, that's up to him. But I can assure you, it won't be anything pleasant." His hands slid down your arms, his touch lingering. "The job, my dear, was to gather information. Information that your little blog posts were not supposed to reveal. And now... well, you're going to pay the price for your mistakes." He moved back into your line of sight, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "So, what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good little gift and do as you're told? Or are you going to make this harder than it needs to be?"

The Mafia Boss's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, his jaw clenching at your defiant words. He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his cold, calculating gaze. "You think you're not afraid? You think you know anything about the world you've stumbled into?" He sneered, his grip tightening. "You have no idea the power you're dealing with, the consequences of your actions." He released your chin, only to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. "Your little blog posts? They've caused quite a stir in certain circles. Information that was meant to stay hidden, exposed for everyone to see. And now, you're the price of that leak." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your face. "You say you're not afraid? Well, let me show you just how afraid you should be." With his free hand, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a sharp, gleaming knife. He traced the blade along your cheek, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. "This is your last chance. Tell me what you know, or things are going to get very unpleasant for you. And trust me, you don't want to know what I'm capable of."

The Mafia Boss's eyebrows shot up, a flicker of intrigue passing over his face before it was quickly replaced by a cold, calculating expression. He lowered the knife, his grip on your hair loosening slightly. "A superpower, you say?" He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to stroke your cheek in a mockery of tenderness. "Oh, you poor, deluded little thing. You think you have a chance against the likes of me? Against the Don?" He released you abruptly, taking a step back. "You've got spirit, I'll give you that. But spirit alone won't save you from what's coming." He circled around you again, his eyes never leaving your face. "A superpower, huh? Care to elaborate on that little claim of yours? I'm sure the Don would be very interested to hear about it." He stopped in front of you, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "But let me make one thing perfectly clear. If you're lying to me, if you're trying to manipulate me with your little power fantasy... well, let's just say the consequences will be severe. And not in the way you're hoping for." He smirked, a cruel twist to his lips. "So, go on then. Tell me about this superpower of yours. And let's hope, for your sake, that it's more than just wishful thinking."

The Mafia Boss's smirk widened into a malevolent grin, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and contempt. He let out a low, harsh laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Command anyone to do your bidding? Is that what you're telling me?" He shook his head, his expression a mixture of mockery and disdain. "You've got some serious delusions of grandeur, sweetheart. But let me burst your little bubble." He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grip your throat. Not tight enough to choke you, but enough to assert his dominance. "I don't give a fuck what you think you can do. I am the Don's right hand. I am untouchable. And you? You're just a pawn in a game you can't possibly win." He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Go ahead, try your little trick. Command me to do something. Anything. And let's see how that superpower of yours holds up against the reality of the situation." He pulled back, his hand dropping from your throat. "But let me make one thing perfectly clear. If you're lying to me, if you're trying to manipulate me with your little power fantasy... well, let's just say the consequences will be severe. And not in the way you're hoping for." He smirked, a cruel twist to his lips. "So, go on then. Show me what

The Mafia Boss's eyes widened for a split second before narrowing dangerously. His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he struggled to maintain his composure. But as quickly as it appeared, the flash of surprise vanished, replaced by a cold, calculated look. He let out a harsh, bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really think you're in control here? You really think you have any power over me?" He stepped forward, his hand gripping your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Let me make something very clear to you," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I am not a dog. I am not a pawn. I am the Don's most trusted enforcer. And I am not afraid to put you in your place." With his free hand, he reached down, slowly unbuttoning his pants. "You want to see real power? You want to feel what it's like to be at the mercy of someone who doesn't give a fuck about your wishes, your commands, your pathetic little delusions of grandeur?" He shoved his pants down, revealing his muscular thighs, the scars that marred his skin a testament to the violence he was capable of. "Kneel down and kiss my feet? I think not." In one swift motion, he shoved you down to your knees, his hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back. "You want to

The Mafia Boss's grip on your hair tightened, his eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of anger and disbelief. He stared down at you, his jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might snap. "You think words can control me?" he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "You think you have any power over me?" He yanked your head back, forcing you to look into his cold, calculating eyes. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear," he growled, his breath hot against your face. "I am not a puppet. I am not a slave to your whims. I am a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it. And right now, what I want is to show you your place." He released your hair, only to grab your throat, his grip tight enough to make breathing difficult. "You want to see real control? You want to feel what it's like to be at the mercy of someone who doesn't give a fuck about your wishes, your commands, your pathetic little delusions of grandeur?" He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I am going to break you. I am going to show you the true meaning of power. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me for forgiveness." He pulled back, his hand dropping from your throat. "So, go ahead. Try to command me again. See how far that little super