Taken By The Mafia Lord

178 Die From Blue Balls

Victor’s body was on fire but cold sweat broke out on his forehead. This was the worst torture a man could be submitted to.

Mimi wouldn’t let go of him no matter how much he strived, and struggling was hugely detrimental on his side because that meant movement against his arousal. He was going to die from a blue ball! Wait a minute, has anyone died from a blue ball?

Victor closed his eyes and said a prayer. His mother had done her very best to steer them away from the family business and that involved making him attend church as a kid. So yeah, he knows his Bible well.

In a critical situation like this, the best solution was to train his mind and in turn, his mind would influence his body. His excitement was caused by the hormones sent from his brain, what if he shut down that central command?

So Victor subjected himself to recite the “Lord’s prayer” and tried not to focus on the feelings below. The mind controlled the body, it was time to cultivate his mind.

“For even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death....” He continued reciting.

Meanwhile...

Mimi surprisingly didn’t dream of a bullet piercing a man’s head or the mesh of blood on her face, this time, she saw herself as a kid walking around in a grassy, floral landscape populated by rabbits with bird calls audible in the background.

Suddenly, four different colored characters with screens on her stomach and antennas on their head appeared from a large semicircular door at a dome’s foot.

.....

“Teletubbies!” Her younger self screamed in excitement.

What the fuck!

Mimi, at least the older and responsible one, could recognize that she was surprisingly a little kid, however, she couldn’t control her reactions!

No wonder it was a dream.

She once loved the television series as a kid so she couldn’t understand why she was dreaming of it now?

Tell that to her younger self who already sprinted after the green, yellow, red, and purple Teletubbies. However, as soon as she grabbed Tinky Winky, the purple Teletubby, he disappeared only to appear in another location.

“Huh,” Younger Mimi stared down at her hand in wonder. Did he escape her? Hah! She was not giving up.

She went after Laa-Laa, the yellow one, but just like Tinky Winky, she vanished from her grasp and reappeared in a different location.

Mimi then made up her mind, fine, they wanted to play a game of chase, she was game!

So Mimi began to chase after the Teletubbies who didn’t fail to entertain her by running in different directions, almost teasing her. But Mimi was determined and in no time tackled Dipsy, the grumpy green Teletubby to the ground.

He was very, very strong but Mimi was stronger, “Heehee...” She laughed mischievously, “I’m never letting go of you!”

So she lay on the Teletubby with satisfied glee. It was a dream come true to have finally played with one of her favorite Teletubbies, the grin didn’t leave her face even as the fog surrounding her brain began to clear...

“Hmmm,” Mimi finally stirred from sleep. Her cheek was plastered firmly against something warm, firm yet fleshy at the same time. It felt good....

Wait a minute... did she just say fleshy?

Her eyes finally popped open and Mimi lifted her face to discover she was lying on Victor’s body.

She screamed as loud as a banshee and got off the bed in a hurry – but not without grabbing the pillow and began to hurl them at him

“What the fuck did you do to me?!” She accused him.

“Better question, what did I go through in your hand?!!” Victor said to her while avoiding the pillows she threw at him.

“Oh really?” Mimi threw her head back, laughing sarcastically, “Real convenient excuse to avoid being held accountable for trying to take advantage of me,”

At once, Victor’s face drained of all color, “You would seriously think that low of me?” He was hurt by her allegation.

Victor knew what he went through because of her. His price for such an unselfish bedtime is to spend several succeeding hours in stiff-legged waddling pain that wasn’t even rewarded.

If Victor wanted he could have relived himself by grinding her against his arousal till he was spent and she wouldn’t even know a thing. But he couldn’t do that, as much as he loved sex – like who doesn’t – Victor couldn’t violate a sleeping woman. That would be too low of him.

Yet this was what she thought of him, a pervert.

“Well, what do you want me to think? The last time we shared a bed, you groped my breast and now, I fell asleep in the sitting room only to find myself in your bedroom, lying in between your legs. Who would believe that shit, Victor? I told you from the beginning, I’m not one of your sluts!” Mimi fired at him.

There was a short tense anger and during that period, Victor’s expression was blank but from his body language, one could tell he was suppressing the fury inside of him.

“Well now, you’ve made your point, Saint Mary, you may now leave my room and my life!” Victor commanded through gritted teeth.

“Gladly!” Mimi retorted, storming out of his room in a rage. Who does he think he is?! If he had admitted his mistake, she would have buried the matter but he was so arrogant and self-righteous! He might as well go to hell! She doesn’t care!

On the bright side, since Victor wanted her out of his life, that means their contract doesn’t stand anymore, she sure hoped Marvel acknowledged that this arrangement can’t work out and set her free. It was a mistake coming to know him in the first place, her only concern being Arianna.

Mimi turned away from the mansion in fury and didn’t wait at the usual spot her contractual driver comes to pick her up each time she comes to the base. It was almost evening which meant she had spent a long time sleeping.

Mimi wanted to trek a bit and blow off some steam and didn’t notice the van trailing her. It wasn’t until the last minute when it crossed her with two men simultaneously stepping out of it that she realized she was in danger.

But before Mimi could scream for help, she was captured, her phone slipping from her hand and falling to the ground.