Our Lady in Black
British Man to Older Italian Mafia Boss Woman TG Jack's lips squirmed, his built young male body sweating and sticking to the simple black dress he had been somehow fitted into. "I'm a nobody, come on, let me go!" He said with clear little confidence. The two well-dressed henchmen looked between each other with an equal lack of confidence, but then shrugged. One of them checked their watch and motioned to leave. The door slammed a moment later as he was left alone with fading light. "I'm just a day tourist. Let me go!" He screamed half-sobbing. He was told Sicily is a beautiful place where if you don't go looking for trouble you won't find it. He felt bad even telling a white lie, but somehow, sometime, he had offended these people. Were they going to bury him alive? Oh god, the dress. They dressed him up like a woman. This was like some kind of a rape ritual? They were going back with the whole gang to... no.. no no no. He fought th