Catherine I jerk awake from my restless sleep at the sound of a door opening. Seconds later the light is turned on. I blink against the bright light. In front of me is a gray concrete wall. It is cold and damp and I can see the small traces of mold in the corner and the uneven pattern of rusty red across the wall and floor. I lay completely still unable to move. My body is wound tightly into a small ball of worthless human flesh. Slow steps sound from above my head. I try to move my head but the terror is still holding my body frozen. The only movement is the tremors from my fear and the chill from the cold damp ground. A warm hand touches my cheek and I whimper. My eyes fill with tears making the dull gray wall blur. “Shh. It is alright. You are done now.” His deep voice and soft spoken words have me taking a deep shaky breath. He moves his hands down, along my arm to my wrist. The metal jingles as he unlocks the cuffs from me and they hit the floor with a high clank. He helps me
CatherineAt eight thirty there was a knock on the doorframe of my temporary office. In the doorway stands a man in his late forties or early fifties. What little remains of his dark hair is peppered with gray. He has a bushy beard in his tan and wrinkly face. His dark chocolate eyes are shining with a deep happiness. This man has a good life and he cherishes it.“Good morning, Dr. Ross. My name is Jacob Lucas. I am the construction manager. Mr. Peccati said you had a job for me and my guys.” He gives me a radiant smile and I smile back at him.“Yes. Indeed I have! More or less the whole clinic needs fixing. But the operating theater is in dire need. I want it done before I have to use it again.” I walk towards him and he steps away from the door to let me by. We go through the room I plan for staff to prepare in. “This room will be a prep room for staff so it has to be all tiles and a large sink with several taps along that wall. On this side I want cupboards built to store clean scr
CatherineI don’t manage to eat even a bite more of my meal. The uneasy feeling in my stomach that comes with the knowledge that I’m going to spend time with Mr. Peccati has any hunger quickly dissipating. When Mr. Peccati is done eating, we rise and leave. I am thankful that Pierto is following silently behind me as I follow behind Mr. Peccati.When we reach the hospital wing Mr. Peccati turns to the doors on the opposite side of the corridore. There are four in total. He opens the first one and motions for me to enter. I do and he steps in behind me and closes the door. My whole body goes rigid but I try to act indifferent and move towards the windows.The room is large and could easily hold two to four patients depending on how many beds we need. The
AlessioI feel content and pleased about my tour with Dr. Ross. Who would have thought such an independent and tough woman would interest me this much. I like my women to be submissive and obedient. To do as told and fall on their backs with their legs spread when I look at them.Most women do. Even those who are not naturally submissive fall into the role when I instruct them to. But not Catherine Ross. She defies me and talks back and acts like she has more courage than she actually has. But I see the fear shining in her innocent blue eyes.Innocent. All of her is innocent. I don’t believe her to be a virgin. A woman as tantalizing and beautiful like her would not be in her early thirties and still be a virgin. But still. There is something about her. The wi
CatherineDr. Davies has been MIA the whole day. I have no idea where he has gone or what he might be doing. Not that I care that much. It feels like it’s easier to do my work without him sulking in the background. Right now I am emptying the first examination room to make room for new cupboards and all equipment.Lugio has already been here to take measurements of the room and is now working on a skiss. He has been sitting in my temporary office since Dr. Davies’ office is such a mess. For the time being me and Pierto are moving everything into the personnel preparing room. When that’s done a few youngsters are coming in to clean and paint the new storage room.On my way back for another load of things I see an older man in the reception are
AlessioI curse the polaks. I curse the chinese. Why the fuck are they trying to run behind my back doing small time businesses and petty crimes. They bring bad fortune to us all by getting caught in the generall areas. Now they are swamped with small-time cops trying to get ahead.I was supposed to meet with De’shaun to discuss the next shipment and their use of our turf when pimping, but the restaurant had at least six cops eating burgers and fries. When De’shaun walked in I had to wave him off like an errand boy. Thank God we have a good working relationship so he might not take offense. And then one of the pigs decided to show off his big balls and sit down with me.“So. What’s a hot shot like you doing in a dump like this, Mr. Peccati?&r
CatherineWhen I actually wish to see Mr. Peccati, he's not there! At least I can say that today's dinner was the most entertaining I have had since I came here. Franco is a fun guy and he loves to tell jokes and entertain. I heard stories about his, Nino’s and Mr. Peccati’s childhood and all the nuisance they used to cause their mothers.“And then Alessio came through the sidedoor, drenched in mud and Mrs. Peccati almost fainted.” I cover my mouth to keep the food from spraying all over the table as I laugh to the end of his story. Franco grins and throws an olive into his mouth and chews loudly.“Won’t Mr. Peccati be angry that you share stories about him like this?” I ask once the laughter dies down.
Catherine When the alarm rings on my bedside table I groan loudly. I fell asleep way too late yesterday and now I’m too tired to get up. Had I been at home I would just have slept in and choosen to eat a müsliebar instead. I’m not sure if Mr. Peccati will allow me to do that so I better get up and get ready. Pierto is waiting outside as usual when I’m exiting my room. I greet him with a mumbled good morning and then we walk to the dining hall, me in front and him following behind like my constant shadow. We are earlier than Mr. Peccati and Franco but the time is already five to eight so they should arrive any second. As I’m filling my plate a low, husky voice sounds close to my ear.
CatherineLife pretty much fell into some kind of regularity after that. I went back to working in the clinic, which had been closed during my absence. All the people were really happy to have me back and in the first few weeks they showed up at the clinic with small and often made up medical conditions. I was sad to see a few of my more regular patients from before had passed away. Of course I wasn’t that surprised about it seeing what their medical condition and age was when I left, but I felt sad that I wasn’t there to take care of them during their last days. There are also a lot of new small patients, among them an adorable daughter to the troublemaker George. He is now an enforcer for Alessio.I found out that my own mother passed away a few months after I ran away. Alessio arranged for a beautiful funeral
CatherineLate in the evening, after Nick is asleep, me, Alessio, Franco and Nino meet up in mine and Alessio’s room. I know what will be discussed and I plan on putting a stop to their plans. I sit with arms and legs crossed on a stuffed armchair and glare at the three men in front of me.“No!”“You don’t really have a say in this, tesoro.” Alesso frowns at me with his own arms crossed over his chest. “I am the one in charge here.”“It is my body!” I stand up and point at myself. “I am in charge of my own body!&rd
CatherineAfter they are done with their aftercare of me, Alessio tells me that my punishment is over. He has brought a robe which he wraps me in and then he carries me back to our room instead of leaving me down in the dungeon. When we pass through the corridor on his private wing I see little letters on a door next to ours.NicholasI reach out a hand and Alessio stops to allow me to touch the letters.“He is already asleep. He has missed you a lot these past few days but he has been so brave and strong. You raised a good little boy.” Alessio murmurs against my hair. I nod my head since my voice won’t be useful for speaking. “You can meet him tomorrow. He will likely want
CatherineI honestly don’t know how many days have passed since I came here. Alessio, Nino and Franco comes and takes me to the “torture” room on a regular basis. Nino and Franco even come alone from time to time. Sometimes they let me rest in between in my “bedroom” and other times they leave me strapped on one of the contraptions only to check in and fuck me before leving me again. It feels strange that Franco and Nino can use me without Alessio’s presence but at least I am thankful that Alessio hasn’t let anyone else use me.Right now I am strapped in a sex swing, dripping of Franco’s cum. He was by a short while ago, fucking me like no tomorrow. I came. Of course, I came. I always cum. I truly am sick in my head with how much I enjoy this. At least I don’t panic every
AlessioShe refuses to agree to stay with me. She is ready to run once again if a chance appears. How do I change her feelings about being here?‘If you give me a reason to stay. If you let me live a life worth living.’Any life where she is with me is worth living. All I need is her, and of course Nicholas.‘No abuse. No rape.’How can she classify this as rape? As abuse? She absolutely loves it. She loves the pain and she definitely loves my cock.I drag my hand through my hair as I stare blankly down at all the tools in front of me. My ang
CatherineAre you ready? No! I don’t think I am. How can I be ready for whatever sick torment he has planned? He turns towards the table filled with tools of both pleasure and pain. Whips, switches, paddles, dildos, butt plugs, clamps and so much more. Every little thing he loves to use on me to make me scream, cry and beg for mercy and release. He takes his time as he gently touches the tools one after the other until he picks up a large hunting knife. The blood in my veins freeze to ice as I look at the deadly weapon in his hand.“Aah. Such fond memories.” He steps close to me and holds the knife in front of my face so I can see it better. “Do you remember, Catherine? Do you remember the first time I had you hanging from the ceiling here in the dungeon
CatherineI can’t keep the shiver away as his words register in my head. Time for the punishment! A punishment I will most certainly hate but at the same time love. I had hoped to stall the punishment. Maybe behave exemplary to make sure that the punishment wouldn’t end up too harsh. Too bad I panicked and tried to run. What makes it even worse is the fact that I knocked Alessio in the face with the back of my head and split his lip. He has cleaned off the blood now, but the scab on the lip and swelling is still very visible.He steps towards me and I flinch back against the wall. I press my back so hard against the concrete as if I wished it could swallow me. And I wished it could. I wished it could take me away from here, mak
AlessioWhen I enter Nicholas’ room I am met with the loud cries of a frightened boy. Bianca is holding him in her arms as she rocks back and forth and sings softly in italian. Her eyes lift to meet mine as she hears the door close behind me. They are filled with anger and concern.“Mommy!” Nicholas cries out loudly and Bianca hushes him.“Mommy will be fine. A doctor is going to take a look at her.” I walk over to the couch they are sitting on. Nicholas notices me as I sit down next to them and I reach out my hand to stroke over his soft black hair.“Where is mommy?”“S
CatherineThe mansion looks and feels like it did all those years ago. It is still beautiful, luxurious and scary. It is a jail and will always be a jail for me. A place where I am not allowed to move around freely or leave when I feel like it. Every step I take further inside squeezes harder around my chest. It feels like I can’t breathe. Like I can’t move.Nick is running up ahead of me, excited about the big house, the beautiful furnishing and artwork. And the grand staircase. He touches the railing, runs up a few steps and jumps down again and does a roll on the soft carpet. I want to tell him that the carpet is dirty but my voice won’t work. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. And nothing comes in. I can’t breathe. The panic rises as I watch Alessio jump down the stairs together with Nick. No