Mariah (Catherine)
The sun is glaring down at me as I make my way towards the daycare center a few blocks from my home. As I step through the front gate my small bundle of joy comes running up to me and throws his arms around me.
“Mommy!”
“Hi my love! How has your day been?” I crouch down and take him into my arms to give him a tight hug.
“Jason ruined my painting.” He pouts at me. His brilliant blue eyes are filled with mock sadness. His eyes are the only thing he got from me. The rest is a copy of his father. His dark hair, his tanned skin and his lean and tall build. Okay that his tall build can come from me as well, seeing that I am tallMariah (Catherine)Me and Leonnie were sitting on the park bench in the shadows watching our boys play. The three of them are thick as thieves and most times everything goes smoothly. That is until Nick decided that he wants to be in charge instead of William. William is the oldest at six years old and his brother Harold is four like Nick. They all attend the same daycare and that’s how Leonnie and I met and became friends.Leonnie, short for Leonore, is my only friend. I don't dare to have too many relationships, It would be too painful for both me and them if I ever need to pack up and leave. Not that I have had to do that for over three years now. The chance of Alessio finding me will forever be there. I know that Alessio didn’t die in that car crash. I read the news articles that followed. How he was critical
Mariah (Catherine)“Mariah!” Mr. Gong’s whiney voice calls from the end of the aisle. I sigh and clench my jaw. Today has been a real Mariah day. Mr. Gong seems to never get enough of calling my name. I scold my face into a pleasant smile and turn towards him.“Yes, Mr. Gong?” He is looking at me with a frown on his wrinkly face.“I thought I told you to move the Mr. Clean to the corner shelf so more customers will see it. It is on sale!” As if I don’t already know this.“Yes you did. But before that you told me to arrange the toilet paper after a customer knocked the shelf down, then to mop up a broken jar in aisle three and then to clean up this shelf.” I keep my smile polite and sweet as I tell him of all the extra chores he has given me today. His frown deepens.“Then why haven’t you done all that?” I close my eyes and count backwards from ten.“I have arranged the toilet paper and cleaned up in aisle three. Right now I’m cleaning up on the shelf to make it look presentable, as I’
Mariah (Catherine) My head hurts. My back hurts. My feet hurt. Everything hurts and I am tired as hell. And because of this Nick has cried, nagged, refused to walk and thrown three tantrums, THREE, on the way home from the daycare. The walk is barely twenty minutes and still he managed to squeeze in three. Nothing I do is right. I collected his backpack after asking him to do it two times but no, he wanted to get it himself! I said that we would eat pasta carbonara, but the only thing he eats today is pizza. And then the rock he was kicking flew out on the street and I forbade him to get it. Sometimes I just wished I had someone to share the load with. Someone who could get him from daycare, play with him, get him ready for bed and all that. The door slams shut behind me and I sigh. At least I got us home in one piece. N
Mariah (Catherine)It’s been a few hectic days. Mr. Gong keeps bothering me at work. Michel tries to help me out but he always get sent away when Mr. Gong notices. I have no idea why he has it out for me. I can’t remember that I have ever done anything to offend him. Except that time I rejected him when he asked me out to dinner. But honestly, I reject all dinner dates. Except this one. Okay, it’s not really a dinner date. It is a playdate with Michel and his kids.Sally is six years old and Tom is ten. Nick has been very hyped up all morning because he’s going to play with a big boy like Tom. He’s practically bouncing on the walk to the park. To be honest I’m a little giddy myself. This is my first date since I ran away and before Alessio, I never had that many dates either.
Mariah (Catherine)I’m so tired, again. Mr. Gong worked me like a slave, again. Do this, Mariah. Do that, Mariah. Fucking bastard. No wonder his wife is cheating on him. Who would ever want to be with a pathetic excuse of a man like Mr. Gong. I sigh as I kick off my shoes.“Wash your hands, Nick!” I call after my son as he runs into his room to play with his superman. So tired but the day still has several hours to pass before I get to sleep. First I need to cook. Then bathe Nick. Then put him to bed. Then the bathroom is in a big need of cleaning. Urgh! I’m too tired!I make my way to the kitchen while listen
Mariah (Catherine)When the alarm rings on my phone I shut it off with a tired groan. It feels like I didn’t sleep at all tonight. Everything felt wrong and scary and stressful. First the roses on my kitchen table and knowing that an unknown person has been in my apartment without aid or violence to my door. I thought about calling a locksmith to have the lock replaced, but the truth is, I can’t afford it.Then when I took my shower I couldn’t find my night t-shirt. It was not under my pillow where I always put it. It is always there except when I wash it. And my pillow had an unfamiliar but still familiar smell to it. It smelled like Alessio. I am sure of it. I will never forget his smell. But it was so faint and I can’t decide if it was my imagination or not. Still I c
Mariah (Catherine)I’m jerked awake in the middle of the night by my phone ringing. I fumble with it before I manage to grab it to look at the caller ID. Michel?“Hello? Michel? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?” At first there is silence on the other end of the phone. Then a deep voice speaks. A voice that doesn’t sound like Michel and the blood in my veins freeze to ice.“You will not meet Michel again.” Then the call hangs up. I stare at my phone for a full minute. Then I call him back. The call picks up but I hear some fumbling, a thump and a curse before Michel’s voice comes through.“Yeah?” He sounds groggy and tired.“Michel? Are you okay? You just called me.” I bite the nail on my thumb as I wait for his answer.“Eh. What?”“You called me.” He’s silent for a while before speaking again.“No. I don’t think so at least. I was sound asleep until you called me.” I take a deep breath and release it slowly. I give him a shaky chuckle.“I must have dreamt a very realist
Mariah (Catherine)When we came home from Leonnie there was a large vase of roses on the kitchen table again. This time Nick saw them and he fell in love, so I can’t throw them out.“They are so beautiful, mommy! Who gave them to you?” His small fingers carefully touch the soft petals.“Maybe it was Michel.” I say with a strained smile. I know for sure that it isn’t Michel. These are too expensive for him to have bought.“I like Michel. I like Tom and Sally. They are nice. Tom has a playstation.” Nick jumps down from the chair. “Can I have a playstation?” I laugh and usher him to the bathroom to wash his hands.
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