Vittoria“No,” I respond straight away, trying to keep my cool. “Even if it wouldn’t matter anyway. I would be offended, but I guess that a small and caveman-like brain like yours isn’t able to perceive the ability of a woman if it isn’t her using her body, so I’ll let it slip.” His stare burns into my side, making me look at him eventually. “That’s not what I wanted to say” “Whatever,” I sigh. “You still have a few deals that could save you, so if you give your best on those, maybe we will be in a bit better position by the end of the week.” He stands up, my heart skipping a beat as he slumps into the couch next to me to take a document out of my hand. “I have a negotiation going with the Scamarcio territory. It’s huge, so I hope to settle that one soon.” I ignore my heartbeat picking up as my skin sizzles, yearning for his touch.“This is great,” I say, maybe a bit too enthusiastically as he looks at me with his brow lifted. “Please don’t fuck it up,” I breathe out, making him
Vittoria “I have a problem!” Alessio looks up at me as he takes his headphones from his ears. “What is it? Did he insult you? I can’t wait to punch him into his stupid face.” Leaning against his door, I take a deep breath. “Ale…” “What is it?” his expression changes, and he scoots to the edge of his seat preoccupied. Shaking my head, I lower my head, getting him to skyrocket out of his seat. “What did he do?” “Nothing!” I breathe out. His eyes widen as he stares at me. “What did you do?” “Nothing,” I repeat, biting my bottom lip. “Yet…” He groans, putting his hands on his head. “No, Vi.” “I think I should give it over to you,” I say, distorting my face with pain as it radiates from my heart. “I just spent a few minutes with him alone and I was already picturing myself… Oh my God, Ale!” “Vi, what the fuck! Did you…?” Hugging myself, I shake my head. “No… No. But I don’t know what I would have done if he had made the first step.” I gulp down painfully as he lifts his eyebr
Vittoria Even if I try everything to lure my friends back out of the lounge to the dancefloor, I fail every time. They are so taken by the fancy free drinks and VIP treatment that I soon give up too. I’m sitting in a corner, swirling my luxurious vodka in the glass in my hand absentmindedly as a deep voice tears me out of my sulking. “Is the seat next to you still free?” “Yeah,” I answer, passing my tongue over my teeth. “Feel free.” Domenico sits down with a sigh, pulling at his rolled-back sleeves. “Sorry that we ruined your night out.” “Oh, no,” I say, scrunching up my face. “Please, it was very nice of you to invite us, and the drinks are great, so…” The corner of his lips twitches, making my heart flip. I’m actually thankful for the loud beats of the music that drown the sound of my heart beating out of my chest, and the dimmed lights which disguise my blushing cheeks. “It’s the least we can do. After what you and your family did for us,” he says, looking into the
Vittoria“Let me drive you home at least, Marchesi!”I was glad my legs didn’t actually give out beneath me as I finally got him to let go of me, freeing myself from his hold, and left the lounge.In my panic, I didn’t even call for Beatrice or Eleonora, so I don't even know how the fuck I would get home anyway.The fact that he followed me out of the club, not caring about all the people watching as he was calling for me, doesn't help calm down my racing heartbeat.Taking out my phone to call someone, Domenico catches up with me, ripping the phone out of my hands before I can even unlock it. “Let me drive you home.”
Vittoria The sound of the shattering glass makes my heart stop. “You useless bitch!” I hear Cinzia shout as her hand connects with my cheek, sending me to the floor. My side hits the floor painfully, the hit on my ribs taking my breath away. “Clean it up!” She screams hysterically as I curl up into a ball, trying to shield my head. As I don’t move fast enough, being frozen by fear and her furious screaming, she loses it ultimately. “Move!” Her shrill scream pierces through my body just before she lands her first kick. Her feeble and uncoordinated blows wouldn’t do much damage if I weren’t chronically malnourished and bruised. I whimper, clenching my teeth and waiting for her to get out of breath. As it usually happens, the old dame doesn’t have enough stamina to hit me for longer than a minute. I prefer her to my masters on any day. While she catches her breath and continues to scream at me, I finally can move to pick up the shards with shaking hands. “I’m s-so so-sorry.” I
VictoriaKeeping quiet, I nearly fall asleep as I listen to his breathing and the sound of his pen scratching over the paper hastily. The only thing that keeps me from actually falling asleep is his leg casually bobbing up and down from time to time.I don’t know how much time has passed but suddenly, the door gets thrown open, making him groan.“Tell the bitch that she has to come down to make dinner,” Daria yells, her nasal voice having my skin crawl.Domenico must still be concentrating on his paper as his sitting position doesn’t change.“She is busy,” he growls, making his sister snicker.I hear the malicious joy in her voice as she takes a few steps into the room. “You pervert!”She must be jumping like I do as he slams his fist onto his desk. “If you are done playing around, and you folk would stop straining her like this, I could actually be as perverted as I want to. But you keep fucking it up.”He simply ignores her as she groans annoyed. “And bring my plate up to my room. I
Vittoria The days after I get to spend the night in Domenico’s room are always my favorite. The family often doesn’t pick as hard on me as usual. And this is not only because Domenico keeps telling them to let me be because they would fuck up his toy, but also because they get immense pleasure out of the idea that I must have endured a terribly painful and humiliating rape. I have always wondered why he told them this, but as soon as I heard him boasting about this in front of his father and brother, I took my chance. Every time I left his quarters fed and rested, I put up an act. I started limping and clasping my supposedly hurting stomach. Once I even injured myself, cutting my skin open with a small knife as I was in the kitchen to smear a bit of my blood randomly on my body and a few appliances I was using. It was a great success as his mother left me alone for an entire week. She seemed to take everything she needed out of her mocking, but that was okay for me. The only drea
Vittoria The next days are a living hell. My bruises start healing slowly as I don’t get beaten up anymore, but still, I keep throwing up at the amount of food they make me eat. At least they don’t make me clean it up. Or have me swallow it back up as a punishment. “Please, I can’t!” I whisper as a woman with a kind face stuffs another spoonful of food into my mouth. “The longer it takes, the more money it will cost your family.” Her high-pitched voice makes me close my eyes as I swallow down the bite she just made me take. In the few days I spent here, I just got insulted. And even if they want to sell me, they treat me like a beast rather than a precious good. But maybe this is because I’m not supposed to be a virgin anymore. I also don’t like the looks I get from the pigman when he shows me to clients. He often ‘checks in on me’ but every day more, I get the impression he is planning something bad. Between the stuffing and the visits, I barely manage to get some sleep, an