CHAPTER TWO
Pain erupted from all over my body. My fingers shook as I gently probed the wound on my cheek, wincing at the searing pain that shot through me. I could feel the blood flowing out of it and it made me cry harder, on top of that, my side throbbed with a dull ache, and I feared they may have broken some ribs. They left me alone probably realizing if they continued hitting me, I could die. Moments passed before the door groaned open again, flooding the room with harsh, blinding light as more men entered. Their faces held no emotion, their eyes cold.
"Get up! all of you!" one of them barked, cocking his gun, eliciting screams from us.
I cautiously rose to my feet, limping with each step, the chains on our feet clinking with every movement. The room felt even smaller as we were led toward the door like a group of helpless animals. We came to a stop in the middle of an open floor, in a single line like we had been trained to do any time we moved out together. I was still in pain but I made sure to stay quiet.
The man who I remember looking at in confusion when he showed up at my door with two other men appeared before us, a lit cigarette in between his fingers. They looked questionable then, with dark clothing, tattoos and matching scowls, now I understood why. He had been polite until my parents introduced us, after that, he had snapped his fingers for the men to grab me and my parents said nothing, they continued to look at him as if he had hung the moon, not sparing me a glance even as I was dragged away.
“I see that some of you are getting ideas, thinking you can one up on us?” He said, bring the lit cigarette to his mouth, his voice filled with amusement. I felt his glare trained on me but made no move to lift my head.
“Let this be a warning to anyone who thinks she can play smart, I have no problem making you disappear, after all I can replace you, I own each and every one of you, don’t ever forget that.” He said, the warning clear in his voice.
The sound of heels against the floor drew my attention, but I didn’t dare lift my head as it was forbidden to look the men in the eyes. A woman in gold dress and bright lipstick made her way towards us. The gold dress accentuated her curves making her look straight out of a fashion magazine.
“You are late Victoria,” the man with the bald head and tattoos covering half his body glared at the woman, jutting out the butt of his cigarette in her direction. She scowled at him in return, making a show of flipping her hair and rolling her eyes. In a second he was on her, his fist wrapped tightly around throat, as he angled her face towards his, purposely blowing the smoke in her direction. Victoria immediately began coughing, as she struggled to breathe from the smoke and the hand around her throat.
“Hey hey listen, because I let you have free reign here doesn’t mean you can disrespect me! Show some respect you whore!” He growled in her face, she kept clawing at the hand around her neck, her face turning slightly red but he didn’t let up.
The men around who had also heard erupted in laughter, making crude comments about the woman and hooting after their supposed boss. I saw a flicker of fear pass her face before she quickly schooled her features. With a sultry smile, she whispered in his ear, and he visibly relaxed, his lips curling upwards in a grin. They shared a kiss, his hand still in her hair and the other firmly gripping her behind.
He released her after a moment, making a show of slapping and squeezing her behind, before turning his attention toward us, “This is Victoria. She's in charge of ensuring that you look presentable tonight, you answer to her. One screw up, and you're dead," he announced with a twisted smile before he turned and walked away, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake.
As soon as he left, Victoria furiously rubbed at her neck, she tried to disguise the way she was gulping air. After sometime, she rolled her shoulders and turned to us with disdain, her nose upturned in the air, as if we were a burden to her. She clapped her hands, demanding our attention, when her eyes met mine, her lips split in a twisted grin, as if she were mocking me.
“Oh foolish girl. It’s so easy for you to think you can escape Boris,” she threw her head back and let out a loud cackle.
“News flash darling, you are stuck here, well up until another maniac buys you tonight.” with another grin my way, she addressed the rest of the girls. I stood in my place, her words replaying in my head.
"Okay, girls, this way," she led us into another section of the room where a group of women waited beside small dressing tables scattered with makeup and racks of clothing lined up against the walls of the room.
"Those are the showers. You have five minutes to wash up before I let these men drag you out if you waste a second longer," she said. As she spoke, the men began unlocking our chains, freeing our feet. When none of us moved immediately, Victoria clapped her hands again.
"The clock is ticking, girls!" and with that, we all clambered into the stalls, some sharing to make the most of the little time.
Minutes later I was seated in front of a mirror as two women fussed over me. One kept pulling my hair, trying to force the wild curls into a bun, cussing whenever my hair failed to stay out, while the other dabbed concealer on my cheek, a large amount that I suspected was to hide the bruises I had gotten today, that she had only cleaned with a wet rag and antiseptic. I felt like an animal being prepared for slaughter. The makeup did a good job in covering my bruises but the more I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the more repulsed I felt, I just wanted to crawl into a corner and cry.
The woman pulling my hair soon left it after deeming it presentable, to move on to the next person.
“Oh don’t start crying now, I just did your mascara,” the makeup artist sighed in exasperation. Although she didn’t seem bothered by my tears despite her words. She just added a few more coats to my lashes and began packing up her things.
I took that as my opportunity to ask for help, “Miss please can you help me get out of here? I was kidnapped by these men and I just want to go home,” a flicker of frustration and weariness crossed her face.
“Don’t you understand? There is no escaping this place, the sooner you realize that, the safer for you,” the small glimmer of hope I had desperately tried to cling to disappeared. Her last words were like the final nail to a coffin.
“I advice that you smile and pray that you get sold off today, besides even if you tried to escape, Boris would find you and kill you.
CHAPTER THREEAs I stood, my fingers continuously gripped the short ends of the dress I had been forced to wear, to pull it down but it kept riding back up my thighs. The dress clung uncomfortably to my body, pressing against my sides, making bouts of of pain erupt anytime I moved. The dress was a size too small that did nothing to hide the creases of my body. We were ordered to stand on a straight line again, during this time, Anna had found her way back to my side, she tried to apologize once but I ignored her, I was not in the mood for her chatter. I was still upset with her and I wanted to make sure she knew it.In the distance, the auctioneer's voice echoed, announcing and describing us like objects to be bought and sold, which in this instance, I admit we actually are. I tried to block out his vile words, focusing on the faces of my fellow captives. Some cried quietly, while others trembled in fear. I prayed for my soul, wherever it may end up tonight.From where I stood I was a
CHAPTER FOUR It has been a week since I began living and working in the mansion and I couldn’t help but notice the men in black with different sizes of guns strapped to their bodies, patrolling the outskirts of the mansion. At first I felt strange about having a bunch of armed men around me but I soon got used to them, even though I made conscious effort to avoid them. During my short time here, I'd grown close to the rest of the domestic staff, enjoying the normal human interactions I'd been denied for so long. The mansion buzzed with an strange energy that morning. I tried to ask Maria about it, but she brushed me off, telling me to focus on my work and when I tried to ask Alicia, she sneered at me in response. My curiosity peaked even more after that. "What's going on, Gigi? Everybody seems so busy today" I ask as we folded the clean laundry together. "You don't know?" She must have noticed from my expression that I was clueless, “Honestly Lena, I’m starting to think you real
CHAPTER FIVEI felt like a deer caught in the trap of a hunter. His grip on the gun unwavering the gun, his intense gaze drilling into my trembling form."I do not like repeating myself, gattina. Who in the hell are you?" His voice echoed his anger. The gun was still pointed at me and it brought back memories I had desperately tried to suppress. I told him my name, my voice barely above a whisper, but before he could respond, the door opened, and the man who had bought me at the auction entered."Merda, Luciano! What happened?" The shock was clear in his voice as he observed the scene in front of him from the doorway. (Shit Luciano)"I should be the one asking you, Franco. I return and find some girl in my room, claiming to be a maid," The Don replied, his eyes trailing the length of my body before looking away, showing his lack of interest. "I didn't know we were taking in strays, Franco." The insult felt like salt on an open wound.Franco cleared his throat, to explain the situatio
CHAPTER SIX Though Gigi tried calming me down I was still shaking. The Don Luciano I just had an encounter with a few minutes ago didn't seem like someone whose words are to be taken lightly. My fingers were fidgeting due to the fear I felt inside me. I felt like crying and yelling, I felt like running away from the world and everything it comes along with. I've Indeed had lots of bad memories until now and even now I know it's never getting better. I tried as much as I could to calm myself and continue with my chores. Slacking off isn't a choice I have the right to make. I'm like a slave, brought in to work all my life and get nothing out of it. My life has been condemned to pain, labor, and anguish. "I am Don Luciano Vitello," he declared with authority, his eyes locked onto mine. "And I demand absolute obedience from those who work for me. I should punish you, Elena," I recalled the exact words of Don Luciano and this instilled in me so much fear, that I began to have a panic attac
CHAPTER SEVENThe terror and fear I faced in the last 12 hours reminded me of the shit I had passed through for the last 6 months of my life. From the betrayal from my family to the maltreatment I received from Boris and his men; the betrayal from Anna and now the setup by Alicia. At this point, I am tired of human association because it has only brought me pain and suffering, going from one misfortune to another. Life has become meaningless and dark. So I decided to spend my remaining days in this house living as an invisible maid. Never to cross paths with Don, Franco, or any other person that could complicate my life any further. I went to Maria while she was having a good time with nature in the mansion's garden. I touched her on her arm and this made her turn towards me. "Elena, hope everything is alright," she asked me with concern in her eyes. I guess as a mother she could see how troubled I was and how unusually calm I have become. "I want to have an important conversatio
CHAPTER EIGHTDON LUCIANOI went to a business meeting for the expansion of my telecommunication company. I arrived earlier at the conference room so I waited for another 15 minutes before other lazy executives began to walk in. After 5 minutes they were all settled in and the meeting began. It lasted for approximately 1 hour and 30 minutes. I discussed the terms for the expansion and got them to sign the documents for this expansion. On my way out of the conference room, a lady walked past me. She was about 5'4 same as Elena she had the same body structure. I was so surprised and happy seeing her here so I walked faster to go touch her but then remembered that she could only work at his mansion because she was a maid bought to serve. This made him groan and moved his mood from excited to angry. Why Is she in my mind so much that I imagine others who are the same height as her to be her? What has this little witch done to me to make me like this? Come to think of it, I haven't seen he
CHAPTER NINE ELENA All day I haven't come across Maria. She always comes into the kitchen first thing in the morning to instruct the chefs on what to prepare for the day and to take coffee up to Don Luciano's room and also checks in on me as she has someone who grew attached to me. She has become the proper mother that I never had. I was unsettled about the fact that I hadn't seen him almost all day so I asked the chief chef about Maria and that was when he mentioned that Maria was feeling unwell that's why she couldn't come into the kitchen today.I requested that the chief chef give me permission to prepare some porridge for her and a few medications to take up to her room. He granted me the permission that I sought.I happily prepared porridge and took some medication to her room which is located at the right wing of the mansion. I knocked and heard a faint "Come in"I went in to find Maria weak and coughing on her bed. I sat her up and hugged her. "Why didn't you ask someone to info
CHAPTER TEN ELENA Why is my heart beating crazy? I asked myself. It can't be because of Don Luciano, never. I shouldn't feel this way. It's not right.He is not for me, He is dangerous for you Elena, now wake up from this box of emotions. I spoke to myself and put my emotions back in check. I looked at him eyeball to eyeball, do you need anything, Don? You touched me. He glared at me because of my question. This made me quickly step back follow the already-made line of kitchen assistants and go back into the kitchen. We were given the second batch of meals to present to them so we followed the same suit in a straight line and stood by the men seated around the table but this time I was sharp enough to stand beside Franco instead of Don. I smiled at Franco and exchanged stares of greeting. Franco is one person who has been kind to me from the first time I arrived here and he tried to save me from Don. I would have accepted my feelings if I felt it for Franco, I thought to myself. I dro