Chapter 16

My face was burning with embarrassment. I can't believe that Luca had seen me laying on the desk completely naked. Emilio just stood there as if this was a normal thing that had happened. It probably was normal for everyone else, but I was petrified.

Slowly coming out of my daze I quickly scrambled off his desk and took up my underwear and pants off the floor with my hands still restraint. This time he didn't stop me and for that I was very glad.

The only problem I had now was untying my hands so that I could put on my clothes.

"Um... Could you untie me?" I asked politely with my hands outstretched wanting to get out of this awkward situation as fast as possible.

He didn't reply, he just pulled one end of the cloth and it came undone. I quickly fixed my bra and shirt, and pulled on my underwear and pants.

He still hadn't uttered a single word as he made his way behind his desk and sat on his chair. I looked back at the desk that I was previously on and a blush made its way on my face.

"So... um" I tried to find something to say as he gave me a bored look, which was a complete contrast to the way he was looking at me just a minute ago before we were interrupted.

"So what? Why are you still in here?" he replied coldly.

At that I quickly made my way out of his office and slammed that door behind me. I leaned against the way for support as I thought back to what had happened behind those doors just a few minutes ago.

How could I be so foolish and naïve? I just let him have his way with me, again.

I felt ashamed of myself for giving in so easily. How could I let him touch me with the same hands he almost killed me with?

My mind was so clouded with lust that all rational and sane thoughts had flown out the window.

I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

Apart of me had wanted his touch, even craved his touch. But, the saner part of me knew that it was wrong.

I knew that I was attracted to him sexually, but who wouldn't be. That man exuded masculinity and sex. There was no doubt in mind that he knew what he was doing.

For a split second I thought that he might not be so bad, but again he had to prove to be the bastard that he was.

I was still turned on from the previous activities, which made me disgusted with myself. How could I be turned on by a monster?

This felt like some beauty and the beast shit, but unlike Bell I don't think I'll ever see the good in him. I doubt that there was even a good bone left in is body.

Easing off the wall, I decided that I didn't want him to come out of his office and see me here. I felt thirsty so I headed in the direction of the kitchen.

I was barely aware of my surroundings as I kept on replaying what had just happened over and over again in my head on repeat.

Bumping into a wall, I fell back on my butt.

Why was there a wall in the middle of the hallway and who the fuck decided that it would be a great idea to put it there?

Rubbing my forehead, I opened my eyes only to be met with shoes. Slowly trailing my eyes from the feet upwards I realized that he was the wall I had bumped into. He was wearing an expensive suit, no doubt, that looked as though it was made just for him.

Getting up off the floor, I apologized.

"I'm so sorry. I-"

I was cut off when he slapped me across the face with so much force; it caused my face to turn to the side. I was so shocked. I was standing there unable to move as I tried to comprehend what had happened.

Tears welled in my eyes as I could still feel the sting from when he had slapped me. That was going to leave a mark of course.

Grabbing me by my hair he turned my face around to look at him, with tears streaming down my face.

"You must not know your place around here, whore" he said tightening his grip around my hair.

I was so afraid that he would rip my hair from my scalp that I began struggling against his hold, trying to pry his hand out of my hair. This action only seems to have angered him more as he grabbed a hold of my neck and slammed my head in the wall.

My vision was getting blurry from all the tears and the impact of the hit against the wall. I was slowly losing focus.

"I see that you seem to think that you can do what you want around here, but know this, we own you and the only reason why your here is for our own pleasure" he spat in my face, increasing his grip on my neck.

I was so close to passing out as I struggled against him trying to get air into my lungs.

"ENOUGH!" I heard a voice boomed.

The man let go of my neck and I collapsed on the floor gasping for air. The man gave me one more deathly look before he walked away.

Who knew that bumping into someone could have almost gotten me killed?

I looked down the hallway and saw Emilio. For a second there I could have sworn his eyes had softened a bit in concern before it went back to that cold, stoic expression.

He must have really hit my head hard, hard enough that my mind was conjuring up things that weren't there.

They walked away leaving me on the floor. My head hurt from all the pulling of my hair and the hit to the wall. My face hurt from the slap and I was sure a bruise was already forming.

Getting to my feet slowly I looked at the wall and saw blood. I quickly put my hand on my head back, only to withdraw it as soon as I winced in pain. Bringing my hand before me I saw blood on my fingers.

I was slowly becoming lightheaded, as the hit was now taking a toll on my body. Using the wall as support I made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

Walking in the kitchen I saw a Luca, Enzo, Stefano and two other men. Upon my entry their conversation came to a stop and Enzo rushed over to where I was standing.

"What happened?" Enzo asked in concern.

I looked around the room and when my eyes landed on Luca, I couldn't even muster up the energy to be embarrassed about what had happened earlier. My head was throbbing with pain.

"I-I-I-I" was the only thing that left my mouth before I blacked out.

I woke up in a bed with a pounding headache. I felt weak and exhausted. Looking around the room that I was in, I realized that it was the room I have been staying in. I looked out the window and realized that it was now dark outside.

Suddenly all the previous events from earlier came rushing to me in a frenzy, which only caused my head to hurt more.

I remembered leaving Emilio's office, then running into that man that slapped me and slammed my head into the wall. The last thing I could remember was walking in the kitchen, where I must have fainted.

I tried to sit up and this action only worsened my headache. Lifting my hand up I could feel a bandage around my head. Bringing my hand, a little lower, it brushed against my cheek and resulted in me wincing in pain.

After I winced, I felt even more pain than when I had simply brushed my hand against it.

Taking my time getting out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I was terrified of my reflection. My cheek was swollen and my eyes looked dead and lifeless. My eyes reminded me of the time when my mother had just died.

I looked dead and I felt dead on the inside. Leaning against the wall I slid down on the floor and cried. This only made my head feel worst, but at this moment I didn't care.

What have I ever done to deserve all of this?

My sobs got louder as I lay on the ground, wishing it would swallow me.

I have been crying for so long in the bathroom, that my eyes were now swollen.

All my life I wore a mask on my face. I would always pretend to be alright, when deep down I knew that I was a broken girl. Everyone in my life always left me. My dad abandoned me and my mom died, leaving me to face the hardships of the world all on my own.

I wasn't only crying because of my reflection on the outside, I was also crying for everything that I had lost. All I've ever wanted was to be happy, but even that didn't seem possible in this situation.

I would have killed myself a long time ago, but I couldn't and I wouldn't. I had made a promise to myself that no matter how hard life got, I would never take the easy way out and commit suicide. I would face all my hardships and never give up.

But at this point, all I wanted to do was end it all.

Shaking my head, I got up off the floor, dried my tears and washed my hands. I can't be thinking about these depressing thoughts right now. Splashing some cold water on my face, I left the bathroom.

"Hey. Are you alright?"

I was in shock at the sight before me. Never in a million years would I expect something like this to happen.

I must be dreaming, I thought with a nod. Pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I winced when I felt pain in my arm from the pinch.

Okay. So, this was real and I wasn't dreaming.

Standing before me was Emilio with what looked like soup on a tray on my bedside table.

I stood still as he looked at me. Was this a trick?

"I'm going to guess that you're ok, given the fact that you are up and about" he continued, scratching the back of his neck.

I was still in shock, unable to respond. I mean, how do you respond to someone who has been nothing but mean to you and was suddenly asking if you were alright.

That was a loaded question. Of course, I wasn't alright. I'm a prisoner here for fuck's sake. My head is pounding and my cheek is swollen, I wanted to scream at him, but instead I gave him a simple nod.

I walked over to the bed and sat down. He grabbed a chair and sat in front of me taking up the tray.

What the hell was he doing?

He scooped up a spoon full of soup and blew on it, before bringing it to my mouth. I was confused as hell as to what he was doing.

"Open" was his simple command.

I complied and opened my mouth and he fed me the soup. This continued for a few more minutes until the soup was finished.

I was so confused as to what was going on that I couldn't help but stare at him the whole time. He let out a chuckle as he took in my expression.

I was sure that my eyes were as wide as saucers from shock.

"You should get some rest" he said getting up to leave, taking the tray with the now empty bowl with him.

What the hell just happened?