Chapter 8
It has been a few days since the incident between Emilio and I. I haven't seen him since, not that I had been expecting to see him or anything.
To be honest, I was avoiding him like the plague. I hadn't left this room since I step foot in it. I was afraid of his reaction towards what had happened.
I was also ashamed of myself for giving in so easily. I mean, how could I do that? He was holding me hostage. I felt like a cheap whore. I don't want to feel this way anymore, but I was also afraid to face reality.
So instead of facing reality, I'm in here wallowing in self-pity.
Every day I would wake up to a fresh set of clothing and breakfast waiting for me. I had no idea who brought it in here, but I never questioned the matter.
So maybe in that cold, black heart of his was also a caring side. I mean why else would he make sure that I got three square meals a day and a change of clothes.
What was I saying? Don't be stupid. Just because he stuck his finger up inside of you doesn't mean that he suddenly grew a caring bone in his body.
"UUuuuugggggghhhhh" I screamed in the pillow out of frustration.
I was bored just staying in this room for days, but it hadn't been that bad. Enzo would check up on me from time to time to keep me company. There was also a huge TV mounted on the wall in front of the bed.
Enzo would normally take my lunch and dinner to me since I refused to leave the room, in case I ran into him. So, I just assumed he was the one taking breakfast and clothes to me.
Today he had stopped by and insisted that we watch Money Heist. I mean I wasn't complaining or anything.
"Don't do it" he screamed at the tv.
I mean the guy was more interested in the movie than anything else. At one point I thought that he might have been a part of the movie.
He was so engrossed in it, reprimanding the actors for not doing things his way. I couldn't help but laugh at the frustrated look on his face.
"I can't take it anymore. They're all going to die" he complained for the hundredth time today.
"We're just at the first season, maybe something will change as the show progresses" I tried soothing him.
He was taking this movie way too seriously.
"But the police know some of their identities. I wanted them to remain anonymous." he pouted like a kid, who was told they couldn't have any more candy.
"Well, we can't always get we want, now can we" I said in a sad tone.
"Oh right. I totally forgot that you were here against your will" he said with a cheesy smile on his face.
"It's not funny" I snapped playfully.
"I had a life before all this you know" I said with a wistful look on my face.
"Sure, you did, because being fired, broke and almost homeless is the life" he said in a mocking tone. Of course, Emilio would have informed him of my unfortunate situation before I was taken.
"Whatever" I said with an eye roll.
We were silent for a few minutes just enjoying the comfortable silence, until I decided to break it.
"Why can't you help me escape? I promise I won't go to the cops or anything" I pleaded with him.
I knew he was sympathetic towards my situation and I wanted to exploit that sympathy so that he would let me go.
"I value my life. If I were to help you, Emilio would kill me, then you. I'm too young and hot to die. I mean, I couldn't be that selfish and deny the ladies from having all this" he said, gesturing to himself.
I couldn't help but laugh. He was so full of himself. He then flipped his imaginary hair over his shoulder and began checking his nails.
This caused me to laugh even harder than before. I was interrupted by his cellphone ringing. Excusing himself, informing me that he had to go, he left the room.
Now I was sad again, I pouted.
You must be wondering why I haven't tried to escape yet. The thing is, this room was on the second floor, with no trees nearby or anything to climb down on. But even if I made it that far down, there were two men below my window and a few off in the distance around the perimeter patrolling.
I guess he didn't want a repeat of last time. Because everywhere I turn, there was something or someone preventing me from escaping.
Screaming in frustration, I accidentally knocked over a vase that fell out the window. Uh oh. I heard a crashing then some angry shouts cussing me out.
I dare take a look down to see who it had hit. There was an angry man glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under.
"YOU STUPID, CLUMSY BITCH! I'm-" he shouted. I cut him off by closing the window to block out his annoying voice.
Well, I won't be opening that window again anytime soon.
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I woke up to movement in the room, which resulted in me jumping out of the bed. My feet got tangled in the sheets, causing me to land on the floor face first.
"Are you alright?" a feminine voice asked in concern, while at the same time helping me to my feet.
I turn around to see a lady probably in here late 40's wearing a maid's uniform stared back at me with concern. I never knew they had a maid. Well, it would make sense because I could not picture them cleaning up after themselves.
"I'm fine" I said standing straight with a grateful smile.
"The young master wanted me to give you these" she said gesturing to a pile of clothes she was previously sorting through.
Walking back over to the pile she began shifting through, taking up some and then she walked in the walk-in closet with a few pieces of clothing in her hand. I followed behind and realized she was arranging the clothes in the closet.
"You don't have to do that" I said referring to the clothes she was hanging in the closet.
"It's my job" she replied, not once stopping as she went back and forth arranging the clothes.
"At least let me help you" I suggested feeling uncomfortable with someone doing something I could have easily done myself.
"That's not necessary" she insisted.
I was about to say something again when she started talking again.
"Look, I get that you want to help, but this is my job. The young master would be furious if he saw someone else doing what he had ordered me to do" she pleaded with me to just let her be, so she can do her job.
I sighed, but left the closet and decided to take a shower. Stepping in the bathroom, I was blown away by how luxurious it was. I mean it wasn't as big and spacious as Emilio's bathroom, but it was just as luxurious.
I let the water run in the shower stall as I strip from my clothes. It felt as if I haven't shower in forever, which probably was true.
Stepping in the shower stall I let the warm water cascade down my body, as my thoughts wonder off to a few days ago.
Just thinking about it made me all hot and bothered. I've never been touched like that before, which must be the only reason why I'm still thinking about it.
These past few days whenever I was alone, he was all I could think about, which is why I have decided to face him and clear the air.
I want him to know that it was a mistake and it won't ever happen again.
After washing my body, I turn off the water and got out of the shower. I put on a fluffy towel and entered the bedroom. There was no one there so I went into the closet and pick out something to wear.
The clothes were mostly appropriate, excluding the lingerie and a few skirts and shorts that were too short.
I decided on black skinny jeans, a white top and white shoes. I dried my hair and then got dress. Looking in the mirror, I gave myself a pep talk before exiting the room.
I tip toed over to Emilio's room and put my ear against the door to listen for movements. Hearing no movements on the other side of the door, I let myself in.
There was no one inside so I came to the conclusion that he might be in his office.
With a new found determination I marched off in the direction of his office. I was now standing outside his office with my hand midair just about to knock when I hear someone moan Emilio's name.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I hesitated for a second before I swung the door open. I really wish I hadn't done that, because the scene before me was going to make me sick. I was not prepared for this.
There on the desk in the middle of the office was Emilio leaning against it with his eyes closed. His pants and underwear were at his ankles as he wrapped his hands in the blondeâs hair. On the floor was the blonde from before on her knees with Emilio's dick down her throat.
"What the fuck?"