ENZO
I was constantly slamming my heel against the ground. I was anxious to know about her. But I couldn't. I had made a grave mistake and I didn't know how to fix that shit anymore. She was not the kind who would forget and forgive anything if I threw money at her. She grew up watching money all around her. Relationships and emotions were more important for her.
I looked at the clock. It had been a week since I fucked up everything between us yet again. My anger got the best of me. I just watched her talking and laughing with that stupid Charlie and lost control over myself. I didn't even ask her anything. And to make it worse, I found out that her first time was literally forced. I feared she would want to break it off with me.
I was constantly checking my phone for the last seven days. And I was literally praying to anyone who was above the skies for her mother to not to contact me. Because it would mean that I had fucked everything up really bad. The sky had gone dark outside. It was night, and time for us to go home.
I haven't gone home in days. I was staying at the office. I drunk myself until I couldn't feel anything every single fucking night. A light knock on my office door pulled me out of the oceans of my dark thoughts. “Come in!” I answered and took a deep breath to calm myself down.
Monty came on and placed a file in front of me. I nodded at him, flashing an awkward smile as I grabbed the file and pretended to read it. My mind was a wreck. I couldn't focus at all. I just wanted him to leave so I could drown myself in alcohol again.
He was at the door. But then he stopped and turned around. “I am sorry for the intrusion, but boss. I have noticed that you have always been at the office, nowadays. And you look like someone has died. What is going on, if I may ask?” And he asked something I didn't want to talk about.
I sighed as I knew, I needed someone to talk about the matter or I would go crazy. Monty was the perfect man. “I messed up pretty badly this time and now I think she will never forgive me.” and with that, I told him everything that had happened a week ago.
Once I was done, he grabbed the glass from my table and downed the almost cold water in one go. “Wow! That was a lot. And you are saying, you didn't even go home after this?” He asked me, an awkward smile on his face but I also saw the beads of sweat on his forehead. He was worried, just as I was.
I shook my head in response and started massaging my temples. I was having a migraine yet again.
“Boss! You should have at least gone back home to check up on her.” He replied to me honestly.
“I know! I just couldn't face her…” I paused nervously. But I was extremely worried about her because she also hadn't tried to contact me. “...but you can.” I added as an idea popped up into my head.
He sighed as he knew, he had no other option. I will go on your behalf to check up on her. But you need to go back and talk to her, boss. A bunch of roses are not going to fix it this time.” He added, a worried look on his face. I nodded my head because I knew well that he was right. Of course, I was going to go back. But before, I needed to know how everything was.
NARRATOR
A very tired and pale looking Ariana was cleaning up the mess in the basement. Years of dried blood, flesh and nails were lying around the place. She had a bucket with her. She puked a few times. In the last two, she couldn't even throw up anything because her stomach was completely empty.
She was on the verge of crying when she made her way upstairs. Marie was sitting in the kitchen, watching the maids clean up. “I am done cleaning the basement.” Ariana spoke breathlessly. Her voice was raspy due to constant puking.
“Then why are you here? Get your fucking ass outside and clean up the garden, you slut.” Marie yelled at Ariana, making her flinch at the sound.
“I am going there. But cat I get a glass of water before I go. I am thirsty and my throat is sore.” Ariana was almost begging Marie. She was exhausted. She felt extremely weak. And she didn't have her phone to even contact her parents to come and get her from the hell Enzo had created for her.
“You will get anything when you are fucking done with your chores. Cheaters like you don't deserve privileges.” Marie yelled at Ariana again.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She was never treated in such a way all her life. She was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, and was always treated like a princess. When Enzo never let her cry, now he was constantly hurting her. Ariana walked away, hoping her will power would lend her some more strength, so she could get her chores done.
“She doesn't look so good, madame. Shouldn't we just let her drink a glass of water. It doesn't hurt anyone.” Amilia, one of the maids, spoke out of concern. She had noticed how Ariana was suddenly so thin.
“You do your damn job, I know how to do mine. She is being punished by the master. Do you really wanna piss off our master?” Amilia shook her head instantly and walked away, feeling pity for Ariana. But she couldn't do anything because it was the master's orders.
Ariana was cleaning up the garden that was left dirty by the gardener. Her lips weren't just parched, they were bleeding. She took a step forward and her whole world went dark. She fell on the ground, hitting her head against a rock. “Mrs De Luca!” Monty screamed in horror, who had just pulled over.
He ran toward Ariana. His eyes went wide, looking at Ariana's state. She looked so pale, so yellow, as if someone sucked her blood out of her body. “Marie!” Month screamed at the top of his lungs.
All the servants rushed out of the mansion. Marie was sweating as she saw Monty. What happened to her? Why is she like this?” Monty queried angrily.
“How can I know? She is the Mistress of the house.” Marie straight up lied through her teeth.
“Didn't you say, master ordered to punish the mistress severely because she cheated on him? Isn't that why you have been starving her, not letting her drink water, and only serving her left overs that we leave?” Amilia found her voice again, to speak up for the mistress who was nice to her.
Marie wanted to murder Amilia but she was afraid of Monty. “You fucking bitch. Take this bitch to the dungeon. And until the master comes home, she is to starve. Don't even fucking give her water.” Monty howled at the guards who dragged Marie away at Monty's orders. While Monty scooped Ariana in his arms and ran toward his car. He knew something was awfully wrong with Ariana.