Is She The One?

Chapter 7

Lucia’s POV

It was evening. I had no idea what was going out of the room. I knew that screaming and wailing wouldn’t get me out of here. I started to inspect the room. It had no windows just a door and a vent to let the air travel through. The room was surprisingly well-decorated. As I was looking around the door opened. He came in and sat on the sofa facing me. I asked him, “What do you want from me? Why have you kidnapped me? I don’t even know your name or what you do for a living.” He didn’t let out a single word ever since he came in. He just sat there quietly. When I finished rambling about all the things that were going in my head he said, “It doesn’t matter who I am or what I do. You just need to know that you are mine and you must do everything that I ask for. The first thing I want you to do is have dinner with me. I assure you the food cooked by my chef will not let you down. And maybe your mood will get better.” I screamed on top of my voice, “DOESN’T MATTER? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE AN OBJECT?” He looked at me with the eyes that made a chill run down my spine. I don’t know why but I started feeling scared of him. I had goosebumps all over my body. I just couldn’t speak, not able to utter a single word in front of those eyes. He was so different from the first time we met. He then started walking out and said, “I don’t like to repeat my words.” I started walking behind him and then spoke in low voice, “What’s wrong with telling me your name?” I went out fidgeting with my fingers. We headed to the dining room. It had a long table where almost 20 people could eat together. There were two chairs at the either ends. He sat on one of them I went to the opposite side. Just when I was about to sit, he said, “Arrange a chair beside me.” The chair in front of me was quickly taken away and arranged beside him. I walked all the way around and sat beside him. There were many delicacies that were filled on the table. The chefs were still bringing out food. I was wondering if it was only for the two of us or was the staff going to join us too. After the table was overly filled, he started eating. I too then thought about focusing on food. He stared at me because of which I couldn’t even pick the spoon and fork. He said, “Luciano…. Luciano Russo”, and began eating again. I started eating in peace.

When I finished eating, he grabbed me by my hands and said, “Now it seems you have collected enough energy for the night.” He took me back into the same room that he had locked me into. As we entered, he forcibly started kissing me. I tried to push him away, but the more I pushed him the more force he used upon me. He caught hold of my neck and bit my tongue so hard that it started bleeding. He then entered his tongue in my mouth and started exploring hungrily as if he never did. He then still holding my neck with one hand pushed me on the bed and started taking off his tie. He used his tie to tie my hands up to the headboard of the bed. I was helpless. There were many who could hear me scream and cry for help but not a single soul to help me. He then smiled as if he’d won a great battle and looked at me like a hungry beast. He then started to undress me while his filthy hands feeling my body even while undressing. When he couldn’t get my clothes off because of my hands being tied up, he just tore them apart. He then started kissing me leaving his marks all on me. I didn’t like his touches anymore, more like it disgusted me. He while kissing started fondling my breasts. After having enough of them, he took off his clothes. His manhood was erect, ready to ram me. I started pushing him, but he kicked my legs apart and rubbed himself on me. He without letting me know pushed his manhood in me which gave me a sharp pain. Tears came down my eyes. It hurted more than my first time. He then forced it all in. He went on for hours, until I finally fainted. I really don’t know if he stopped after that. The next morning, my whole body was sore I couldn’t feel myself anymore. I looked around and then at myself. He was nowhere to be seen. I on the other hand was naked. Wrapped in a blanket carelessly. His fluids were still on the bed and on me. I tried to forcibly get up as I felt so ashamed and disgusted by myself. I fell onto the floor. In came two ladies who helped me up and also helped me take a warm bath. They changed the sheets, brought in food, but was it going to compensate for the pain I had gone through. Living on the streets was better than feeling such disgust. I thought maybe he would let me go, maybe he must be tired of me. Unfortunately, he r***d me every night. I was a plaything for him, that he never got bored of. It was just like any other night that he came in my room all drunk. He r***d me once again, but something was different. Usually he never spoke, but today he said, “Now you dare leave me again.” These words, they were on my mind from then on. I really don’t know why he said those words. Or were they even meant for me?

I just couldn’t take it anymore. I tried hanging myself up on the ceiling fan. I did hang myself up but he didn’t even let me die in peace. He came in running it definitely was not because he was worried. It was confirmed when he said, “You really don’t care about your life, do you? You want to die right let me help you.” After saying this he went out stomping his legs furiously. I don’t know why but what was coming ahead wasn’t good. He made a few people stay in my room for looking after me so that I don’t kill myself.