Lorenzo: A Mafia Boss Series

~Third-Person POV~ She could hear the sound of the water rushing down the pipes. The furnace was starting up. This has happened for the last week, right after sunset. The days were getting shorter. The weather was changing. Winter was coming. She suspected that the heat was on a set timer. Not that she would feel the benefit of the warmth. The small cart she had to sleep on had a thin sheet and pillow. She was barefooted, and she could feel the concrete ground of the cold and damp basement floor. She was glad at least he allowed her to put her jeans back on after he had his fun. She was warmer than previous nights when he used her without mercy and dragged her back to the basement with barely any clothes on. She would not be surprised if he had cameras on her down here. He loved watching her naked and squirming. He had taken pictures and videos to memorialize everything he did to her. She soon realized he got off seeing her tears and hearing her cries, so she had stopped giving it to him. Though she could not stop what he did to her body, at least not yet, she wouldn’t allow him access to her emotions. It had been weeks since he drugged her and brought her here. The old house made all kinds of noises at night, and she would lean against the stone wall of the basement on her cart, holding her knees against her chest. There was a window to the far wall. Though she could not reach it because of the long chain wrapped around her ankle, this was her only access to the outside world. From there she could tell when it was day and when it was night, since he did not allow her access to lights during the night. During the day, the sunshine would peak through the small window, and she could see the perimeter of the walls of the basement. At night everything was pitch black, and she would have to brave her fear of mice. All she had was a nightlight in the small stall where there was a toilet and small sink with no mirror. Not that she wanted to see what she looked like anyway. To the end of her sleeping cart, she had the box he gave her full of nonperishable food and bottles of water. The first few nights she didn’t eat or drink and that had gotten him mad, so she knew to at least eat a bar or two of granola bars and drink some water. She wondered if anyone had realized she was missing yet. As the days stretched into weeks, she suspected they hadn’t. That realization was harder to accept. She had no one out looking for her. She had been pulled out of her life and no one, not a parent, a sibling, a friend, a colleague noticed. Though the silence and solitude were deafening as the days stretched on, she relished the quiet. It meant that he was not around, and he would not be taking her. The nights he did visit her were excruciating. They began like usual. He would unlock the metal chain around her ankle and drag her upstairs. It always took her some time for her eyes to adjust to the sudden light. The house was pristine. From the large windows, she could see only trees. She suspected she was in a wooded area since there were no sounds of cars. No noise at all, in fact. She knew she was far, far away from the city. He would follow the same routine. He would lead her to a first-floor bathroom where he had a bath prepared for her with scented water and rose petals. He gave her twenty minutes to bathe. Then the side door would open. It led to an attached bedroom. There she’d see the king-size bed. On it was the dress he’d picked out with a sexy bra and panty set. He would sit at the bench next to the window watching as she dressed. There were times when his sick urges could not be abated, and he would take her then, brutally. Other times he would touch himself and manage not to touch her. Not yet. After she had dressed, he would lead her to the dining room table for a candlelight dinner. There he would pretend that they were a loving couple in a normal relationship having a romantic dinner. She had learned the hard way not to grab any of the sharp knives or silverware. He had a knack of always knowing what she was thinking before she thought it, so she had learned to remain still, emotionless, steady. She knew that her time would come, and she would know it when it did. She was jolted awake from the noise of the basement door opening. She heard the familiar click of the lock and then the creaking of the stairs as he descended. She soon saw the grayish blue eyes of the man she knew now was the devil. She cannot imagine that at one time she found those eyes behind the rimless glasses sexy and alluring. She stood up without being asked and he tightened his jaw. She had been too pliable the last few times, and it was graining at him. He wanted to break her and now that it seemed as if he had, the fun was not there anymore. This would mean that he would have to decide about her soon. It wasn’t like he could just let her go. What if she told? She wasn’t some hooker off the street. She had family, money and connections. That has been weighing heavily on him the last few days. That’s why he hadn’t come to see her as of late. He had to decide if tonight would be the night that he let go of his latest conquest, knowing that his urges would only bring him back here again. He had an insatiable appetite that was only quenched when he gave in to his raw animalistic desires. She was his most daring hunt, sending indescribable thrill coursing through his veins. He knew that the most rewarding things in life worth having, required risks and sacrifices. That’s what his forty-three years on this earth taught him. Life has also taught him that nothing last and he could feel the crescendo rushing through him and a release was imminent. He pushed the thought away. Killing was an unpleasant thing and though the high it gave him was indescribable especially as he buried his c**k in them, pumping hard while squeezing their necks, the low that followed when the last glimmer of light leaves their eyes was too much to bear. He would fall into a catatonic state for days later causing him to be utterly devastated. He took another shot of the vodka and looked at the clock. She must be done dressing by now. He chose not to watch this time. He walked back into the room and their eyes met. She looked beautiful in the red dress he had picked out. He didn’t leave her a bra this time. He wanted to see her round breasts bouncing, freely with her n*****s peaking through. His eyes went down, raking to her tiny waists where the dress fell nicely over her shapely figure, clinging to her hips right down her ample round ass, landing slightly above her knees. Sexy but classy he thought. He finished the look with six-inch black stiletto heels. He could not wait to see her with just the black thong underwear and heels later tonight. He coughed out, “You look gorgeous.” She answered politely, “Thank you,” though she was everything but. She knew better to answer him. He smiled as he extended a hand to her. She took it, steady, unafraid. He walked her to the dining room. There were two place settings set up on the large rectangular table, one at the head and the other to the side. He pulled out the seat to the right for her, and she sat down. He then followed. Before she could process it, a middle-aged woman, dressed in a black maid outfit walked in. She was startled to see her. She quickly looked down to try to hide her quickening pulse and excitement. He gently grabbed her hand and smiled sinisterly, daring her to say or do something. “This is Anna. She will be serving us tonight, my love. Be sure to be on your best behavior,” he said with a deliberate tone with his eyes piercing right into hers. She nodded her head as Anna politely greeted her, “I am honored to serve you tonight, madam.” Anna placed a large glass bowl of salad and went back into the adjacent kitchen. Shortly after, she returned with a big white porcelain tureen of soup. Anna offered to plate it in the bowl in front of her, and she nodded in agreement. He smiled as he rubbed her hand, “I heard you sniffling last night and thought you would enjoy a bowl of hot chicken soup.” She nodded as an idea began to formulate in her head. The dinner progressed with him talking about the political structures of society, law and justice. The topics she at one time could listen to him for hours about. He looked past her shoulders and down to her breasts. All he could imagine was taking her on the dining table right then and there. Without looking at Anna, who was standing by the door, he said dismissively, “You can go home now, Anna. We will be able to manage from here.” “Of course, sir,” she replied, and appeared to be heading to the front door. She had to act now. This was the chance she was waiting for. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. She was afraid he could hear it. His phone buzzed and he looked down. He was distracted. She calmly got up, and his eyes quickly followed her. He knew she would not do anything foolish, not after the last time she tried something, and he stabbed her hand with the fork. He could still see the scar that was scabbing over. She smiled and whispered, “Do you want some soup?” A satisfactory grin plastered on his face before he replied, “I would love that.” She leaned down and took the large white ladle and began pouring him some soup. She could tell he was looking down her dress. He saw her breasts swaying back and forth and his shoulders fell back as his eyes became hooded with desire. He could feel his c**k harden. With one swift movement, she picked up the tureen of hot soup and poured it down his pants, startling him. Within seconds, he could feel the burning pain to his lap. “Aaaaaaah!” he shouted out as he instinctively pulled back his seat. His brows furrowed in a grimace, and she could see the rage in his eyes. He attempted to rise out of his chair, but she swung the empty tureen against his head quicker than he could react, shattering it, she saw him slumped back into the chair. He had a large laceration to the side of his head, and she could see blood gushing out. His eyes closed with his body becoming instantly placid. She didn’t wait to find out if he was unconscious. She quickly ran to the front door. There she saw a surprised Anna with her coat on and her keys in her hand. Anna shouted, “Madam, what are you doing!” She disregarded the question. She didn’t have time to tell this woman that her boss was a monster. She forcibly took the keys from Anna as she screamed out, “I need to leave here!” Anna's eyes widened as she saw the desperate woman run out the door toward her car. She hastily followed. “Madam, wait!” She clicked the car door open and before long she had the car started and was pulling out of the driveway. As she left, she saw the man running out of the house, shouting something she could not hear nor did she care. It was too late. She had escaped.