Sold To The Mafia King

Chapter 12

I was sent to a room inside the house through the back door, I didn't even have the time to take a look at the house.

I was sobbing quietly because I didn't want any of these motherfuckers to see me cry.

I didn't want them to ever believe they'd won and broken me emotionally.

Because only God knew what was going to happen to Lydia.

I had abandoned her and not fought for her.

What if they killed her.

What if they…. They… r**e her.

If anything went wrong, I knew I'd never forgive myself.

Maybe I could have fought more for her.

Maybe I could have….

“I've drawn you a bath”. The guy I believed they referred as Ferdinando spoke.

“There are clothes over there.” He pointed at the wardrobe by the edge of the wall.

I noticed he stood by the door side, for few minutes waiting for my reply, but I didn't say a word to him.

Then he left. But before he closed the door, he said “I'd advice you don't do anything stupid. And just follow instructions”. Then closed the door as quietly as he could.

The moment he closed the door I ran towards the window quietly.

I didn't know if he was right outside the door so I had to be as quiet as possible.

I had to do something.

Anything.

I tried raising the window.

Maybe I could escape from here.

but I couldn't. I tried again, but it wouldn't bulge. It was stiff or stuck, I didn't know which so when I looked I found out that they had nailed the window shut.

I laughed frustrated and tried.

Of course they would have known I'd try to escape. They couldn't take the chance with me.

Fuck! f**k! f**k!

I had to think of something.

I couldn't remain here. I had to go home. I needed to go home before Saturday. I couldn't afford to miss Saturday.

And f**k! I had left my f*****g phone at the club.

And it's quite funny because I knew my uncle would never even ask or look for us.

Like I said no one cared. Our bodies were just for entertainment and that was the only thing that mattered to them.

Fuck! I half whispered and half screamed. Almost pulling at my hair like I was going mad.

Because in reality I was almost running mad.

I knew they would have taken extra precautions for everything and even brought in more guards to keep me from running.

I had to re-strategize and come up with a better plan.

Maybe playing nice and learning my way out of here would work.

Maybe if I could be obedient and compley with whatever rules they set out I would be trusted and eventually set free.

But how sure was I?

Alonzo didn't look like the type who would easily let go.

Aaahhhh, I screamed in my head. What do I do?? I said as I pinched the bridge in nose.

I was starting to have migraines.

My whole back ached and I smelled of dried sweat.

I was a f*****g mess.

Both emotionally, physically and mentally.

I went down to the toilet to where the shower was still running, locked the door and stripped myself naked.

The moment the hot water touched my body, I felt every muscle in my body relax.

It was like weights were lifted from me.

I felt better. Alive even.

I let the water slide from my hair to my toes.

Every single inch of me needed washing.

My hair felt greasy and stuck out in weird angles.

The fact that I hadn't even been on any clothing aside the panties and n****e covers, I needed to wash off those hands that had grabbed on my skin like I wasn't human.

I didn't know how long I spent in the bathroom but I knew it was enough to revive me physically back.

After I had finished that was when I had time to finally access the bathroom.

Honestly it was spacious and luxurious. Something more than what I'd have been able to afford with the white tiles, white cabinets and a relaxing shower section.

It had every single needed wash. From hair wash to body wash and scrubs and there were foot scrub products too, almost like a spa, with neat hanging towels and bathrobes. But I expected more.

Maybe I was given the least favorite room in the house. Because I hadn't been given the chance to check all the rooms.

But with the way he carried himself and the way he spoke to everyone, I just expected more.

Like he was living in some imaginary palace with interiors no one had seen or some underground s**t or something.

Well…. I could never afford this so I shouldn't judge.

Maybe he liked the simple things of life and never needed to show off his wealth.

Okay…. Okay that I could take as a good reason why.

I just finished drying off my hair in front of the little mirror and decided to go back to the room.

The moment I stepped out the door, I almost screamed my lungs out.

I was f*****g stack naked with no f*****g towel on me and he was just seating there by the window, like a demon savouring his evil deeds.

I knew I danced half naked on almost every day of my life.

I knew I've participated in orgy's.

But now was supposed to be a me time. The only moment I have to myself. Be completely naked and not over touched by different hands.

He dared invade my privacy without permission. Let me guess, he owned the house, he could do whatever he like.

Damn him!

I won't take that shit

“Manners don't kill, you know that right?”

He didn't respond to me.

I only noticed the left part of his eyebrows raised up like he was asking me a silent question What do you mean

“The door…” I demonstrated towards the angle of the door with my fingers, “knocking…. You knock on a door before coming in. I mean…. Is that not simple manner. Etiquette. Right”.

He still didn't respond.

God! I swear this guy was driving me nuts.

And he keeps steeping on my f*****g last nerve for him.

I mean… if I could just pick up a gun and… and… put a bullet through that insanely handsome devilish face of his.

No… no… I should never admire the enemy.

Yes! I'll admit it. He was fine. f*****g fine.

The type that'll make any woman wet just at first glance. But news flash that'll never be me.

Okay…. Okay…. Maybe if he was a better person than he was I would have flowed rivers for him even without thinking it twice.

Forget about the first night in that valley that I'd wet myself. It was a tough situation.

But now…. Oh s**t!

I noticed my p***y had betrayed me again. It was f*****g dripping.

Bitch!!!