SARAHWEEKS LATER I applied the finishing touches of my makeup on my face, observing my reflection through the mirror whilst Emilio tucked in his shirt. It's been more than one week since that dreadful incident and honestly I am glad it's behind me, behind us all. Finally. This all seems like a new beginning for I and Emilio's relationship. He has actually become less controlling and more open to my ideas and thoughts. He doesn't assume I'm too feeble to handle things but instead he believes as his woman, I should be tough enough to take charge of certain aspects of his mafia.He asks for my suggestions concerning issues relating to trade and he has even thought me how to handle the gun more efficiently.More especially, he has been a great father to Asher. I've never seen Emilio so soft and undone as he is when it comes to his little boy, he becomes the best father!He is trying to make up for all those months he didn't spend with either of us and it's quite cute.Things are look
SARAH “What are you all doing here?! God! Filthy things!” Mr Dave cursed as he walked hurriedly towards us, his eyes hot as coal. We were twenty girls all lined up like prisoners, a black skater maid dress that barely covered our bodies as we waited behind the long velvet curtains that seperated us from the crowd. Mr Dave, a fat and shabby looking man, counted us before smiling triumphantly to himself like he had just won a trophy. “You all are lucky you’re complete, if one of you went missing, I would have dealt with every single one of you whores”he scoffed, but nobody dared say a word against him. We knew better than to yell back at the man who offered us a chance of earning even though it was through a degrading source. “Well do you want me to spell out your duties?! Fucking get out and go on stage. Your buyers are waiting for you!” he ordered and we each scurried out like defenceless prisoners, awaiting our fate in the hands of those vile men. I never wanted this sort of jo
SARAH I gulped heavily, my hands suddenly shaky and sweat beads forming all around my temple.Daniel looked like he could actually cry or maybe I was just being hyperbolic but he did look teary.My eyes narrowed down to the brooding profile of the mysterious young man that just bought me as he walked right through the crowd and disappeared into the darker part of the hall like a mist.Who was he? The aura that emitted from him was nothing short of scary, authoritative and powerful.Those steel brown eyes held nothing but disgust and contempt as he stared right at me. From the look of things, I was in yet the hands of another cruel, sadistic owner for a tumultuous year.God help me.Daniel was about approaching me on the podium but Mr Dave was quick to drag me away and out of the stage. "You are so lucky..." he grinned from ear to ear, as he took me to the dressing room. That was where I would take my few belongings and bid farewell to this hell of a place. From fry pan to fire."
SARAH"I beg your pardon?" I asked flabbergasted by his outrageous request.How could he possibly expect me to go naked for him? Just like that? Am I a thing or a property of his?"Was I speaking Latin when I said it? Or are you just stupid and disobedient?" Mr Romano tilted his head to the side, his eyes wandering around the crook of my neck. "I am not doing such sir" I refused, clutching on to my dress tight like it could vanish any moment."Penso che mi piaccia questo..." he chuckled darkly, apparently smitten by my defiance."And why won't you? Have you forgotten I bought you?" He rhetorically asked, his tone gravely low."Have you forgotten I own you now! You worthless piece of trash!" He suddenly yelled, almost making me jump out of my skin.I shuddered and tears brewed up in my ears. His grip on my throat was unwavering, tightening with each passing second. He was slowly choking me.Me? Worthless? Trash?"I am not trash sir but a maid meant to serve you and you do not own me y
SARAH I slumped my back against the cold leather seats of the limousine, my eyes narrowing to the tinted glasses the moment the car geared to life. Mr Emilio sat close to me but not too close that he could reach me. I took side glances of him, making sure as little as my dress didn't come in contact with his skin. So many people had something to say about this man.To my colleagues at work; this man was a sex addict, to Mr Dave; he was filthy rich and to Mr Daniel; he was a dangerous man that shouldn't be toyed with. All these coupled with the way he actually treated me when we were alone in the lounge made me as frightened as ever. Oh God, why didn't it get to be Daniel who bought me and not this Mr Romano? I could be sitting close to a serial killer, a criminal, a rapist, a murderer and the list goes on.Man I'm screwed. I noticed him move an inch closer to where I sat and my breathing got stumped in my throat.As if noticing the internal effect his proximity had on me, E
SARAH I woke to the sound of a mild persistent knock on my door. I grumbled to myself and used a pillow to cover my ears, hoping whoever that was knocking would just leave or walk in right away but neither of what I wanted happened. Annoyed, I shot up from the soft bed and yawned, "who is it? Come in"Could it be Emilio? No I doubt. If it was that arrogant man he wouldn't need to knock before barging into my room.The door was slowly pushed open revealing the warm features of a different maid, different from the one that showed me to my room last night. "Goodmorning miss, Mr Emilio asks for your presence in his room right now" she informed me.He needs me in his room? For what reason? My mind took a walk down memory lane, to last night when he ordered me to get naked for him in the lounge and I quickly shook the thought away.She turned to leave but I quickly called her back, "Excuse me please..." "Anything I can do for you Miss Sarah?" She smiled."Uhm did he say what he wanted
SARAH Time flew really slow in this mansion and I was still getting to know my way around. After the incident with Emilio in the morning, I never saw him again. I was later told by Grace that he had left for work. I was eternally grateful for that. I just can not stand that man! I have never seen a more vain, selfish and wicked man ever in my life. With Emilio gone, the mansion seemed safer and had an air of freedom all around it.So I did a bit of exploring around the mansion to while away the day. There was nothing else I could do. I tried assisting the maids in the house chores but they refused because Emilio had given them strict instructions on not to involve me in the house chores except he ordered it.There was nothing I could do to alter his rule or their minds so I complied. I discovered a broad but cozy library at the uppermost floor of the mansion with shelves reaching to the ceiling. Plush sofas were scattered all around, surrounded by the comforting scent of aged
SARAH The morning came with an air of melancholy for me. I was up early. Well I did not get much sleep last night. I had cried myself to sleep and I could barely stay asleep for more than an hour.Because every now and then I kept on having scary dreams of Emilio either killing me or molesting me.And I'd always wake up with a terrible fright,a palpitating heart accompanied by numerous sweat beads coating my forehead even though the room was cold.I still can't fathom who called me yesterday?I made sure to delete everyone's number and I don't even give out my numbers to strangers so who could it be? I had just less than twenty contacts on my phone and majority were just numbers of the people who offered house hold services such as the plumber, laundryman, delivery guy and so on.I barely had friends or time to even make friends. The only friend I knew was Sofia.And I could tell that wasn't her number. I knew my brother's and grandma's number by heart so it wasn't theirs either. I h