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.
"And why do you say so?" I scoffed.
"Because that man is one of our most wealthiest partners. He barely comes here but when he does, he pays such a huge amount. He got you for thirty million! Imagine how much I'd pay you and how much he might generously give you in between that one year of working for him"
His inflection when he mentioned 'generously' gave me frightening chills. That man did not look like a man that gave out free things and especially not money. Nothing free was given in this world and not to me. I've learnt that the hard way.
But I guess he was right. Given how sly and greedy Dave is, he would probably give me about five million out of it.
That should be enough to cover my brother's tuition and grandma's bills.Hopefully.Quickly, Dave shoved me into the dressing room, "I'll be back with the contract papers. Be ready before then!" He yelled harshly.
I rolled my eyes and let out a hiss. Barely a minute had gone by when the door swung open and three girls walked in giggling to themselves. They were my colleagues but we were more of acquaintances than friends.
Sofia was my only true friend.They were not up for auctioning tonight. Maybe tomorrow."So princess, we heard who bought you tonight" one whom everyone referred to as Queen B said, twisting a strand of her curly ginger hair around her index finger.
"Yes. He looks frightening" I replied, packing up my things and clearly not interested in whatever they were to say.
"You are so lucky damn. He bought me three years ago and man I enjoyed every bit of him. I wish he would keep me forever. I'd never need to work but he is such a dickhead and he never repeats girls" another groaned, causing them to titter.
So my guts were right after all. God please I can not go through another trauma of sexual abuse."Listen..." Queen B pulled me by the arm. "You are so lucky and you have no idea. He is so damn rich and powerful. And fuck on bed,..." she sang eulogies of him.
I yanked my hands away from hers, irritation playing on my face,"How can you talk about all these with no shame? You easily opened your legs for him. Do you realise he would put you all as part of the trophies he got for free? How can you even be so happy telling me this? And you can't say you weren't physically abused over there!"
"Hey! You little brat!" The third girl sneered, "Do not lecture us about shame. Because you are exactly like us!"
"I am not like you!" I protested.
"Lie to yourself more and more" the second gave me a saucy look.
"And if you aren't like one of us, then why are you here? Fuck the farcade shit Mr Dave and his minions are playing on how they offer us as maids to families in need of maids. We all know this is a lowkey sex trade. And you are part of it. Yet you lecture us about shame? We are better than you do you know that?" Queen B mocked me."Oh really?" I laughed.
"Yes. Because unlike you we come out clean and we don't hide what we do. We accept our job and we do it. That's our source of living and providing for our families but you? You hide what you are and you go about carrying yourself like a saint! Like you haven't been fucked like the whore that you are!"
In the blink of an eye, I slapped Queen B so hard that she fell back, causing gasps to leave the parted lips of her friends.
"Don't you ever call me a whore you got that? Just because you do it doesn't mean everyone else does it!" I warned."How dare you!" She attempted to hit me but Mr Dave walked in right on time causing her fist to hang in mid air.
"What in the world is going on here?" He asked astonished.The atmosphere was tensed, our dagger eyes glaring at each other.
"Ask your buttercup" Queen B scoffed before walking away angrily with her counterparts.For some reasons unknown to me, Mr Dave was always lenient and never raised his voice at her. She seemed to be his favourite out of the hundreds of girls here.
Well it was none of my business anyway."Fuck all that. Anyways sign these papers. They aren't new to you. Afterwards I'd send it to your new owner to sign it too" Mr Dave demanded brushing away Queen B's rudeness.
I sighed and took the papers and pen from his hand, applying my signature in everywhere needed.
"Great" he snatched the papers from my hands almost tearing it. It was like he was eager to send me off. Well the sooner I left, the sooner he got his money."Once he signs it you would officially be his" Mr Dave grinned.
The door swung open again, this time revealing a muscular figure. It was that same guard my new owner instructed to bring me to him.He stood at the entrance of the door, his look intimidating. He was on an all black outfit accompanied by a handgun in his pocket, a dagger and a ski-mask.
"Mr Romano needs you" he said to me, his baritone voice so deep."S-sure. Let me just pack..."
"Now. He doesn't like to be kept waiting" He sharply cut me short, his voice exuding a command one would not want to disobey.
I gulped hard."Ofcourse. Sarah go now" Mr Dave spoke on my behalf, oblivious of the discomfort I was passing through.
Taking in deep breaths, I walked out the door with him.We walked through the dark hallway, taking multiple twists and turns until we got in front of a beautifully designed red door.
It was one of the private lounges, reserved for the most wealthy individuals who dropped by here once in a while.Pushing the door open for me, I walked in with calculated steps.
The interior was stunning; marble walls and a chandelier in the middle lit up the lounge with soft, beautiful lights. A small podium was placed at the center too.The guard bowed his head and left me with my mysterious owner, closing the door behind him.
Right there, seated on a glittering golden king sized couch was that same man, Mr Romano, as the guard said.He looked more intimidating than the first time I saw him out there in the hall.
My heart drummed so fast and loud that it felt like the entire world could hear it!A wave of silence followed, creating a tornado of emotions within me whilst my heart hammered heavily against my chest.
I accessed his ominous profile as he did so with mine, his eyes literally undressing me. "Come closer gattina" he huskily rasped, puffing out cigarette smoke from his mouth whilst twirling his cigar between his slender fingers.I tried to suppress the growing urge to runaway and walk steadily towards him as he sat with legs apart like some sort of king.
The moment I was in close proximity from where he sat, he bit his bottom lips seductively, a dark brooding look in his brown eyes."È una bambola timida e sexy" he throatily groaned.
"What?" I asked, my brows creasing.
He stood up at once, his height towering above my brief stature.Without a heads up, he wrapped a hand around my throat almost making me scream out of fright.
"Shush. Don't make a noise" he placed his index finger across my lips causing me to seal my lips tight.Fuck. What kind of sick man is this!?
Heavens knows I am beyond scared right now but I'd try to mask it up by putting up a brave exterior."What are you doing?" I asked. His grip on my neck grew tighter and I found myself clamouring for air.
"Bella bambola, what is your name?" His accent easily rolled off his tongue. That sounds Italian.
"Sarah sir" I replied, hoping he would let go of my neck.
His lips curved upwards, his sinister smile now evident. "So soft" his minty breath caressed my lips whilst his fingers pulsed warmth on my neck."Get naked for me" he ordered out of the blue.
Hell no!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
SARAH I limped to my room in pain, Emilio's hurtful words still resonating in my ears and taunting me.He called my existence a mistake. My only uncle told me that same thing once when I approached him to help lend a hand to my brother's school bills. I was going to take full responsibility of my education anyway I could but I just needed a helping hand for my brother's. He refused to do so, threatened to shoot me if he ever did see me again and called me a badluck to whoever I was with.As I sat on my bed, I recounted those hurtful words Uncle Mark said to me. According to him my existence was a mistake because my mother was not even meant to marry my father in the first place.She had a richer suitor but she chose my father and when I was born, he lost his job which plunged us into a life of struggle and hardship.And it only aggravated when mum and dad died three years ago. I was just sixteen and Noah was fourteen. How we survived up till now it's truly a miracle. I cried m
SARAH I woke up to an incredibly hungry stomach. I was starving badly and the only thing I had taken since yesterday was water, lots and lots of it.My head spinned, feeling like the weight of a dumbbell and I had the urge to throw up. Placing my feet down, my eyes drifted to the digital clock on the wall. This was 7:30 in the morning.A heavy and tired sigh left my lips. Time to go prepare breakfast and possibly the laundry before going to the supermarket to stock up the house with groceries and dairy products. The running of this house isn't easy, especially not for one hungry person alone. I limped to the bathroom to freshen up and begin the days work. Once out, I quickly applied my body lotion, a body spray and wore my clothes.I contemplated on whether I should fall my hair or pack it up. But I realised that whenever I did pack it up, it made it easier for Emilio to grip me by my hair so I let it fall. As I dressed my bed, the ringing of my phone sliced through the silenc
Sarah sprinted, her legs carrying her away from the boutique. Distance from Emilio was her only goal.Breathless, she weaved through the bustling crowd, accidentally bumping into people and nearly stumbling in her haste to escape Emilio's grasp.Glancing anxiously over her shoulder, she checked for any sign of Emilio in the sea of people. The fear that he might be closing in fueled her urgency.She figured he must have realized her escape by now. If not at this moment, soon enough. But by then, she prayed she'd be well beyond his reach. Sarah had no clue where she was going amidst the bustling crowds."I'm so sorry.""Excuse me. I am truly sorry.""I'm truly, truly sorry," were the words she kept rambling as she navigated through the people, shuffling her feet along the paved walkways.Gradually, her strength waned as she ran, breaths becoming heavy. She paused, anxiety etched on her face as her eyes scanned the surroundings. A sense ofbeing watched crept over her, a chilling feeling