Catherine My whole body hurts as I wake up the next morning. The punishment I got for taking medicine and my intention to take an emergency birth control pill were… Intense, for a lack of a better word. It turns out Mr. Peccati, or Alessio, which I am to call him at all times, has a secret sexdungeon. Not in the dungeon though. It is located adjourning to his room but with an extra door that comes straight from the corridor. It is a dark room with maroon coloured walls, black tiled floor, dark wooden furniture with details in black leather, silk and metal studs and chains. The windows were draped with black curtain that blocked out all natural light so the only light were the dim ones on the walls or the spots focusing on different torture contraptions. And t

Catherine   I glance up at Dr. Davies when I am sure that Alessio is gone. He is staring with empty eyes at the screen of his computer.   “I’m sorry.” I murmur and he turns his large fearful eyes towards me. His face is ashen with a slight green tint, or it might be the light from the screen making him look green. “I didn’t think he would find out.”   “He always finds out!” His paleness disappears beneath a red flush of anger. “I knew he would so I decided to not buy them for you. I will not risk my life for yours, Dr. Ross. Never ask me to do anything like that, ever again! I will not do it!” I hang my head in shame. I did not mean for him to risk his life. I really didn’t think Alessio would find out. I blink my eyes furiously against the tears that well up. I rea

Catherine   I have to get out of here. Quickly! But how? How will I be able to escape when Pierto is constantly following me? When Alessio has every guard and employee under his thumb? No one will help me. No one dares. It’s either their and their families lives or mine. I would probably choose my family as well. But even though their choices are understandable it still hurts to know that no one here is good enough to take a stranger’s side and help.   Then there is the reason I have to get out as quickly as possible. Sure I am worried about my health and mental status, but what worries me the most is the fact that I like it. I like the way he fucks me. I liked it when he lent me out to Franco and Nino. Nino, who I thought was the kind and gentle one of them but he’s just the same. It never occured to him to refuse raping me

Catherine Pregnant… I am pregnant… I have a fetus gorving in my uterus. Okay. That sounded awfully insentinent, but that is what I’m going for at the moment. I don’t want to think about it as a child. I don’t want the child! Right? My child. I place my hands on the lower part of my stomach. There is a new life growing there. Sure it is still very early and the chance, or risk, of miscarriege is still very high and something I wish for, right?  I sigh and throw myself back on the bed. I have wanted a child for a long time. I want my mom to meet her grandchild before she dies. Not that she will know it’s her grandchild but still. But I wished that it wasn’t that man’s child. Alessio Peccati. The mafia king. A mons

 Catherine It is another slow day at the clinic and I think I’m going mad. I sit at my desk with my head leaned in my hands staring at Dr. Davies as he plays games on his smartphone. I miss my own phone. If I had a phone I could play games as well. Not that I enjoy phone games that much. I wish I could have the internet on my own computer as well. But I am still not trusted with either. The times I need to use the net Pierto always stands behind me inspecting everything I do. Most of all I miss my job. My life. Vanessa and my mom. I have not been allowed to meet my mom since I came here. I asked Alessio about it but he refused me. He doesn’t want me off the premises. It’s not safe!