The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on Allison's features. Her eyes fluttered open, a disoriented haze clouding her mind as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. The heavy weight of her master's body pressed against her, a stark reminder of last night's brutal events.Her body throbbed with pain, each movement sending a fresh wave of agony coursing through her veins. Biting her lip, she fought against the tears that threatened to spill forth, refusing to give into the despair that threatened to overwhelm her.With each passing moment, Allison's fury and humiliation mounted. She squirmed against his hold, her muscles straining against his grip as she desperately sought to escape his clutches. But Romario held fast, his arms like steel bands that refused to relent. Finally, he stirred, his eyes flickering open to meet her glare. Without a word, he pressed his lips to her forehead, the gesture a mockery of affection. Allison recoiled,

The three Masters exchanged nervous glances, their faces etched with uncertainty and fear for the first time. "Wake up all the slaves!" Terrone yelled at Leonardo, his voice laced with urgency. "Tell the men to lock down the house and bring the weapons!" he growled at Romario.Romario, still in shock, rushed to the guards outside. "Lock down the house! Make sure no one comes in or out!" he screamed, and the guards nodded and sprang into action. As Romario watched, the mansion's lights flickered on, and servants scurried to hide the illicit substances that could land them in jail.He raced back to his father, who was barking orders at the guards to move faster. "We can't find the person behind the message - it's like they vanished into thin air!" Terrone exclaimed, frustration etched on his face. Romario nodded. "We'll deal with that later. For now, let's make sure we don't end up in prison."Romario dashed to his room to clear out his weapons, while Leonardo instructed the servants to

It's been weeks since the police visited the mansion, and the masters' bad mood had been palpable, casting a tense atmosphere over the entire estate. Everyone was on edge, walking on eggshells around the masters, and I was no exception. Emily's behavior towards me had changed dramatically; she watched my every move with an eagle eye, making me feel uneasy and uncomfortable.The head maid's harsh words snapped us back to work, and we continued planting maize grains under the scorching sun. I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, my body aching from the physical labor."Allison, please hurry up; I hate that we're always the last to finish," Rosita whispered, wiping the sweat from her face. Rosita had become a sort of friend, but I sensed we were only acquaintances, bound together by our shared struggles in the mansion.As we worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, trapped in a web of tension and suspicion. The masters' anger, Emily's watchful gaze, and the head maid's cr

They locked eyes, the weight of Allison's words hanging heavy in the air. Her sobs echoed through the room, and Romario's expression twisted into a cruel grin. "I can't," he muttered, his voice laced with malice, as he helped her up. "You'll always be a slave, Allison. Even if you take your own life, you'll just be another slave who died. Your branding is permanent, and so is your status." He emphasized the harsh reality, his words piercing her soul like a dagger.Allison shuddered in despair as Romario carried her to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. He gently placed her inside, and an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Romario washed her with a surprising gentleness, and Allison didn't cry or protest, numbness consuming her. He quickly dressed her in his oversized T-shirt and pants, which swallowed her tiny frame, making her look like a lost kitten. Romario chuckled, a rare softness creeping into his eyes.As he laid her on the bed, his voice took on a surprisingl

It's been weeks since the fight between Master Terrone and Master Jose, and the tension has been palpable. Mistress Venita, his wife, has been a constant thorn in my side, and I've been feeling the strain. As I mopped the kitchen floor, Emily approached me, her voice soft and cautious. "Hey Allison, the mistress wants to see you." I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. Emily shook her head, "Not my orders, but hers." She chuckled at my pouting face, and I couldn't help but laugh too. This was the fifth time that morning she'd summoned me, and it was always for some trivial task. I couldn't help but feel a growing resentment towards her.I wiped my hands on my apron and made my way to the sitting room, where Mistress Venita sat cross-legged, sipping her wine. Her son Leonardo looked eerily like her, with the same cold, calculating gaze. I bowed my head, feeling a shiver run down my spine as she fixed me with a dangerous glare. The Ndrangheta family was known for their