Page 59 of Alessia
Iwake up the next morning to the sound of the locks being turned, quickly I sit up in bed and press myself in the corner of the room. The same guy as always with the neck tattoo walks in and sets my breakfast on the table. Instead of walking away he walks over to me and strokes his fingers through my hair and then one hand slides over my throat where he applies a little pressure.
“You where such a good little slut yesterday.”
Silent tears glide down my cheeks. He looks at me and I can see a wicked glint in his eyes while he scans my face. I just look back at him, afraid to do anything, afraid to speak.
“I hope you can still taste my cum in your mouth.” Then he licks my cheek before he walks away and locks the door. I let out a scream of anger and disgust before I sob uncontrollably.
It’s not nearly time for dinner when the door opens again. A different guy than usual steps inside and holds out a pair of weird looking cuffs.
“Standup and hands on your back.”
I can’t help but ask, “Why?”
“You’re being transferred.”
My mind races. Is that a good thing? Will it be better over there? Is this an opportunity for Alessia to spot me on one of the cameras? A thousand questions flood my mind. I put my hands behind my back and the minion puts on the pair of cuffs. There’s a larger third cuff attached to the handcuffs, which he fastens around my neck and on the front, he hooks a chain.
“Master Bianchi likes it when his girls are tied appropriately when we bring them to him.”
His girls? Them? Master? What the fuck! The guy takes me out into the hallway and we walk downstairs. It’s the first time I’m outside my room without a blindfold and I try to take in as many details as possible. There are six doors on the first floor, all with the same kind of locks on them as my room had. The floor below it has three doors, one of them is open and I see a bathroom. We walk down to the bottom floor where there’s a little seating area and a kitchen, it looks old, rustic and just like I would picture an Italian home would look like. When we walk outside, I’m greeted with a fine summer breeze. I stand and lift my head to the sun. It’s been days since I’ve felt the sun or felt the wind in my hair and I just want to stand here and feel.
My moment of peace is abruptly disturbed by a tug on the chain attached to my neck.
“Keep walking, Master is waiting for you.”
He shoves me in the back of a van and attaches his end of the chain to a hook on the floor of the van before he closes the doors. I’m surrounded by darkness.
It feels like hours have passed before the van stops and the back doors open. My eyes need time to adjust to the light but before I’m able to, I get pulled from the van by the chain. I try to steady myself but with my hands behind my back I fail and fall to my knees, sharp rocks dig into them. Strong arms haul me up to my feet and I’m brought inside. We walk through a long corridor with high ceilings, marble on the floors and walls with huge stain glass windows. All the windows have images that portray a piece of the bible. Have they brought me to a church? We stand still at enormous oak double doors that stand at the end of the corridor and one of the men knocks.
“Entrare.” A man behind the door says before we walk through them. The voice sounds familiar. When I lift my head to see who the voice belongs too, I’m face to face with Gianni and looking into the eyes of someone I thought to be an ally of Alessia.
“You?” My throat closes up.
The man laughs, “Yes Harper, surprise surprise.” Manchini says ominously .
“Alessia is your friend, your leader. How…Why…” I struggle to find the words that make sense of this.
“Oh, Alessia still thinks I’m her friend and loyal subject. She doesn’t know that I know where you are. Trust me, she did ask for my help though, don’t you worry. I just send her monkey Elioon a wild goose chase in New York, which will keep them busy.”
Gianni laughs and walks over to me. He takes the chain from his minion and pulls me closer to him.
“So as long as Alessia is searching for you, we get to have a little more fun with you. You know, test the product. I heard that my men had a good trial run with you last night after I left.”
“If you want to keep your dicks, I suggest you keep them in your pants.” That earns me a fist to the cheek again, just like last night.
“We need to work on that filthy mouth of yours.” Gianni says condescending. “Whores must be seen and felt, not heard. I can’t possibly sell you to my associates when you speak to them like that.”
No, no, no.
“You! Take her away and wash her. I want her back here, naked on this very spot, within twenty minutes.” Manchini bellows at one of his men. Then he turns to me.
“You start your training today, my love.”
“My training?”
“Yes. You’ll have two weeks before we sell you to the highest bidder. You need to be compliant and submissive by then. Gianni and I will start with you before we hand you over to our men.” He grips my throat and kisses me. Bile and anger rise up in me. He releases me roughly before his men take me away. They take me to one of the doors left of the one I came through and walk into a narrow hallway. At the third door we stop and one of the minions knocks. They remove the cuffs and when the door opens, I’m greeted by steam and the scent of lavender. I didn’t even notice how much I smelled after a week of being held captive until the lavender hit my senses. The minions push me through the door and inside stands a girl, she can’t be much older than fourteen. The door closes behind me and we are left standing at each other.
“Hi, I’m H—”, The girl quickly covers my mouth and steers me towards the shower. She holds her finger to her lips in a quieting gesture. Once the shower is turned on and my clothes are stripped from my body she shoves me under the spray. It’s then that she whispers.
