Page 60 of Alessia
“They can hear everything inside this room, except when the shower is on. That’s when we are able to speak. I’m Anna by the way.”
“Hi, I’m Harper. How old are you?”
“I’m thirteen.” She replies, the little deviant glint I saw in her eyes just a minute ago disappeared. She starts to scrub my body with soap and a washcloth, brown water circles the drain. She hands me the shampoo and I wash my hair, feeling better with each second the water cleanses me.
“You’re not from Italy, are you?”
“No, I’m from New York.” She replies with a whisper.
“How did you end up here?” I guess I know the answer but I need to hear it from her, I want to hear it.
“I was taken away a little over a year ago.”
That means she was eleven or twelve when her parents lost her. They must be so worried and scared; they probably think she’s dead.
I rinsethe soap from my hair and Anna hands me a towel. I dry myself off and put on a robe. She shakes her head. Oh yeah right, I needed to be naked. Anxiety settles in my core. I look at Anna, unbelievable sorrow fills my soul. I need to get us out of here.
A knock sounds on the door before it swings open. Anna fixes her gaze on the tile floor and bows her head.
“You, new girl, get over here. Master is waiting for you.”
My feet feel like lead but I manage to walk to him. He has those cuffs with him again and twirls his finger at me, gesturing to turn around. I put my hand behind my back and I feel the cold cuffs around my wrists and neck. He leads me down the corridor back to the hall I was first brought to. Gianni and Manchini stand in the middle of the hall, waiting for me. Both are wearing only their suit pants. If I wouldn’t hate them with every fiber of my being, I would consider them attractive, but now all I see is the blinding hatred for these men.
“Kneel and keep your head down. You don’t look at us unless we tell you to.” Gianni orders.
Doubt settles in, I know what’s coming next and I want to scream.
Run.
Fight.
Kill.
But if I want to find a way out for me, Anna and who knows how many more girls I must sacrifice myself. I must endure whatever they do to me. I try to turn off any emotion I feel.
I’ll do as they ask and I will find a way.
I sink to my knees and bow my head; Gianni comes to stand behind me and pets my still damp hair.
“Good girl. I knew you would comply.” His fingers grip my hair and he pulls my head back. My scalp stings from the force of which he’s holding me.
“Spread your legs, whore.” Manchini’s voice echoes through me and I slide my legs apart, only a little bit.
His hands roam my body, feeling every part of me and he stills when they reach my crotch, sliding his fingers into me.
Gianni releases my hair and kneels behind me. He presses his bulge against my cuffed hands and I feel his hot breath at the nape of my neck.
“Squeeze my dick, you filthy bitch. Get familiar with what I’m going to give to you.” He hisses.
Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think. I keep repeating it in my head. I try to calm myself and take a few calming breaths before my hands contract and squeeze his bulge. Everything inside me screams to stop.
I hear Manchini’s zipper slide down and he pulls his dick out. I take a second to look at it. Trying to come off as if I’m enjoying this, trying to be what they want me to be. I can’t help but smirk a little when I see the ‘goods’ he’s working with. It doesn’t surprise me that a man, who has to kidnap and sell women, has one of the smallest dicks I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of them in my time as a nurse.
“I heard you gave a pretty good blowjob to Gianni’s men. Let’s see what you are capable off.” He’s practically salivating at the thought of it.
I nod and open my mouth; he violently trusts his dick into me and I gag when his dick hits the back of my throat.
“Hmmm, good little slut. Now open Gianni’s zipper and pull his dick out.”
