CHAPTER THIRTEEN

18:30 '' Thompson's Mansion '' Kitchen '' New York '' USA.

Elisabeth

I wake up with some pains through my body, sighing. I look around the room and soon memories come to mind.

“Fuck, I really shouldn't have teased him. '' I think to myself.

I try to sit up, letting out a groan of pain.

Shit, what a fucking pain!

I take a deep breath and manage to sit up, my butt still hurting and I squeeze my eyes tightly. I stand still for a while and put my feet on the floor, I manage to have an upward momentum and it makes me smile, but soon my legs falter and I face the floor.

'' Crap! I snort, irritated.

Soon the door is opened by Mr. Dylan who, when he sees me, throws a smile.

'' Good morning my love. '' Says, with mockery.

Fucking bastard!

'' Day! '' I answer harshly and he stops in time to smile.

"Do you want to continue what we were doing earlier?" Because I would love to continue. '' Speak coldly and it makes me swallow hard.

“M''m''I'm sorry. I say, lowering my head.

“That's great. '' He approaches me and picks me up, since I really won't be able to walk straight.

He carries me into the bathroom, sits me on the toilet seat and walks to the bathtub, turning on the faucet and letting it fill. Come back to me and pull your shirt off my body. I decide not to say anything so as not to irritate the beast and also because my body can't take it anymore. Soon, he takes me to the bathtub and as soon as my body makes contact with the water, I let out a groan of pain, because my body burned a lot.

“H''Hurts. I whimper, making him roll his eyes.

'' Relax your body and stop the drama. '' Talk, being thick as always.

'' When I'm rude, you think it's bad. '' I snapped, sulking.

'' I speak as I please because you are nothing more than a simple maid.

Hearing those words hurt me so much, I even feel a lump in my throat, but I won't cry in front of him again.

I let him wash me and we don't say anything else, because I might end up crying over this. He picks me up once more and carries me back to the bedroom, sets me down on the floor and I stay still while he picks me up and dries me, then carries me over to the bed, laying me down on my stomach.

I sigh when I feel the ointment on my buttocks, he also rubs it on my thighs and when he finishes applying it, he leaves, probably to get me some clothes.

I don't say anything, keeping to myself, because I might cry. I was too stupid to give myself to Lorenzo, now I'm weak to them, they have complete control over me. I don't want to suffer anymore, so I'd better quit my job and move on, build a new life away from this house, away from these men.

The door is opened by Mr. Lorenzo, carrying in his hands a dress with some very baggy shorts of mine, at least he thought of something good, because I wouldn't even be able to wear panties.

'' How it feels? he asks, approaching me.

'' Pain… I feel a lot of pain. I reply in a cracking voice, I'm not going to cry.

'' How are you my angel? '' His face is worried.

“Yes, I'm fine, sir. I just want to be alone, please. '' I mean, a little thick.

He lets out a sigh and nods in agreement.

“Anything can call one of us. '' He puts my clothes on the bed and walks away, leaving me alone again.

I can't even hold back my tears anymore, I bury my face in the mattress and start sobbing from crying so much. I want to leave this place, I want them to leave me alone.

I cry so much that I end up falling asleep without realizing it.

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20:30 '' Thompson's Mansion '' Kitchen '' New York '' USA.

I open my eyes and try to sit up in bed. I sigh, manage to get up, even in pain, and walk in slow steps to Mr. Dylan. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, seeing how wrecked I am. I need another bath. I turn on the shower and complain of pain when the water hits my body.

I keep thinking about the things that happened to me. First I was punished for breaking the main house rule, then I was allowed to see the bosses' faces, I lost my virginity to Mr. Lorenzo and I'm treated like a simple employee. Once again I was punished by Mr. Dylan and now I am absolutely sure that I am nothing more than a servant to them, because the only thing they want from me is to have sex for free, period.

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I leave the room after getting dressed and walk down the hall with some difficulty, but I'm not going to ask anyone for help. I go downstairs not finding anyone, not even the maids, which is very strange.

They must be fucking the maids!

I walk into the kitchen and I don't see anyone either, I reach into the cupboard and grab the box of cereal, I really love cereal so much. I take a plate and pour a lot on the plate, and look for the milk to add to the portion. I sit down at the counter and start eating with some difficulty, because my butt is hurting so much.

Where are these whores?

I inhale deeply and resolve to try and forget about it, they must be eating them somewhere.

“So this is where it was. I look at the person who spoke, finding Mr. Alex.

“And where else would I be, sir?” I ask, not taking my eyes off him.

“We thought you left the house without our permission. '' I decide not to hit back. Now that's it, even to go out I have to ask them for permission. "Did Dylan hit you too hard?" '' Questions, watching my thighs, seeing the marks your brother left on me.

'' Still question? ' I ask sharply.

“Look how you talk to me, Elisabeth, I'm still your boss. '' Speak coldly. I roll my eyes and then feel a burning sensation on my left cheek. Did he just slap me? “Next time you roll your eyes at me, I'm going to punish you, understand? '' Say it, rude.

'' Yes sir. '' I answer reluctantly.

Why does this only happen to me?

'' Excellent. He walks out of the kitchen, leaving me alone again with my face burning.

I want to leave this place, I can't stand being treated like a submissive puppy by them anymore. I realize I'm crying and take a deep breath as I wipe my tears, I don't want to cry again.

“Why are you crying, Elisa?” I lift my head, aiming at Thomas.

'' Anything. I reply, wiping away the tears.

“Tell me what happened. “Hold my face carefully.

“W''w''why are you doing this to me? '' I inquire, no longer taking it anymore. I let the tears run down my cheeks.

'' What? '' Question, confused.

“Why just me?” I yell, not caring about anything else. '' Why, among so many servants in this house, was I chosen for this? '' I get up from the counter, furious.

'' Elisa…

"Elisa nothing!" '' I interrupt him. "Elisa nothing!" You hit me, you treat me like I'm a puppy to you. It hurts, you know? It hurts to be treated like a nobody, it hurts a lot. “I see the others come into the kitchen, but I don't care and I keep yelling. “If you want fun, go find someone else and not me. If you like this BDSM thing, that's fine, I don't judge, but I'm not obliged to accept what you do to me, I don't feel pleasure in pain, I'm afraid, so look for someone else who accepts and likes these things. I spit the words out and leave, before bumping Mr. Dylan. '' One more thing. “I get their attention. '' I quit!

I run to my room in a rage and look for my cell phone on the desk, already looking for an apartment with a cheap price.

"You're not going anywhere!" '' Speak Mr. Christopher storming into the room, irritated.

"You don't order me!" And I'm outta here, yeah!

“Don't tease me, Elisa, you're not leaving here. “Get closer to me. '' Do you know why?

'' Why? I cross my arms defensively.

“Because you are ours! '' He sticks our bodies together and I try to detach myself from him. "You're not going anywhere, you're our girl!"

'' I'm fucking none of you, don't treat me like property because I'm not and I'm not your sex object either. '' I push him hard. “I'm leaving, whether you like it or not.

“I didn't want to do this, but you asked, Elisa. ’ he says, pulling away from me.

'' What? '' I ask without understanding.

Christopher doesn't answer and walks to the door, making my eyes widen.

“Don't you dare, Christopher! I yell and he gives me a smile.

“We'll take care of what's ours, so we'll take care of you.

I run to him, but it's too late as the door is locked.

“Christopher, open this door!” '' I kick against the wood.

“You chose this, then we'll bring your food.

“Fuck you, Christopher! I give one more kick and lean my forehead against the door. “I hate you,” I whisper, exhausted.

Why does this only happen to me?