Alessio
“Just because I have agreed to you meeting your friend, doesn’t mean I will allow you to talk back to me.” I grab a handful of her hair to angle her head back. “I am still the one in charge.” Catherine holds back a roll of her eyes but I see it. She’s getting bratty!
“Okay.” She shakes her head in an attempt to have me let go. Instead I harden my grip and she gasps. I smirk at her before I bend down to kiss her lips. I am lost the second my tongue delves into her mouth. I don’t kiss her nearly enough. Have I ever kissed her? I can’t even remember right now. I never want to stop now that I have. I pull her hair harder and she lets out a gasping moan. Fuck, she’s so perfect, beautiful, gorgeus, tasty…
CatherineMy whole body hurts the day after my trip to the hospital. Alessio, Franco and Nino kept me busy for hours. I think I passed out several times only to be brought back by one of them fucking me like no tomorrow. They made sure to be careful of my left arm and my stomach. They didn’t want my cuts to reopen and of course they wouldn’t want to risk hurting the baby. That doesn't mean they were lenient. They used just about every whip, tool or toy on me as they tortured me, fucked me, pleasured me.I shiver at the memory of the night. The pain as they beat me. The pleasure the pain resulted in. I guess Alessio is right about me being a pain junkie. But I always feel like I should be punished. Punished for being fat. Punished for being not pretty enough. Punished for being me, for existing. The thought
CatherineI have no idea where the time went but suddenly we are at the end of october. The warm air has evaporated and been replaced by cold and rain. Alessio has kept his promise of punishing me until I have atoned for my crimes. Every night he ties me up and whips me. Most nights it’s only him and me but sometimes Nino or Franco or both of them join. I’m not sure how I feel about it all, but at least I don’t think about hurting myself. I receive enough pain from them.Today the sky is overcast with dark gray clouds that promise rain and possibly thunder. Not that it matters that much. We are in the car on our way to Chicago. I find it relaxing and cozy to ride a car in the rain, as long as I’m not the one driving. We are going to a baptizing of some other mafia boss’ children. He and his wife
Catherine“This was my room when I first came here.” Marissa throws herself on the bed with a sigh and looks up at the ceiling. I walk over to the large windows to look out on the view. “To think that was less than a year ago.” I turn to her with curiosity. “I didn’t come here of my own free will. Antonio brought me here after my parents failed to pay a debt of ten million dollars to him. The contract they signed stated that he had the right to take me if they didn’t pay.”“Oh. That must have been horrible.” I can’t even imagine the thought of my parents selling me.“Hm. Yeah. It was. I was angry and confused.” She is silent as she looks up at the ceiling. “Antonio was nice to me tho
CatherineIt all happened so fast. The honking of a car. The screeching of tires. The shattering of glass. The crinkling of metal. Then there was silence. No humming from the motor. No swishing of the air passing by. Only silence.I blinked my eyes open to see the devastation in front of me. The car is still upright, but that's the end of normality. The front windshield was smashed in and a long metal pipe was run right through the driver’s chest. I followed the pipe with my eyes as it tore through the driver’s seat and into the side of Alessio’s abdomen. I gasp and feel a piercing sting on the left side of my chest. Looking down at myself I can’t see any visible injuries. My head hurt and so does my chest where the belt has dug in.I f
It has been five years since Catherine escaped from Alessio. She now lives under a different name, Mariah Smith, in sunny California together with her son, Nicholas. It is not an easy life living from paycheck to paycheck, but she gets by, working as a store clerk in a big supermarket. All that matters is that she is free and that her son is healthy and happy. Nicholas is her life, her one true happiness.She only has one fear which tears at her insides every day, that Alessio is going to find them. There has been no indication that he knows where she is. Still there is a worry inside her that she never can shake off. Especially recently. It feels like someone is watching her and then strange things start to happen. She gets gifts sent to her door, a man befriends Nicholas in the park and things disappear from her home.Could i
Mariah (Catherine)The sun is glaring down at me as I make my way towards the daycare center a few blocks from my home. As I step through the front gate my small bundle of joy comes running up to me and throws his arms around me.“Mommy!”“Hi my love! How has your day been?” I crouch down and take him into my arms to give him a tight hug.“Jason ruined my painting.” He pouts at me. His brilliant blue eyes are filled with mock sadness. His eyes are the only thing he got from me. The rest is a copy of his father. His dark hair, his tanned skin and his lean and tall build. Okay that his tall build can come from me as well, seeing that I am tall
Mariah (Catherine)Me and Leonnie were sitting on the park bench in the shadows watching our boys play. The three of them are thick as thieves and most times everything goes smoothly. That is until Nick decided that he wants to be in charge instead of William. William is the oldest at six years old and his brother Harold is four like Nick. They all attend the same daycare and that’s how Leonnie and I met and became friends.Leonnie, short for Leonore, is my only friend. I don't dare to have too many relationships, It would be too painful for both me and them if I ever need to pack up and leave. Not that I have had to do that for over three years now. The chance of Alessio finding me will forever be there. I know that Alessio didn’t die in that car crash. I read the news articles that followed. How he was critical
Mariah (Catherine)“Mariah!” Mr. Gong’s whiney voice calls from the end of the aisle. I sigh and clench my jaw. Today has been a real Mariah day. Mr. Gong seems to never get enough of calling my name. I scold my face into a pleasant smile and turn towards him.“Yes, Mr. Gong?” He is looking at me with a frown on his wrinkly face.“I thought I told you to move the Mr. Clean to the corner shelf so more customers will see it. It is on sale!” As if I don’t already know this.“Yes you did. But before that you told me to arrange the toilet paper after a customer knocked the shelf down, then to mop up a broken jar in aisle three and then to clean up this shelf.” I keep my smile polite and sweet as I tell him of all the extra chores he has given me today. His frown deepens.“Then why haven’t you done all that?” I close my eyes and count backwards from ten.“I have arranged the toilet paper and cleaned up in aisle three. Right now I’m cleaning up on the shelf to make it look presentable, as I’