I woke up with a sense of despair, dreading the day ahead. It was my birthday, the anniversary of my enslavement. Tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled my parents selling me into slavery. I remembered the cold floor of the slave ship that brought me to Italy like it was yesterday. I wiped away my tears and stood up, glancing around my room. Emily was nowhere to be found, probably busy in the kitchen. With no early morning chores and Master Romario still away, I decided to search for her.As I walked to the kitchen, I forced fake smiles in response to the warm greetings from the other servants. Most of them were unaware it was my birthday, and I didn't plan on sharing that with them. Upon reaching the kitchen and slave dining area, I couldn't find Emily or any of the others. Resigned to spending the morning alone, I recalled the painful memories of my past birthdays. My mom would beat me and force me to silence, blaming me for our family's misfortunes. I sighed, opening my room door
Allison and her mother locked eyes, Allison's nervousness contrasting with her mother's shock and disdain. Her mother rubbed her nose, composing herself before speaking harshly, "What the hell are you doing here?" Allison took a step back, attempting to explain, "I wanted to see..." but her mother cut her off with a scream."You're a slave now, Allison!" her mother exclaimed, her annoyance palpable. Before Allison could respond, her father emerged to investigate the commotion. "Allison?" he asked, shocked, and Allison nodded with a small smile. "Come in," he invited, while her mother glared at him before rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath.Allison entered the house, telling Ken to wait outside, knowing should first talk to her family alone before inviting him in. As she stepped into the parlor, she felt a sense of familiarity and comfort wash over her. The house was just as she remembered it. Her father, who had apparently just returned from work at the bank, sat down to
Romario POVI'd been in Mexico for weeks, finalizing deals and attending meetings. But the call from my pet caught me off guard. Today's her birthday, and her request was surprisingly bold. I needed Ken to accompany her, as she might try to escape again - a thought that amused me.But my amusement was short-lived, as I realized I was still in a meeting with the Mafia panel. Jose's stern gaze brought me back to attention. "Is anything about what I just said funny, Mr. Romario?" he asked gruffly. I quickly composed myself. "No, sir."Jose continued discussing Officer Naveen Kumar, who had successfully taken down drug lords and was closing in on us. But I wasn't worried. It was unusual for Jose to lead this meeting, as my father typically handled such matters. Since the Venita incident, however, my father had been avoiding Jose, who seemed increasingly hostile towards us.As the meeting concluded, Jose signaled for me to follow him. We walked to his car, where he instructed me to pass a
Allison's eyes fluttered open to find herself in Romario's arms, his warm breath on her neck. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and she couldn't believe what she had done. She tried to slip out of his embrace, but Romario held her tighter. She poked him, and when he stirred, she feigned sleep. Romario chuckled, aware she was awake. "Come on, pet, you were quite courageous last night," he teased, ruffling her hair. Allison burrowed deeper into the blanket, embarrassed.Romario left the bed, whistling as he began his morning routine. In the mirror, he spotted bite marks and a hickey on his chest and neck. He laughed, surprised he didn't mind the marks from his pet. Usually, he disliked such displays of "ownership." Allison seized the moment to make a quick exit, but the door was locked. "Going somewhere, pet?" Romario asked, his sinister smirk making her flush pink as she recalled the master's dominant yet gentle kiss. "We need to talk about yesterday," Romario said, his to
Allison's POVThings had been progressing surprisingly well between Master Romario and me. He was being exceptionally nice, which seemed suspicious, but I decided to enjoy it while it lasted. As part of my morning duties, I went to his room to help him get dressed. After knocking several times, he casually strolled in, wearing only a towel around his waist, revealing his chiseled, tattooed chest. "My face is right here, pet," he teased, stepping aside to let me in. I blushed heavily as I entered and sat on the couch.Romario selected a shirt from his closet and asked me to choose a tie. I picked the black one, which made him look more intimidating. As I helped him with the tie, he stared at me intensely, making me swallow hard. He wore his shoes and seemed attractive, which caught me off guard."Come here, pet," he commanded, and I forced myself to walk over to him. He pulled me onto his lap, hugging me tightly as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His hot breath on my skin f
The tension was palpable as the two women stared at each other in shock and in concern. Allison couldn't believe it that the friend she made at the slave ship was standing right in front of her.“How are you?” They both said in unison before Number 10 burst out laughing nervously, Allison took in her appearance, she had bruises all over her face. Allison stepped closer to her and instructed number 10 to face the sink as she washed the blood out of her hair. Number 10 occasionally winced in pain, Allison muttered sorry before finishing. She washed her hands quickly using the hand towels hanging close to the sink to clean her hand and dry number 10 forehead.“Thanks” Number 10 muttered before looking at her feet nervously, “how are you?” She said again with a small smile. “Fine, I would have asked you the same question but I can see you're not fine ” Allison said as she pulled Number 10 into a hug, Number 10 shuddered before bursting into tears. Romario turned to tell Allison that it w
Allison woke up the next morning to an empty bed, it seemed like the master had already gone to work. Her body ached but she ignored it as she stood up to head back to her room. As Allison headed to the slave quarters, Allison saw Namiro sitting at the dining table, looking smug as she glared at her. She bowed and quickly passed by, her head down, and entered her room, slamming the door behind her. Her friends, Emily and Anastasia, greeted her in unison, but Allison could sense a tone in Anastasia's voice that meant she had been the topic of conversation before she walked in. Allison returned their greetings and climbed into her bunk bed, exhausted from the day's events. The sound of rain pounding outside was a welcome relief, as it meant she didn't have to water the garden anymore.Emily and Anastasia continued their playful banter, teasing each other, but Allison wasn't in the mood for jokes. Her thoughts drifted to Number 10, who was still in the hospital, and she wondered how sh
Allison's eyes widened in shock, her body flinching as if struck by an invisible force. Kate, her sister, stood before her, a sly smile spreading across her face. The room seemed to hold its breath as Kate whispered, her voice dripping with malice, "Hello, sis." The words sent a shiver down Allison's spine as Kate's hot breath grazed her ear.Kate's eyes gleamed with a knowing glint, her gaze piercing through Allison like a dagger. The sisters' shared history hung in the air, a heavy tension that threatened to suffocate. Allison's mind raced back to the memories she had tried to forget, the pain and suffering Kate had inflicted upon her.With a smug look, Kate glided past Allison, her movements graceful and calculated. The room seemed to exhale as she moved further into the space, her presence commanding attention. Romario's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between the two women sensing the turmoil beneath the surface."We've been waiting for you," Leonardo said, rising from his seat