Eat!

Victoria

Keeping quiet, I nearly fall asleep as I listen to his breathing and the sound of his pen scratching over the paper hastily. The only thing that keeps me from actually falling asleep is his leg casually bobbing up and down from time to time.

I don’t know how much time has passed but suddenly, the door gets thrown open, making him groan.

“Tell the bitch that she has to come down to make dinner,” Daria yells, her nasal voice having my skin crawl.

Domenico must still be concentrating on his paper as his sitting position doesn’t change.

“She is busy,” he growls, making his sister snicker.

I hear the malicious joy in her voice as she takes a few steps into the room. “You pervert!”

She must be jumping like I do as he slams his fist onto his desk. “If you are done playing around, and you folk would stop straining her like this, I could actually be as perverted as I want to. But you keep fucking it up.”

He simply ignores her as she groans annoyed. “And bring my plate up to my room. I have to finish this by tomorrow, and if you keep interrupting me…”

Daria runs out panicky, slamming the door behind her.

“Dickheads,” Domenico murmurs, making myself press into the wall even more.

I had to do a few things for him already that you would consider perverted. But they were never as perverted as he could have gone in those moments. Just as he had me strip or stand into a certain position, he kept telling me how disgusted he was by my skinny body. He kept insulting me and said that I looked like a child because I didn’t eat properly, and he wasn’t a pedophile as I hadn’t developed any curves, not to speak of breasts, even if I was already 17.

But how was this my fault if I didn’t get anything to eat?

It has been nearly a decade since my family sold me to the Vespasianis. They couldn’t cover a debt my father had made at a local casino, so they sold me as a slave to this family who was already looking forward to fresh meat to satisfy their sadistic pleasures.

I can’t quite say that I’m happy that I don’t get anything to eat, but I wouldn’t want to imagine what would have happened to me if I actually developed the curves my tormentor was looking for.

I jerk up once more as the door opens again, this time with his loving mother bringing him something to eat. I hear her press a smooch on her son’s, causing him to groan annoyed before she leaves the room.

A few minutes pass in silence as the smell of the food makes my stomach growl and I wrap my arms around my stomach panicky, not wanting to get punished by him for it. He doesn’t seem to care or to start eating as he keeps working on his homework nervously.

“Toy!” He says after another set of panicky heartbeats, making me look up.

“Ye-Yes?” I ask lowly, fearing I might have done something to anger him.

“What did you eat today?” He asks without putting his pen down.

“No-Nothing, master. Like it’s supposed to be.” I sigh, lowering my gaze back to my knees.

He sighs deeply before he pushes his chair back. My heart stops for a second as he pulls me out from beneath the desk. He steers me to sit on his lap before he pushes his plate into my hands. “Eat!”

I stare at the steaming plate wide-eyed, the warmth of the food streaming through the china onto my fingers.

‘It’s a trap.’ A little voice in my head screams at me. ‘Don’t fall for it! It’s a trap.’

Looking back up to the side of his face, I watch him for a second as he concentrates back on his homework. His hand lays gently on the small of my back, preventing me from falling off him.

I can feel his body heat warming up my cold body slowly, his cologne inebriating my senses.

My brain screams at me once more as my Stockholm syndrome hits me full force again, and I must tear my eyes away from his gorgeous face. I always thought that he was handsome, and I wondered how such a devil could be granted such a heavenly appearance. After all he did to me, I still have to curse myself out when I think that I have never seen him smile.

And that I would love to see his full lips form into a smile.

Shaking my head, I take up my spoon with shaking hands. Afraid to spill anything, I scoop a bit of food onto it before I lift it to his lips.

He frowns as he turns towards me. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t eat and let my master go hungry,” I say in a whisper, making him shake his head.

“Just eat already. You are useless to me like this.” He murmurs, moving his gaze back onto his papers.

I carefully start scooping food into my mouth, keeping myself from devouring it as it is the first warm food I can eat in years.

As he rejects my offer to feed him multiple times, I get to empty the plate all to myself.

My belly tingles happily, as it feels full after a long time, and he takes the plate out of my hands. Setting it down on his desk, he lets go of me, making me stand up.

“Strip and get onto the bed, toy.” He instructs me without looking at me.

I comply without protest and peel my scrawny clothes from my shaky frame before I get under his bed sheets. My exhausted sigh leaves my lips automatically and I flinch, hoping I won’t get punished too hard for it. Even if sleeping into Domenico’s bed naked isn’t my favorite pastime, I prefer this to sleeping on the floor in the dirt at any time.

I just have to blend out when he will finally take what he has me lying naked in his bed for.

It takes him another set of hours before he follows me into the bed. I fight hard not to fall asleep, but as he wraps his arm around me to pull me close, my eyes fall close automatically.

In a matter of seconds, I’m out like a light.

And I only hope that I won’t be punished too harshly for it.