Chapter 10 - Snooping

CHIARA

My mind raced with all the possible thoughts of escape before a thought came to me.

"Do you have guards? Where are your guards? I haven't seen anyone asides you and the maid...?", I asked staring at him with suspicion.

"I don't need them", My heart swells with joy and Massimo gives me a look as if he knows what I'm thinking, but he says nothing. If there are really no guards, then the only real threat is Massimo. Just then, I felt wetness coating my inner thighs and I grimace.

"What is wrong?"

"I need to clean up..."

Massimo's eyes flash as if visualizing something, then he comes closer and I back away from him until my back hits the wall and he invades my personal space, " You don't like having my cum dripping out of you?" His voice is low and husky and I roll my eyes to hide the fact that am trembling.

"No! You disgust me. I would rather drown than let you touch me again", My voice is laced with all the hatred I feel for this man, but he doesn't seem to care

"Oh Chiara, you give me the best ideas. Now listen baby, I will touch you over and over again, I will break you and then I will make you feel so much pleasure you would question your sanity, I will mark you as mine...and I will drown you."

My breath hitches and my heart thumps rapidly in my chest.

"You are sick!", I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push but he doesn't budge, instead he presses himself into me, and I feel his erection rub against my stomach. No, No not now. I panic thinking of all the ways this could go and they all don't end well for me.

I try pushing him harder but he grabs my arms, spins me until my front is pressed to the wall and pins my hands behind my back.

"What are you doing? Let me go!", I struggle against but I only succeed in rubbing myself again him, I jerk my legs backwards to kick him...or do anything that would make him let me go. I'm still sore, I won't survive if he decides to force himself on me again. I stomp on his foot and I can register what I did, I feel his palm hit my butt with a force tht had me screaming.

"You fucking piece of..." I gasp when he hits me again.

"I swear to God, I will kill you when I..." Another hit and another. Each time I scream profanities, he hits. So, I bite my tongue to stop myself from saying anymore.

"Now that's better. You learn fast Chiara". Then he let's me go and pushes me toward my room.

"Go clean up now "

I stumbled forward, my eyes stinging with tears but I held them back as I tried to process what had just happened. Massimo's slaps had left my butt throbbing with pain, and I could feel the humiliation burning within me. How can I feel humiliated from spanking when he has done much worse to me?

I reached my room and slammed the door shut behind me, the door can't be locked from the inside and I leaned against the door with bated breath, praying Massimo doesn't come after me. I heard him chuckle before his footsteps retreated downstairs, and I tried to catch my breath as I struggled to hold back tears.

Why was this happening to me? Why was Massimo doing this?

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I needed to think clearly, to come up with a plan to escape.

I walked over to the bathroom and took off the now soiled t shirt, then began to clean myself up, wincing and crying out in pain as I wiped away the evidence of Massimo's assault and I touched the fresh bruises on my body.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a stranger staring back at me, a shadow of my former self. A person who was broken, humiliated, and scared. Can I still hold on? How long would it take before I finally give in to Massimo? Are my parents really trying to find me? Of course they are. But why haven't they found me yet? Where exactly did Massimo take me? What if I give I get broken and gives in before I get rescued

But as I gazed deeper into my own eyes, I saw something else. A spark of defiance, a flame of determination.

I will not let Massimo break me. I will not let him win.

I would escape, no matter what it takes. And this plan can only be in motion after I have found whatever it is I can call the outside world with.

But how would I get into his office? Massimo is always around...or not. He is an obsessive bastard, I do think he would have left me chained up in that room without coming back to cause me more pain, which means he wasn't around. So, he does leave the mansion, I just need to find out when.

It's been 2 days since I decided to study Massimo's routine. I wake up early, clean up and put on clothes that don't leave me vulnerable. Not that it would deter him if he really wanted to have his way, but I felt more covered that way. I would then go downstairs and find Massimo there. He always wakes up before me no matter how early I get up. He is always downstairs, waiting for me at the dining table. We have breakfast and I try my best to control my tongue from lashing out whenever he talks to me. I always fail miserably, but he has not touched or punished me for 2 days. I don't know if it's something to be scared of, but I will not wait around to find out. Massimo leaves immediately after breakfast, around 9 am and comes back by 3 pm. If I had known about this particular pattern, I wouldn't have attempted to escape at night the last time, but I'll do it better now. I once got bold enough to ask him where he usually goes but he said, " It's business", and shut me out. I don't care, I'm just glad his so called business would give me a chance to get out of this place.

Today, it's the same. We eat breakfast in silence and when he breathes too loud, I send him a glare to which he chuckles. Do all kidnappers set tables for their captives and have breakfast and dinner with them everyday, or is my kidnapper just a special one?

And then, he leaves. I waited for 30 minutes, my heart pounding erratically and my body restless. Then I got up and went upstairs to his bedroom. I had searched the whole building during the past 2 days and I couldn't find his office, did he lie about it? Why would he?

I softly push open his door and slip in.

As I stepped into Massimo's room, I was enveloped in a sense of darkness and foreboding. The walls were painted a deep, rich black, and the floor was covered in a thick, plush carpet that seemed to swallow the light. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and smoke, and I could feel the weight of Massimo's presence bearing down on me.

The bed was a massive, ornate affair, with twisted iron posts that seemed to reach up like skeletal fingers. The sheets were a deep, bloody red, and the comforter was a dark, foreboding gray that seemed to absorb the light around it.

The room was lit by a single, flickering candle that cast eerie shadows on the walls. I could see the outlines of strange, twisted artifacts on the shelves, and the glint of dark, polished wood on the furniture.

Everything here matches his creepy, psychopathic self. I don't have time for this. I immediately start searching the drawers, and looking under the bed, I checked his bathroom cabinets and his walk in closet that was filled with clothes but all the drawers were empty! Does he even live here? I run my fingers through my hair in frustration and fall down to the floor in exhaustion. What will I do now? I let my eyes scan room one more time, and then I see it. A button on the wall. The colour is a black that blends with it's surroundings, so it was hard to see at first. I push myself up and move towards it. What if I press it and an alarm sounds? Ehm I can take the risk. I press down on the button and for 5 seconds nothing happens, until the wall parts and an office comes into view. An office... Massimo's office!!

I looked around the space and felt unease settle deep in my stomach. It was easier to check Massimo's room, but it feels much more serious to go into his office.This was Massimo's lair, the place where he schemed and plotted all his evil. What would he do to me if he finds out I was in here?