Chapter 7 - Hate

*CHIARA*

I cry out in pain as Massimo drags me by my hair, chunks of it falling out as he pulls me along the forest floor. I try to struggle, but his grip is too strong. I'm trapped, and I know it.

As we approach the house, I see the lights flickering in the windows, casting an eerie glow over the surroundings. I feel a sense of dread wash over me, knowing that I'm being dragged back to my prison.

Massimo pulls me up the steps and through the front door, slamming it shut behind us. I stumble, my feet aching from the rough treatment, and Massimo catches me by the arm, holding me upright.

" You did not understand what I meant when I said you are mine?!," he growls, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think you can escape me? For your little city boy??!"

I try to speak, but my voice is shaking with fear. I know I'm at Massimo's mercy, and I don't know what he's capable of.

Massimo pulls me through the house, back up to the room where I was being held. He throws me onto the bed, and I land with a thud, my body aching from the rough treatment.

As I look up at Massimo, I see a cold, calculating gaze that makes my blood run cold. I know I'm in grave danger, and I don't know how to escape.

" I wanted to treat you well... like a Queen, but you have shown you don't deserve that", he growls and starts ripping my clothes off.

"No! Massimo wait.... please!", I struggle harder against him but he doesn't budge. He rips off my bra, leaving my chest bare...he made sure the closet lacked underwears and that is putting me at a great disadvantage right now.

He goes for my flimsy leggings and tears them off me and I struggle even harder. I kick, scratch and when I clamp my teeth on his arm, he slaps me and more tears pour out my eyes.

"Massimo please... don't do this! I promise, I won't run again! Massimo please!", I hate the fact that my fists don't even make him budge, I am weak.

He moves away from me, and for a moment I thought it he decided to stop... until I heard the metallic sound of his belt and zipper. My eyes widen in terror as I realize he only stopped to free his... OMG NO!

With a sudden surge of energy, I jerk up from the bed and beeline for the door, but his strong arms catch my midriff and hoist me of the ground. I push harder against him but he still throws me face down into the bed. He is behind me immediately, pinning my hands behind my back and lifting my backside up, I try screaming again but his other hand comes up to my head and presses it into the sheets until my cries anf screams are muffled. I feel him nudge my entrance and I still, trying to brace myself for this. It doesn't work , he slams into me without mercy and I scream into the sheets. I try to wiggle my body free but he uses it to his advantage and slams deeper and deeper.

I scream into the sheets, my body wracked with pain and terror. Massimo's grip on my hands is like a vice, and I'm unable to move or escape. He continues to slam into me, his movements brutal and merciless. I feel like I'm being torn apart, my body screaming in protest. I try to think of anything else, anything to distract me from the pain and horror of what's happening. But there's nothing. Only the sound of Massimo's labored breathing and the feeling of his body violating mine. I'm trapped, helpless, and at his mercy.

I feel my vision begin to blur and my body go limp as the pain and trauma become too much to bear. My screams are muffled by the sheets, and my struggles grow weaker. I try to hold on, but my consciousness starts to slip away. The sound of Massimo's labored breathing and the feeling of his body violating mine grow fainter, and I feel myself being pulled down into a dark, abyss-like void.

My mind is a jumble of thoughts and emotions, but they're all becoming increasingly distant. I feel like I'm floating above my body, watching myself being brutalized by Massimo. I try to reach out, to stop him, but my arms feel heavy and unresponsive.

The pain is still there, but it's becoming a dull, throbbing ache. I feel like I'm being consumed by it, like it's eating away at my very soul. I try to cry out, but my voice is barely a whisper.

As the darkness closes in around me, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I'm escaping the pain, the trauma, the horror of what's being done to me. I'm fleeing into a world of unconsciousness, where nothing can hurt me.

But even as I fade away, I know that I'm not safe. Massimo is still there, still violating my body, still destroying my soul. And when I wake up, the pain and the trauma will still be there, waiting for me like a nightmare come to life.

With that thought, everything goes black, and I allow myself fall into the welcome hands of the void.

*NEXT DAY*

I slowly open my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I'm lying in my bed... The same bed where Massimo brutalized me, the memories of the previous night flooding back like a tidal wave. My body feels heavy, weighed down by the trauma and pain. Every inch of me aches, from my scalp to my toes. My head is pounding, my mind foggy and disoriented.

As I try to sit up, a wave of dizziness washes over me, forcing me to lie back down. My body feels like it's been put through a wringer, every muscle screaming in protest. I try to move my arms, but they feel like lead weights, refusing to budge.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I need to assess my situation, figure out what's happening. I glance around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The bed, the dresser, the closet, everything looks the same, yet everything feels different.

I try to remember the details of the previous night, but my mind is a jumble of fragmented memories. I remember Massimo's anger, his brutality, the feeling of being trapped and helpless. I remember the pain, the terror, the sense of being consumed by it all.

As I lie there, trying to make sense of it all, I become aware of a dull, throbbing ache between my legs. It's a physical reminder of what Massimo did to me, a painful souvenir of the trauma I endured. I feel a wave of shame and humiliation wash over me, followed by a deep sense of sadness.

I'm trapped in this nightmare, with no escape in sight. Massimo has me right where he wants me, helpless, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. I'm a prisoner in my own body, forced to endure the whims of a monster.

As I lie there, feeling sorry for myself, I hear the sound of footsteps outside the room. My heart skips a beat as I realize that Massimo is coming for me again. I try to prepare myself, to steel myself for what's to come. But deep down, I know I'm not ready. I'm still reeling from the trauma of the previous night, still trying to come to terms with what happened.

The door opens, and Massimo walks in, an expressionless look on his face. He looks at me with a mixture of contempt and ownership, his eyes lingering on my body. I feel a wave of revulsion wash over me, followed by a deep sense of fear.

"Good morning, Chiara," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you're feeling refreshed. We have a big day ahead of us."

I try to speak, to tell him to leave me alone, but my voice is barely a whisper. I'm trapped, helpless, and completely at his mercy.

" First of all, let's get you cleaned up", As he says this, I look down at myself and realize I'm still naked, My body is covered in bruises and from the way my cheeks hurt, I'm sure I have bruises there too. My eyes catch the blood stains on the bed and tears well up in my eyes. I hate him!

"Let's get you dressed up Chiara", he repeats anr proceeds to help me up, "Get your filthy hands off me!", I bare my teeth anf his eyes narrow.

"I guess we are doing this the hard way then.", before I can process his words, I feel a needle prick my neck and I slump down on the bed.

I feel strange. I can't move my limbs...all I can do is blink. What the fuck did he inject me with?

Massimo leans down towards me and gently pushes away the strands of hair on my face... He looks gentle, alot different from the man that pinned me to the bed yesterday. He gathers me up in his arms with the sheets still around me and goes towards the bathroom. He places me into the tub that's big enough for 5 people and runs the hot water. I lay there watching with a glare as he lathers soap on to a sponge I haven't seen before. As Massimo begins to gently wash my body with the sponge, I feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, I'm grateful for the warmth and comfort of the bath, but on the other hand, I'm repulsed by Massimo's touch. I try to struggle, to push him away, but my body feels heavy and unresponsive due to the effects of the injection.

I glare at Massimo, trying to convey my hatred and anger, but he just looks at me with a calm, almost gentle expression. It's as if he's trying to erase the memory of the previous night's brutality, to replace it with a facade of kindness and concern.

As he continues to wash me, I feel a sense of vulnerability and helplessness. I'm trapped in this situation, at the mercy of a man who seems to take pleasure in controlling and dominating me.

I try to think of a way to escape, to somehow break free from Massimo's grasp, but my mind feels foggy and unclear. The injection seems to have dulled my senses, making it hard for me to think straight.

As the bath comes to an end, Massimo carefully lifts me out of the tub and begins to dry me off. I feel like a rag doll, limp and lifeless, as he moves me around.

Would I ever be able to get back home? Would he punish me like this every time? I miss my parents. I feel a lone tear slip out my eyes and Massimo gently wipes it off before leaning down and claiming my lips in a kiss. I hate him.