Chapter 4

I didn't see Enzo the rest of the week. And honestly, I didn't want to, not after that night in his torture room. I still had a few bruises to show for it.

I couldn't bear to stay in this cold mansion much longer. I had to escape or at least try.

I heard a knock on my door, which startled me a bit. But it was probably just the maid bringing my lunch.

That's all I did anyway, eat, even when I had very little appetite.

“Come in.” I said

When the door opened, it wasn't the maid, but someone else. She was the girl I'd seen the first night Enzo brought me here but I couldn't remember her name.

“Why, hello there… we haven't had the pleasure of a proper introduction” She spoke. “I'm Sabrina.” She gave me a sickly sweet smile that made me feel strangely uneasy.

She sat on the bed next to me, her eyes fixed on me like she was waiting for me to speak back.

“I'm Olivia.”

“Bella, you mean.” I ignored the use of that name. Her eyes fell to my wrists which were still marked from Enzo’s bindings.

“I see master already gave you a little… initiation.” She said with a laugh. All the while I stared at her confused.

“I'm just here to let you know that I'm in charge,” Her voice was no longer sweet and the smile dropped from her face. “I'm his favourite girl and you? You're just a new toy that he'll play with and get tired of. Don't think you're anything special.”

“Why would I think I'm special? That beast tortured me and you think I liked it?”

“That's your fault for angering the Master. That room is just filled with pleasure waiting to be experienced.” She spoke with a glint in her eyes.

“You're sick… all of you are sick. You can have him because I don't want this.”

Her head snapped in my direction, she grabbed my hair from my scalp, bending my neck backwards.

“Listen here bitch! either you submit to master or he'll break you till you're nothing. I don't actually care what happens to you…but the longer he spends on his new toy, the less time he has for me. So be a good girl and submit.” She whispered in my face while I gave her the dirtiest look I could muster.

“Let me go.”

She released her grip on my hair and stepped back. “You're a stubborn one aren't you? Master will have so much fun toying with you and after he's done… he'll come back to me. He always does.”

She smiled before she turned away, stopping short at the door. “Oh yes, I was supposed to tell you that master is hosting a gala tonight and you must attend. The maid will help you get ready later.” She said and walked out.

My hand went to my hair, massaging my scalp. That girl was crazy. Maybe she was the broken one and she didn't even know it. I couldn't imagine what being used by Enzo for so long would do to one's mind.

Later that evening, the maid did show up with my dress and everything else. I sat in front of the mirror like a doll being dressed up for a twisted and cruel beast.

By the time I was ready, the event had already started downstairs, I could hear the music.

I contemplated not going at all but I was sure Enzo would burst into my room soon to ‘punish’ me.

A part of me wondered why he craved so much control, even in the bedroom. Wasn't being a mafia King enough for him? I wondered as I made my way down the stairs in my body con silver dress. It was almost difficult to walk with how much the dress blended with my curves. It was like a second skin.

I saw people socialising and I grabbed a drink and stowed off to a corner. I'd spend an hour or two then I'd leave. At least he couldn't accuse me of not attending.

The event spun on and on as different calibres of people in society spoke business. It was supposed to be a charity gala but to me, it seemed more like a competition for who was richest and I wondered if all of them were in the same illegal business as Enzo.

I let out a sigh before taking the last sip of my third glass.

“Hello, beautiful.” A masculine voice came from beside me. I turned and saw a young man dressed in a grey suit.

“Hi,” I replied curtly.

“What's a gem like you doing standing here all alone?”

“I'm just waiting for the host to arrive.” As soon as Enzo saw I actually attended his dumb party I'd retire back to my room.

“He does seem to be running late. You might be here for while” The man noted and I gave him a slight nod.

Suddenly, I felt the man's hand wrap around my waist. The dress I was wearing had a very low back so his hand came in contact with my bare skin.

“Would you care for a dance?”

“No, thank you” I said as I tried to wriggle away from him but his grip only tightened as he pulled me closer into him.

“Come on. Just one dance… and maybe after we'll get out here” He whispered in my ear. As his hand on my waist trailed upwards till it was hovering over my breasts.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

I looked around but nobody was paying attention to us. I'd chosen to stand somewhere away from the rest of the party.

“Sir, let me go right now” I said, but he chuckled in response.

“Don't make a scene, love” I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he spoke. He then pulled me outside with him and I began to panic. Was I about to get violated for the second time that week?

The man pressed me up against a wall as I struggled against him. “Stop! What are you doing? Let me go—”

He slapped a hand over my mouth, to muffle my screams as he undid his belt buckle.

“Just be a good little girl, I promise you'll have fun”

Just then, the man went flying off of me. I looked and saw Enzo with a gun in his hand pointed towards the man.

“How dare you touch what is mine.”