That night I was dreaming. I dreamt that I was home with my family. In the dream, I woke up from the most horrifying nightmare and my mother was at my bedside caressing my hair, telling me that everything's going to be okay and that I'm safe. But when I got up from my dream instead of my mother caressing my hair it was Lucio.
Ever since the night I woke up to Lucio playing in my hair he's been avoiding me all week. He would leave his house at 7am and be back later than I would stay up for. This morning I got a note taped to my bedroom door saying that he would be gone for a few days. Looks like I'm going to be all alone in this huge house with nothing to do. Even when Lucio's here I have nothing to do. I would sometimes stay in my room and he would have breakfast, lunch and dinner delivered to me.
I'm not entirely alone. Lucio has a housekeeper who's also his cook. She's a short blonde with a pale skin complexion. If I were to guess her age I would say fifty five. I barely get to see her but whenever I'm around her there's hardly any interaction because I'm sure Lucio ordered her not to speak to me but even if he didn't there wouldn't be much of a conversation because she doesn't speak English. It took me awhile to realize that buongiorno means good morning, buonasera means good evening and buonanotte means goodnight and that's basically all she says.
It's been three days since I found the note from Lucio on my door. Yesterday I stumble across a library and to my surprise there are a lot of English books. There are romance novels, fictions, autobiographies and encyclopedias. I've read five books already and currently on my sixth. It's around 9pm and I'm in the living room enjoying a romance novel entitled, 'Lust and Jealousy' when I heard the front door burst open. Lucio enters his house accompanied by a woman. He doesn't even notice that I'm on the couch because he was too busy making out with his guest. She looks like a supermodel if you ask me. Tall, all bones and no flesh and she's blonde. She's wearing a really short black strapless dress with black red bottoms. One of his hands are all over her butt while the other is in her hair bringing her face closer to his, as if it can get any closer. I watch as they devour each other's mouths. They make their way up the stair case and then they were out of sight.
I decided that I had enough reading for the night and after what I just saw I just need to go to bed. While passing Lucio's bedroom I could hear moans and groans and all kinds of sex noises coming from his room. I don't stick around to hear more and I don't want to get caught with my ear on his bedroom door so I continued to walk to my room and close the door behind me.
You know the crazy part of all this is me imagining myself in Lucio's room right now instead of the hot tall blonde. Whatever Lucio's doing to her he could be doing to me. Lucio is dangerously hot if you ask me. I mean the sex would be consensual. I wasn't saving myself for marriage but I wouldn't want to be forced to give up my virginity.
I think I'm going crazy now. I'm thinking about having sex with my kidnapper. This is fu@ked up. I cannot be attracted to Lucio.
He has been nice to me though. Imagine the hell I would've been in all now if those other men had bought me. Lucio saved me from worst case scenarios like rape, being beaten, tortured, prostituted and possibly even death by now. He gave me a place to stay, bought me designer clothes and shoes and takes care of me, even if he's not here most of the time.
I should stop think about having sex with Lucio and go to bed. Lucio has no use for me so if I continue to behave myself and stay in my lane there may be a possibility of him letting me go soon. A girl can only hope.
The next morning I wake up to witness the sun rising through my bedroom window. I wonder if Lucio and his bedmate left by now. It took me a while to fall asleep last night because of the wild thoughts that kept popping up in my head. Lucio's lips, Lucio naked, Lucio and I… ugh make it stop. I think all the romance novels that I've been reading is getting to my head.
After taking a really long shower and picking out a really cute dress to wear after my bath I head downstairs into the kitchen to see what 'Rosa', which is the name I made up for Lucio's housekeeper, I hope that's not racist, made for breakfast.
When I enter the kitchen I found Lucio's back facing me. He was sitting at the breakfast nook having cereal. It took him less than a minute to realize that I entered the kitchen. His facial expression though was as if he was hoping he didn't have to see me. What the hell did I do? I was minding my business walking to my apartment. I don't want to be his house slave. I walked over to the kitchen island to grab my tray of breakfast and decided that it would be best if I eat in another room. I whispered good morning to Lucio before leaving the kitchen.
I was having breakfast in the dining room. Ten minutes into it the door that leads to the kitchen opens and Lucio rushes through to get to the front door and he was gone.