"Bring the useless girl out, make sure she looks nice, I don't want anything ruining tonight, if this guy does not back us up then we are as good as dead" I faintly heard that hideous monster say through the thick metal door and before I could pounder on anything he had just said, the door flew open, the buff man dragging me by my hair, I still couldn't stand on my feet from yesterday's beating as my ankle had bruised so him pulling on my hair hurt more than it usually did. I tried holding on to him for support but he quickly slapped me into the wall, knocking all the air out of my lungs I let out a dry cough and lowered my head not daring to look at him.
"Don't touch me you filth." He spat.
"get up let's go" he said and I stayed quiet.
"Don't waste my fucking time.." He harshly grabbed my face making me look at him.
"I can't, my ankle" I said, a lump forming in my throat as I tried hard to swallow my tears.
He grabbed my ankle and cursed under his breath, then he picked me up and carried me upstairs, I dared not look up at him, we got to a room and he threw me on some very soft mattress leaving me by myself, I scanned the room and it looked quite cozy, almost like everything would be okay, but it wouldn't nothing would ever be the same again, and it was all Dad's fault, I hated him, I wanted him to feel the pain that I was feeling and more.
It wasn't long before my peevish baby sitter came back holding two pills and a glass of water he threw the glass in my hand and gave me the pills.
He didn't say anything and I didn't ask, I just swallowed the pills and handed him the glass.
"Now get in the shower and clean yourself up, someone will be here to give you more instructions you better do as I say"
"Are they? Is it happening again?" a warm tear slid down my face as I asked
He looked at me blankly and just walked out. I walked to the shower and amazingly my ankle didn't hurt so much anymore must be the pills he gave me. I stepped in the shower making sure to clean up good, I didn't even bother to inspect my body for bruising, neither did I attempt looking at my reflection in the mirror, I emptied my mind and followed the instructions as they were given.
I came out of the shower to find a woman in the room, I'd seen her around the house before, but never really interacted with her, she was always following that treacherous man around.
She looked me up and down failing to hide the disgust on her face, I lowered my head and she threw some garments at me, it was a maids outfit, I put it on without question then she told me to sit down, she put make up on me and did my hair.
"Not bad, you almost look pretty" she commented, praising her own work, but I still couldn't bring myself to look into the mirror, she led me downstairs where I joined the other maids, who didn't really seem pleased to see me.
"I have a very important guest coming today, you all should be on your best behavior play your roles as expected, don't embarrass me or else there will be hell to pay" I couldn't help but shiver at his words, as I had been experiencing that hell since I got here.
"Why did they bring her out?" one of the maids whispered.
"I heard Boss say the Don likes pretty girls, apparently she is pretty" another maid answered.
"Eww, we are all way prettier, her ugly face is probably going to give the Don a tummy ache"
"This way girls" we were led into the kitchen and everyone was assigned a task for the night, no one wanted to be near me and I didn't mind, I just didn't know what to do.
"You! Over here" Diane pointed at me and I walked to her.
"You will stand by the table and serve the gentleman, pour their drinks, serve them and don't mess anything up, don't talk back and definitely don't look anyone in the eye." She finished and I nodded taking my place at the table side.
Boss and a few of his guards walked to towards the front door, and I did not miss how all of them were armed, was this a casual dinner or was this war? Whatever it is I hope I don't catch a bullet, as miserable as my life is I don't want to die.
Maybe that's what kept me alive through everything thus far.
The whole place fell silent and Boss and his guards came back with who I assume was the Don.
He was by himself, I would have thought he would bring his own army of guards.
I kept my head down trying by all means to avoid looking at anyone.
"I am so glad you agreed to dine with me Don, it is such an honor, please take a seat my maids will serve us, you! get the Don something to drink." Boss demanded causing me to jump in my place.
"It's fine I don't need anything to drink" the Don spoke, his voice sending shivers down my spine, and not the good kind, this man sounded scary.
They sat down and Boss began talking about his plans to infiltrate the Russian Mafia, I didn't pay attention as the only thing on my mind was the fear of what would happen if I messed this dinner up.
"Water" the Don commanded harshly
"Right, you! pour some water" Boss snapped at me and I scurried to pour the gentleman a glass of water, but just as I was about to grab the water jug, he held my wrist stopping me, and I swear his touch burned me.
"I want tap water" he said in a harsh voice, his gaze not leaving mine, my eyes wondered everywhere except his face, I was not allowed to look at anyone. I made my way nervously to the kitchen feeling all the maid's eyes burning holes through me.
I grabbed a glass, rinsed it and poured water into it, then I made my way back, and as luck would have it, just as I was a few inches away from the Don, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, I swear I heard a snap before falling to the ground the glass of water flying directly in the Don's Chest.
There was gasping and Boss quickly got up from his seat, apologizing endlessly to the Don for my Stupidity
I on the other hand cried nervously holding on to my broken ankle however, it was not my ankle I was worried about, it's what the Boss would do to me that had me shitting my pants.
"You insolent fool!" He lashed out
"Get her out of my sight." He commanded and one of the guards grabbed me by my hair, dragging me back to the basement where I resided.
I cried apologetically, pleading for mercy, even though I knew nothing would come from my crying.
I was thrown back into the basement which had now become my living space
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