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His voice isn’t reassuring, neither is his attitude, but I have no choice. This is my only shot at getting my freedom back.
“Okay, what do I do after I get into the mansion?” I ask.
Giovanni’s eyes fall to my chest, and then he looks into my eyes.
“Antonio, that greedy fool. I see why he couldn’t help himself around you,” he says.
“You’re digressing.” I swallow, clenching my fists.
He shakes his head. “I’m not,” he says, eyeing my chest. “You are going to make him fall for you,” he says.
That is when I realized that he had truly lost his mind.
Now I am in bed, naked, and watching Antonio leave my room after getting his fill. In some ways, maybe Giovanni is right; at least he doesn’t have me locked up.
I hoist myself up on the bed, still feeling the sensations of his thrusts and being reminded of how much I want to dislike him. But my body isn’t as wise as my head, and when he’s inside of me, when he’s hurting me with this huge cock, or his greedy hands, the pleasure is indescribable.
I inhale. I just have to endure this for a while, do as Giovanni says, and in time, I’ll be with Mother and Laura, forgetting this nightmarish phase of my life.
The door flies open without warning, and a tall woman in a maid’s uniform enters. She gives no reaction to seeing me naked.
“Master Antonio sent me to help you,” she says. Her voice is sour and sarcastic, like one who has seen so much within the walls of this mansion that nothing really surprises her.
If I am going to be successful in my mission, I should have at least an extra pair of eyes. She looks older than most of the maids who have cleaned me up, and her sharp features remind me of my mother.
Perhaps that’s the reason why I take a strange liking to her. I should make her like me or at least get comfortable with me.
I give a wide smile and look down at my naked body.
“Sorry that I can’t cover up. I have nothing to wear and the closets are empty,” I reply.
She looks down at the sheets as if contemplating placing the bundle there, but I think she makes out the damp outline on the bed.
She turns to the huge side table and sets down the bundle. She picks out a robe and hands it over to me. I shouldn’t make her uncomfortable by getting too close, so I reach out, take the robe from her, and slide it over my body.
“I’ll prepare your bath now,” she says. “Follow me.”
“So, I guess you’re not the chatty type,” I say, following her.
She grunts in reply.
“I respect that,” I say as we step into the huge bathroom that is as big as Antonio’s, with marble shelves lined with salon products. “It’s just that it’s lonely down here, and I would like a friend to chit-chat with once in a while,” I continue as she takes some bottles off the shelves and bends over the tub.
“I’m here to serve you. I can’t say about being a friend,” she replies, turning on the tap.
“Yes, I absolutely understand that. We can start casually. My name is Alyssa,” I say.
She pours the contents of the bottle into the water one after the other as the tub fills up.
“Mine is Mary,” she finally replies.
I smile. “That’s a beautiful name,” I reply.
She doesn’t speak as she turns off the water running into the tub and returns the bottles to the shelves.
“Is it really a beautiful name?” she asks, looking unimpressed.
“Well—um—yes,” I say at her unexpected criticism of my words.
