Maid For The King | 2

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CHAPTER 11

THIRD PERSON

UNEDITED

Rosalia didn't know how long she sat there unmoving. She was in shock and she couldn't pull herself out of it.

Her father was dead.

She took a deep, shakey breath and tried to reach for her phone. Her hands trembled as she grabbed it from her pocket, pulling it out to call 911.

But before she could, she heard a man's voice. "Uh uh, I wouldn't do that doll" the man said causing Rosalia to slowly turn her head toward him.

There, sitting by her dining room table was a young man... Somewhere in his 20's. Rosalia screamed, jumping up as she tried to run for the door, but before she could unlock the latch she was slammed into it.

She whimpered craning her head to get a better look at her attacker. He pressed his body into hers, leaving no space between them as he lifted her hands and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Don't scream, don't make a sound. Or I will kill you" he warned and she nodded her head vigorously, biting her tongue to stop herself from crying loudly.

He moved his hand from hers to her waist before clutching a fistful of her hair and pulling her head to the side, exposing her neck.
"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, little Rosa." he chuckled before throwing her to the floor. He pulled out a cloth from his pocket and got on top of her holding the white rag to her nose.

Rosa fought against him, trying to get him off of her. But it was no use. Her vision turned black and she fell into the cruel darkness that she hated so much.

"Rest easy doll" she heard her assaulter say just before she faded out completely.

••••

Rosalia woke up to a dark cold room... Or so she thought until she sat up and realized she wasn't in a room, but a cell. A cold, dark, wet cell. She groaned holding her head as a sharp pain shot through it.

"You're awake" a voice said, sending chills down her spine... It was his voice, her captor.
The gate of the cell opened and he stepped through placing a wooden chair in the middle of the room and closing the gate before he took a seat.

"Rosalia Valesse, 17. Raised by your father, your mother... Dead. Works as a maid for the King family.... Who could think such an insignificant little thing like you could work for such a dangerous family." the man said with a chuckle.

Rosalia looked at with confusion and fear. She had no clue what the man could want from her or how he knew so much about her.

" Please... I- I don't know what you want with me, but please let me go" she begged with tears running down her face. The man looked at her, narrowing his eyes.
"Don't play innocent you fucking slut" he growled standing up from the chair abruptly. "No one that works for that wretched family can be innocent. No one."

Rosalia began to shake at the man walked toward her and crouched down where she sat on the cold floor.
"You're probably so confused, poor little lamb" the man said as he stroked her hair out of her face.  "You're probably asking yourself how the hell we managed to find you with how tight the security is" the man chuckled lowly.

"Well that's what you get for being a little whore, Rosalia. Trying to climb up the social ladder by attending such a large scale event with a mafia heir.... You were bound to get noticed" the man said.

Rosalia was shaking as the man's hand tightened around her chin painfully. "I don't know what you're talking about" she sobbed as the pain became worse, it felt like he was going to dislocate her jaw.

The man scowled and a dark look past over his face. "Stop pretending, little doll. It'll only make this experience so much worse" he said lowly, warning her as his eyes started into hers. They stayed like thay for a moment, eyes locked with one another, hers full of tears and his consumed with a darkness she had never seen before.

Just as quickly as he had advanced on her, he backed away leaving  her trembling in his wake.

"my boss had asked me to go easy on you, because of how young you are... he's not interested in going after children, but I, I don't particularly care for you age." he said as grabbed a thick metal chain from outside the cell.

He hung the chain on the hook in the ceiling before pulling Rosalia to her feet wrapping the chains around her wrist. Rosalia fought as hard as she could trying to pull herself away from the man as he pulled chain until only the tips of her toes touched the ground, barely.

"my name is Remi, doll... Remember that, because its the name you'll be screaming if I don't get my answers." he warned.

"PLEASE, PLEASE. You have the wrong person, I don't know anything" Rosalia sobbed as the chains dug into her skin. Remi sighed and looked at her before a look of irritation crossed his face. Without a word he backhanded her, sending her head flying to the side.

Blood trickled down her nose and she could taste some in her mouth too, Rosalia stayed frozen in that position, too shocked to move... She couldn't believe it. How did she get in this sitatuion? How the hell did she get kidnapped by this psycho? How did her father end up dead?

She didn't know... She couldn't comprehend how this had happened to her in the course of a few hours.

Remi watched the young girl fade into her subconscious. He hadn't meant to hit her, but she wouldn't shut up. He sighed walking back toward her with a bottle of water. The drug he gave her earlier cause extreme dehydration very quickly and he didn't need her body shutting down just yet.

He placed the bottle to her lips and poured a little into her mouth. Her body recognised it immediately and despite her state of semi-consciousness she drank greedily finishing the litre within a few minutes.

Once the water was done Remi walked to the sink in the corner of cell and filled the bottle with some tap water before throwing it over her face to snap her out of it.

"Come back Rosalia and let's talk." he said as he tapped her other cheek. Rosalia slowly began to come out of her trance like state.

"I'm sorry, little doll. I didn't mean to hurt you" he said gently as she looked him in his eyes. "Let's start over, okay? We'll go slow this time" he murmured gently and Rosalia nodded, feeling a little calmer now that he wasn't so hostile.

"Tell me what you know about the King family" he said and Rosalia nodded quickly.
"M-my friend i-is Sophia." Rosalia started, new tears filling her eyes at the mention of her friend. "S-she is very nice to me... Her father is a business man and her mom works with him in the office. They have 3 sons... Sophia's brothers... And they're all really nice to me, especially S-silvio".... She stopped talking as her voice cracked and she started sobbing again. What wouldn't she give to be back in his arms right then?

Remi sighed as he quickly realized that she was still in shock and that it would be pointless to hound her for any information at that moment. He would try again tomorrow.

Without a word or even untying her, he left the cell. He would send a maid down to make her comfortable, but he thought it was a fitting punishment to leave her hanging for a few hours.

She was their first step to exacting revenge on the King family.

A/N: took a break from studying to write this chapter so it's rough...