'The secret to be Good, is to hide the Evil'
Maia Severino, a girl running from her past but stuck in a life she can't continue, doing anything to survive.
Carlos Marchetti, a man in charge, always knowing what to do next, always getting what he wa...
I hate how the sun sets and rises everyday like everything in the world is okay. It's not okay.
I miss her more than I can even comprehend, and I know everyone around me has lost hope and I think I might have as well.
I left Italy 2 weeks ago and I feel like I am betraying her. I just didn't know what else to do, we've searched everywhere, tortured everyone, and killed so many but still there has been no clues to the location.
"Hey," a woman chirps from behind. I don't turn around or acknowledge her presence. She slides into the seat next to me giving me a sweet smile. I can't deal with this right now. I tell the bartender to give me another bottle of whatever the fuck I have been drinking.
I tip the bottle back letting it burn down my throat, "well you're in a talkative mood" she says sarcastically. I glare at the woman before tuning my head back and continue drowning my sorrows in alcohol.
"I can help you forget for the night," she says seductively, placing her hand on my arm. "Fuck off" I hiss through gritted teeth staring her down. She gets off her chair fear evident on her face before heading back through the bar.
I drink away the night and the next morning.
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Maia POV
It's inevitable. It always has been.
If I weren't carrying this child, I don't think I would be here. There is nothing to live for. Life is pointless, everyone dies in the end anyway.
Of course, I've still thought about ending it but the motherly part of me won't let me. This child is never going to be safe I know that, honestly, it's probably better off never being born. I just can't do it.
I have been trapped for so long. I don't feel what Fausto does to me anymore, it's become normal. Just another day.
Some days I forget my name.
The only time I feel a reprieve is in the darkness of sleep, I don't have nightmares anymore. I'm in the nightmare.
I'm staring at the white wall in front of me when the door swings open. I don't look to see who walked in, I don't really care, they can do whatever they want to me. It's pointless when you don't feel it.
Hands grab me from where I am sitting crouched on the floor, the shackles clang together at the movement. They pull me out the door into the corridor bustling with life. Maids, guards pay no attention to me as we pass by.
My bare feet pat on the cold marble with every step, the near see-through nightgown swaying at my ankles. I look down at the small bump on my stomach, "hi baby" I whisper a single tear slipping from my eye.
They drag me into the dressing room, maids swarm me. Once I am dressed and my hair and makeup done, I'm taken into the dining room.
Fausto sits at the end of the table like usual, the seat to his left empty for me. Once the guards put me in the chair, I am schackled in like an animal. "You look lovely tonight wife" Fausto complements like usual, and I pay no attention like usual.
