Doctor to the mafia

Chapter 10

Catherine

The time rushes closer and closer to eight pm and dinner. I don't want to sit next to Mr. Peccati for dinner. I want to lessen the amount of time I ever need to be close to that monster. He may take care of the people living beneath his rule but no one that holds another person hostage can be anything but a bad person.

A hostage. I really am a hostage. I have tried to get a hold of a telephone all day to reach out to my workplace, mom's home or the police. Everyone has the ordinary comforts of the outer world with smartphones and other technology. But it also seems everyone has been strictly forbidden to let me borrow their things and Pierto guards me like a hawk when I'm anywhere close to Dr. Davies' computer. And the telephone on my nightstand only works on the internal network.

I groan as I once again try to dial 911 on the old fashion phone on my nightstand. All I get is a long beeping tone in answer. He has such an elaborate system to keep me out it must mean that I am not the first person being held hostage in this house. I glare at the phone and then try one last time even though I know it's useless.

I stand up and start to pace in my room. The clock on the wall strikes eight but I don't go to the dining hall. Pierto knocks on my door but I don't answer. He knocks several times before he produces a key and opens the door from the outside.

"It is past time for dinner." He gives me a blank stare. His face is constantly void of emotions which is highly frustrating.

"I know. But I don't care! I will be late if I want." I cross my arms over my chest and defiantly raises my chin. His bored eyes travel around my room before landing on me again.

"You are not busy Dr. Ross. There is no reason to be late." Without speaking I glare at him and then the clock, ten past eight, then back at him.

"I need to use the bathroom." I turn on my heel and slam the door to the bathroom behind me. I manage to press out a few drops before I have to admit defeat and exit the bathroom again. I curse my inability to spend longer time on the toilet. The clock shows eight; fourteen and Pierto is standing in the doorway with arms crossed.

"I guess I'm ready now." I sigh and follow behind him as he leads me to another torture session by the dining table.

I make sure to keep my eyes away from the main table as we make our way inside and towards the buffet table. I greet the people I pass with a friendly smile and receive the same back. The food looks and smells fantastic, as it has every other time, but as every other time both the smell and sight has me feeling sick. Still I place a few vegetables and a few bites of spicy chicken breast on my plate.

When I finally make it to my seat the large clock on the wall shows eight; twenty five. I inwardly smirk until I see the state of both Franco's and Mr. Peccati's plates. They are filled with untouched food, the utensils still laying neatly wrapped in a paper napkin. My eyes darts up to meet two golden ones, darkened to black by anger.

"At what time is dinner?" Mr. Peccati growls out and I swallow nervously.

"I had things I-" I don't get further with my poor excuse before Mr. Peccati is standing up and roughly grabbing my arm. He starts to drag me away from the dining hall. "B-but. Mr. P-Peccati. Th-the food." I stammer as I struggle to follow in his long and rapid strides.

"There will be no dinner for you."

"I had things to do. I-"

"You know the time. I have informed you what would happen should you defy me again. I can't have you acting like a grouchy child." We end up in front of a door at the end of a dark and eerie corridor. He fishes up a key from his pocket, unlocks and opens the door. Behind it is a long and dark stairwell leading down. The only lights are sparsely placed red lamps along the steps.

I whimper as he drags me through the doorway and down the stairs. The door slaps shut behind us and I let out a gasp of fear. I have been scared the whole time I have been here but from time to time I have managed to suppress it and defy Mr. Peccati. But seeing these stairs and darkness has real fear filling me. If there is something I dislike, it is dark stairwells leading down to a cellar or something worse.

"Please, Mr. Peccati. I promise not to do it again." I beg him. The air is damp and cold. It smells of body fluids mixed with fear. I can hear the faint groan of someone and I panic. I struggle and fight in his hold trying my best to prevent further descent down the stairs. "Please. Please. I promise I will be good. Please!"

"Stop struggling or your punishment will be greater." Mr. Peccati growls and clenches both my wrists in one hand. It hurts but the pain is the last thing on my mind. My cheeks are damp with my tears and every breath is short, labored and constantly cut off by my sobs.

When we reach the end of the stairs he opens the first door on the left and pushes me inside. He lights the single lightbulb that's hanging from the ceiling and the brightness blinds me. He grabs one of my wrists again and clasps something cold around it. Then he does the same with the other one.

"You will remain here for the night. I will come by to retrieve you at sunrise so you have time to fix yourself before breakfast. Sweet dreams, Dr. Ross." With that he shuts off the light and slam the door behind him.

"Please. Please. Let me out. I don't want to be here. Please! Someone save me. Please!" The darkness is suffocating. I try to take a deep breath but there is not enough air. The chilly and damp air creeps through my cotton clothes. I hear the echoing groan in the background. It's so lonely and filled with pain. Like the groan of an unholy ghost.

My breaths wheeze as I do my best to press them through my closed off throat. I move in the direction I think the door is in but am stopped by something holding on to my wrists. Something cold and heavy. The clasps of death himself? Or the groaning ghost? Or it might be them. They are coming to take me again. To hurt me.

"Please! Please! I didn't mean to. Please! Don't let them take me."

I hear their mean laughter and shouts. Something cold and slimy is poured over my head and slowly slides down my back and front. Punches, kicks, spit. Books, pencils and rubbers are thrown. More slimy things are thrown in my face and clinging to my hair. They smell like rubber and liquorice and strawberry. It's so dark. I can't see anything. There is something over my eyes to block out any light. I can't move. My hands are tied. My feets are tied.

"You're disgusting!"

"How could you ever think Jeff would look at you?!"

"Fatty!"

"Pig!"

"Slut!"

"So fucking ugly!"

"Such a stupid fat whore! No one would ever want an ugly whore like you!"

The ghosts of the past come back to haunt Catherine while she is locked up in the dungeon. It might not have seemed to be a harsh punishment but to her it is.

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