"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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I HATE HIM. I've never felt this type of hatred-not even to those women in the society- although they made my entire life hell, he made my life some place deeper than the pits of hell.
What I thought was taking my rights away wasn't even as bad until I got my actual rights and choices away by this man.
What's worse is he actually wants me to give him a child- after I felt like I was going crazy thinking I was with child with a man I've never even interacted with for 10 minutes.
"He's not that bad you know." Anna picks up some newly bought and unused folded clothes to a box.
If only she knew just how bad her boss is.
I don't reply and continue staring at the ceiling like a mental patient. I can't believe I thought I could actually be free. How dumb must I be.
"Capo has always been good to me and my mother so I don't see why he would make a bad husband."
"Why do you call him Capo?" I ask, completely ignoring her efforts on trying to bring her boss up when all he's ever done is brought me down.
"T-That's what Enzo calls him." she blushes, her gaze now on the floor while she walks towards the dressing room.
I push myself up and watch her with narrowed eyes as she brings more clothes out with crimson now on her cheeks.
For the little time I've been here, I've noticed Enzo and Anna has some sort of thing going on. I can't really put my finger on it but after he implied that him and Anna recreate those horrible videos, the atmosphere in the air has changed a lot, especially with her mother.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I am not."
"Then what are your eyes looking at."
"Your cheeks."
She slaps her hands on her cheeks and feels the warmth of her blood rushing to her cheeks, "You're.. Blushing."
"I-I am not!" she denies the obvious before running towards the bathroom, probably to check if she's actually blushing or not.
"I am not blushing, Navea!" she shouts from the bathroom, "It's just blood rushing to my face, nothing at all." she steps out the bathroom and dusts her hands.
"It's okay, I believe you." If that's what she says then that's what it is, I don't want to force her into an uncomfortable position because I'd hate if someone does that to me.
Instead, I focus on the ongoing situation on hand- I'm going to be sharing a room with him. If he can commit all this mayhem on me while being rooms away from him, I don't even want to know what he'll do when I'm just there for him to reach.
