Taken by the Mafia

Chapter 7 - The Kitchen

Lily

What?

I put on the gloves. Carla points to a corner where some girls are already washing dishes. 

"Go there." she says. I don't complain. i go to the big washing sink which is almost full with  cooking dishes and pots. A girl beckons me closer.

"You're new." she says. she hands me dish while she smoothly rubs hers. i quickly put some dishwashing liquid on a sponge and start with her. "What's your name?"

"Lily."

"I'm Elle."

"Nice to meet you." i say. Some other girls pop their head from my left.

"HI, Lily! I'm Sam."

"Amelia."

"Charlotte. but you can call me Lottie."

"It's nice to meet you all." But i can't say it without blushing a little. I've never met so many girls together.

Chatting little, we wash all the dishes. When we pick up the last ones, I ask Elle. "Are there always this much dishes?"

Elle laughs. "No, more than that. It's not even ten parts of that. It's just the dishes from old counter."

"Oh," Luckily, i am used to working a lot.

When we are done, Elle dries the water from the side counter and under the dish rack.

"Okay, you both, Lily and Elle, come over here." Carla calls me to the kitchen island where she is chopping some vegetables.

Sorry, not some. A lot of. 

"You Know how to cut, here." she cuts some potatoes into small cubes. then points to other vegetables chopped and put in separate bowls. She holds me a knife.

"Carla is okay, if you're thinking that." Elle says. "She is the head-maid. She sometimes act like a bitch but otherwise she really cares."

I start cutting vegetables. Chopping, Slicing, Cubing. 

Raul used to help me back at my house. He used to help me chop and wash, too. he can cook good too. He used to make dinner sometimes and told my parents that i made it.

It was our little secret. And we never let anyone figure it out.

Something crashes to the floor, a girl from the next island jumps aside. i raise my head to look at the commotion and my small negligence pays me. 

My finger cuts. i quickly clean the blood off using a tissue paper. 

Elle sees me and opens a drawer in response. "At the cutting island we keep a generous supply of Band-Aids. " i take one gratefully. and continue to work.

for hours, we worked. After lunch and dinner, it seemed like they used all the dishes in this house. but we washed them somehow, five or six other girls also joined us. when i asked Elle how many people lived here, she told some figure over eighty, including the body guards and guards and staff.

Once, today, i went to deliver coffee to Thomas in his room. But he was talking to someone on his phone so, i put it on his table where i usually saw his coffee cup and left.

At night when all is done and Carla bids us leave i am so tired that i hit the pillow and fall asleep.