The Devil's doll

Chapter 16

Cecilia

I was laying on the bed crying my eyes out. I couldnt believe it! Why would he do something like that? I have despise my father since I was little. The way he torture my mother and Mattheo was so cruel. He didnt try to lay a finger on me. Now I see the reason why. He sold me of since I was 15 years old to pay his debt. 15 years old! The more I think about the more it makes me want to cry. What happened to Alessia? I left her alone at the club. No wonder how worried she could be. Does Theo know I was sold? Will he come to look for me? I miss home!

Someone interrupted my thoughts knocking on the door. Please dont be him! Please dont be him! It was his maid that came inside the bedroom. That was a relief.

"Good evening dear! Im here to inform you that since it has become so late, Mr. Giovanni invited you for dinner down stairs. You would like to join? Do you want to wait for you?" She asked politely.

I look outside to the window to see it was pitch black. She was right its night time.
"Im turning down the invite. Tell him Im to tired and not hungry to join for dinner." I didnt want to see his face.

The maid nodded and left the room, I got up to refresh a bit myself. The bedroom had a bathroom.  As I face myself to the mirror I could see how bad I looked. My eyes red and poofy from crying. I splash water on my face to cold it down and wiped the water with a towel.

When I got out of the bathroom, I could hear heavy footsteps coming close to the room. The door flew open to reveal the Devil's face. He looked mad.

"Why arent you coming down for dinner?"he asked angerly.

"I already told her because Im tired and not hungry." I answered.

God! Whats with the attitude? I turned away from him to lay on the bed but her grabed my arm, pulling me closer to him. His tight grip doesn't let go of my arm, making me forced to look at him.

"Thats the reason you're tired because you haven't had a proper meal in 24 hours." His got closer to mine as he talked." Now you choose to you want me to drag with force or the easy way going by yourself on the table and eat...You choose."

I swinged my arm from his grip to let go of me. "I can go by myself..." he gesture me to walk ouside the room.

It was the first time seeing his mansion. Most of the walls were painted black. On top of the stairs had the view of the house. Everything screamed luxury. He was behind me on every step I take. I reached down stairs only to see the front door open. Maybe it was a perfect time. I quickly ran from him, it was a fail. He was way faster than me and caught me by my waist not letting me go.

"Its useless to try running away from me. I wont lett you away so easily. Remember that you are stuck with me forever." He whispered behind my ear, making me to have goosebumps.

I let out a frown.He was right maybe Im really stuck here forever.
He still doesnt remove his arms from me but lifted me up a bit ,bringing me to the dinner table and sat me down.  This was really annoying. Why is he treating me like a child. I didnt want to eat.

The plate infront me looked delicious but I didnt had any appetite and played with the food only bringing to my mouth some small vegetables. Vincenzo had his eyes on me all the time. Sometimes I would look behind because the projects that were missing that the teachertold me, they were here. Vincenzo had them here.The projects were inside glass box. All six of them. How did he get them from New York and brought them in Italy. Vincenzo had already finished his dinner and looked at me playing with the food. I place the fork down and looked at him. I know he looked annoyed by it.

"I told you to finish it...not to play with it." He said.

"Im not hungry." I cross my arms on my chest looking away from him.

He dragged his chair near me grabed the spoon and filled with food, pointing at me.

"What are you doing? I told you I dont want to eat!"

"You’re going to eat every last bit of the plate. Stop acting like a child!" He brings the spoon closer to my mouth. I had no choise but to eat.
"That is more like it." He smiled.

This was so annoying. Vincenzo watched me swallow the food and bringing another spoon with food untill the plate was empty. And my stomach was full after what two or one day.

"See? It wasn't so hard and you filled your stomach." Vincenzo said. " Do you feel tired?"
He must notice my red eyes.

"Yes I would like to go to the bedroom and sleep." I got up from the table. Vincenzo was standing closer to me this time. He really think I could try to get out again.
"Dont worry I wont try again!" I said.

"Didnt say you would. I hope you keep your promise."
Oh just wait untill I have the perfect time to escape from you.

Vincenzo walked me to the bedroom, closing the door behind. I pull the blanket and looked away. He was starting to take his shirt of to lay with me. I wanted to say something. I really wanted to tell him I didnt want him to sleep next to me. But to afraid to speak up he might do something bad to me. So I lett him lay next to me. Vincenzo lays next to me, putting an arm around my waist and rested his head the back of my shoulder, planting a small kiss.

"Good night doll." He said.

I didn't say it back. I couldn't. The words wouldn't come, and even if they could, I would never give him that satisfaction. Instead, I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. The reality of where I was, of who I was with, crashed over me in waves. How had my life come to this? How had I ended up in the arms of a man like him a mafia boss who saw me as just another part of his world? The weight of it all felt unbearable, and I wanted nothing more than to escape, to run as far away from this place as I could.

A few tears slipped free, trailing down my cheeks as I lay motionless beside him. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me soon, offering even the briefest escape from this nightmare. But the darkness around me only seemed to stretch, suffocating, as if there was no way out. I could feel myself slowly drifting into a restless sleep, though even in the quiet, my heart remained heavy, my mind haunted by the thought of what tomorrow would bring.