This is my son's cry.
"Santiago, please give me my son. I'll die without him. Please. Just let me see him for a second, let me feel him." Tears started to stream down my face, my heart was breaking with sadness, not being able to see or feel my child. I want him next to me.
"If you're obedient, maybe you'll see him." That's all he said and he continued to pull me back into the room where we were the first time, while Alessandro's cries echoed in my ears.
I believe in God and I believe that my son will be with me soon.
He touched my son, and that was the worst thing he could have done.
"I hate you from the bottom of my soul. You and your whole damn family. I HATE YOU!!" I started screaming and punching him in the chest but he just laughed like a madman.
"The more you hate me, the more I like you." He replied and pushed me onto the bed.
I moved as far away as I could to the other end of the bed and quickly got to my feet, while he circled the bed to get to me. I jumped on the bed and went to the other side of the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, trying to get away from him, but I don't know how my legs got tangled and I just ended up on the floor.
I quickly got up to run away but he was already in front of me, holding me around my waist.
My stomach is turning from this closeness.
"The maid will bring you all the necessary things, and I want you to meet me in this bed tonight clean, tidy, showered. Today we will see how obedient you are and if you are ready to sacrifice yourself for your son and friend." My blood runs cold at his words.
Someone find us and save us.
"Do you understand!?" He said loudly.
"Yes."
He came closer to me and kissed me on the mouth. He left the room and I ran to the bathroom and threw up.
His whole face is bloody from the person he killed, he's still kissing me with that slimy mouth. I feel sick.
I went to the sink and quickly washed myself with water and scrubbed my mouth with my fingers to get that feeling off my mouth.
That moment. I lifted my head and looked straight into the mirror. My body froze. My face was all bruised and purple. He disfigured me. My lip was cracked with dried blood. My hair is messy, tangled. My skin is pale.
"Miss!"
I turned around and saw a young girl carrying some things and putting them on the bed.
I quickly tried to tell her to help me, to see Alessandro, but she didn't stay, she quickly left the room and locked it.
Hope dies last. I know there is a way out of this hell. I will save us.
A WEEK LATER
My body, my life has become cold, I don't even have tears to cry anymore. I'm disgusted with my life. I'm disgusted with myself.
Scratching my body with my nails, trying to remove that feeling of his hands from me, causing myself pain that is fleeting every day and I feel it less and less.
For a week, every night he comes to my room and fucks me from behind, while making me look in the mirror to satisfy himself. He causes me pain, it turns him on.
I wrapped myself in a towel and left the room, waiting for him to show up to come. Like every day for the last seven days that have been nothing more than hell.
