Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

But my plan to grab food and run no longer seems possible. I don’t really know what to do. I try to ignore them and walk to the kitchen. No one has given me a command. No one has ordered that I strip in front of them. They haven’t done anything that deserves any fear. It was probably just all talk anyway to mess with my head. I’ll just spend my time cleaning or working for them. They won’t actually rape me. The plan is still the same. I will just grab some food and head back to my room to eat it.

When I enter the kitchen, I find a buffet table of food. The servants all seem to ignore me as I walk over and grab a plate of food. That’s when I realize they might be slaves, too. People who owe a debt to the Carini family.

I walk over to a young woman who can’t be more than twenty. “Are you a slave, too?” I ask.

She smiles sweetly as she continues to chop vegetables. “No, ma’am. I’m a servant. The Carini family is a good employer that pays well. I gladly work for them.”

I sigh. “I’m a slave. Help me escape.”

She smiles. “You owe them a debt. You can leave when it’s been paid back.”

I frown. This woman won’t help me.

“Are there more like me?”

“Of course there are more people who owe the Carini family a debt. But you are the only one who owes such a steep price.”

I don’t know what the hell she means, but I’m not going to stay here and figure it out. I start walking back out of the kitchen, hating that it is connected to the dining room and that I’m going to have to walk back through it to get to my room.

I step out and feel everyone’s eyes on me again, but I don’t make eye contact back. I keep my head held high as I walk through the dining room.

“Sit down, slave,” Enrico says.

I freeze and turn to him, hating the command even though it is a simple one to follow. I won’t do it because he commanded me to.

“I’m eating in my room.”

He laughs. “No, you aren’t. You are eating with us.”

I shake my head and then keep walking when I hear a snap of fingers, and two men I don’t know rush over. One grabs my plate of food out of my hands while the other grabs hold of me and drags me to the table, forcing me into a seat.

“Thank you for joining us for breakfast, slave,” Enrico says, laughing.

I try to get up again, but the man forces me back into my seat.

“You eat with us, or you don’t eat at all.”

I want to be defiant. I want to say that I won’t eat, but I can’t. I need the food. If I’m going to fight any bigger battles, I need my strength. And I have nothing left after not eating or sleeping for the last few days.

So, I stay in my seat, and I start eating quickly, hoping that the faster I eat, the less time I have to spend with these disgusting people.

I see Arlo sitting at the far end of the table. He looks at me in disgust and then gets up from the table. He doesn’t save me. He doesn’t care.

I keep eating, and I’m again mostly ignored. I don’t know why I was forced to eat at the table when none of them seem to care that I’m even here.

Enrico finally gets up from the table, as do a couple of the men. He walks over to me, and my heart stops.

“Enjoy the rest of your breakfast, slave.”

He grabs my chin and licks the side of my face while I freeze, not expecting him to touch me. My heart races, and my face turns red, but my body doesn’t react.

“I can’t wait to have you for breakfast. We have some work to do, but I will see you again soon, slave.”

He lets go of my chin and walks out of the room while I’m left to deal with his saliva on my face along with the threat of what tomorrow could bring. My anger grows as I wipe my face with a napkin. He knows I hate being controlled, and he is using it against me. Pushing my buttons so that he can do whatever he wants to me.

I try to remain calm. I don’t have the strength now to fight him. It’s not worth it. Let him do what he wants, call me what he wants. I’m not a slave, and no matter what I signed, I don’t owe him or his family anything. It was their choice to save me. They should have let me die.

When the men are gone, I finish shoveling in my breakfast. There are a few other women still sitting at the table. None of them seem to give a shit about what just happened. They just continue eating. It takes me a second to notice the one person left at the table who might care—Gia. She stares at me the whole time I eat. She’s not a little girl anymore like she was the last time I saw her. She’s a woman. A beautiful woman who might be on