The Demon In Her Angel Eyes

Ch.1

(Caution This Story Contains Mature Themes!)

It's been five years, five years of this hell. I haven't seen my momma, and I'm worried. I miss her so much. But I can't find a way out. It just ends up being worse for me.

I'm the maid here at the Russian Mafia manor.

I make the food for these monsters, I clean everything from the dishes to the pool outside.

People say I'm incredibly skinny for being 19, but I sadly know. I'm not allowed to eat a lot, just enough to keep me alive.

I only have one friend here, and that's my pet mouse, Jack. I keep him in my room and bring him food, so he says alive and well. We talk, of course. I can't precisely understand him but, I think he understands me. He's like my best friend.

It's currently 6 o'clock in the morning, and I'm getting ready for the day. "What's that, Jack? Uh-huh, why thank you.——There you go." I made a small pouch into my apron to fit Jack when he wants to go out. And I don't mind the company. He's like my personal shield that I feel safer with.

————KNOCK——KNOCK————

"Just to let you know, the boss said you need to look nice today. You're going out."

"Okay, thank you very much, Sir." What to wear? "What should I wear, Jack?" He pointed his head to one of my favorite outfits. My all black. Leather jacket, black jeans, black shirt, and combat boots. I put Jack into my pocket in my jacket and headed downstairs.

"Well, you look half decent. It'll have to do."

I immediately look at the floor. I'm not allowed to make eye contact with him unless granted.

"We are going to a meeting with the other three families, and you're going to behave. And DO NOT talk to any other man. Are we clear?"

I nodded. "Good, now get to the car. I'll be there in a minute." I quickly went to the car. I don't know what it's like in Russia for other wives. But, here with HIM in charge, Husbands can do whatever they please to their Wives. Even if they say no. I had heard one killed from being beaten so badly. Another had lost her baby.

The only happiness I have ever gotten is when one wife had a smile on her face. I had heard that she didn't get beaten, raped, or lost any of her children. Her husband was good to her. Treated her like a living goddess. I guess she is fortunate.

"Angel, your gonna behave, correct? Because you know what'll happen if you don't." He gave me an evil wink.

"Да сэр." (Yes Sir)

With that, he started to drive. I started thinking of why I hate him. Was it his black eyes that were soaked in evil? How he looks at girls in front of me? How he sleeps with other girls? Or was it the fact he abuses me? Or how HE took my baby away from me?! I don't know. Maybe all.

I looked in my pocket to check on Jack, and he was sound asleep. My little baby boy. I looked at the window to see bright lights, tall buildings, and people. It was beautiful. I wish I could stay here forever. I looked at this couple to see them holding hands kissing, and I looked around to see more and more couples doing the same.

I didn't see a single sad face. No bruises, cuts, nothing but smiles. It drew a small tear from my eye. I wish I had someone to treat me like this. But I'll never find a man, I don't need one. What these demons have taught me is to never NEVER trust a man.

"Angel, we're here now." I nodded. See, these men are tricky sons of a bitch. Because he doesn't let me get out of the car or open any door. He does it. But, that's only in public; at home, he's a wife-beater. And the public eye would never suspect a thing.