My throat is parched like a desert and I've been panting so hard, trying to catch my breath. What he made me do has drained all my energy that I can't even move.
He is undeniably merciless.
Sweat profusely covers my whole body and I feel so dirty and messed up. My body feels pain everywhere, but specifically more on my legs, so I try not to make any kind of movement for the mean time as I lie down. That man is ruthless and he made me feel like a rag doll that he can just do whatever he wants. I try to hold my pathetic tears by bitting my dry lips.
How can he makes me clean a whole garden the size of a football field? Alone?
He literally has taken the definition of slavery into his heart. Wait, does he even have a heart?
I've been captived and put into slavery inside this mansion of the infamous Harold Edward Styles the Third. I never laughed so hard when I learned his full name. The third..I can't believe that there has been three generations where an asshole was named as Harold Styles.
I've been here for almost a week, and all I did is pure hell. They made me work non stop, from cleaning the whole mansion to feeding and risking my life to the Don's twenty five wild and horendous doberman. Can you believe it? They said the beasts are well trained but obviously they don't react well to stranger like me.
I seen the Don once and all his orders to me has been given through Esme. The only good thing that happened to me since I've been stucked inside the Don's mansion is Esme. She has been my friend and surprisingly she cares for me like a family. Esme, a charming brunette who told me that the only and easiest way to survive here is just to follow the Don's order without a question. She guided me and helped me as possible as she could because apparently the Don specifically ordered that no help by anyone will come to me. Shockers.
The only thing that I don't like about Esme is that he sees Harold Styles so highly. I just don't understand how can she be loyal to him when he hasn't been anything but an asshole to everyone.
"Hey newbie! Stop slacking or else no dinner for you!" Lucas, the burly man who abducted me and the exact man who pushed me to the ground shouts at me.
I groan to see his presence as I quickly stands up, not minding the pain in my legs anymore. The hunger in my stomach will not compensate the pain I am feeling if ever I miss dinner because of this jerk.
"I was just resting a bit-"
"No rest. Order from the Don! Now go back to work!" He barks at me. I glare back at him as I continue pulling out weeds in this monstrous garden. The don is filthy rich but he can't even hire a gardener.
I swear, the Don's new form of hobby is to make my life a living hell. I mean among the slaves here, I am the only one to whom he gave out specific orders and Lucas gladly makes sure that I comply it.
Lucas mutters a few blasphemy when his phone rings signalling him that he's been called back inside the mansion. It makes me sigh in relief when he starts to walk away. He is my least favorite person here in the mansion next to the Don. He really thinks highly of himself and treats other slaves like he is higher than us. But the truth is, he is also just a servant like any of us here.
Hours has passed and the sun finally gets tired and shuts his rays of sunlight. My body and my stomach to my dismay starts to ache increasingly. Dinner is served for the Don at six, the slaves at eight in the evening. But for new slaves like me, it is served at ten in the evening.
My stomach growls in protest just by the thought of waiting for four more hours before I can eat. Unfortunately, the sun comes down and finally gets his rest but for me I still need to work till my dinner time. I laugh dryly, thinking that the Don wants to get rid of me indirectly through this inhumane slavery.
My stomach grumbles again that even eating these weeds crossed my mind just to satisfy my hunger.
All of a sudden, my hands start to shakes uncontrollably and then it starts to feel numb. With full panic I try to clench it, digging my nails to my skin to make it feel, but there is none. My breaths starts to get shallow and cold sweat covers my skin as fear engulfs me. What's happening to me?
"Lisa what's wrong?" Esme speaks as she arrives distracting me.
"I- i can't feel my hands! Esme help me! I don't know what's wrong with it!" I panic as I try to grab her hands but wierd enough I can't feel grasping it but I notice Esme flinches in pain signalling me that I am holding her hands with too much force.
"Let's go to the clinic then! Come!" Esme holds my arms as she supports my weak body to walk. But as soon as I stand up, I lost my consciousness.
***
His eyes roams all over my body like I am a sort of a specimen. He places his forefinger over his lips observing every detail of me. I feel like some kind of an object in a store where he is still deciding if he'll buy me or not. His scrutinizing eyes never fails to break contact from me.
I try to cover myself by covering my exposed breast with my small hands. Shivers comes to me when I felt the coldness inside this room, which is also added by the depressing thought that I am slowly losing my dignity in front of a man.
My eyes are glued in the floor avoiding his harsh gaze. I feel my head getting a bit dizzy as my sobs, fatigue and whirlwind of emotions hit me at once. The Don slowly stands up from his ridiculously massive chair that resembles a medieval king's throne. I flinch when I feel that the Don is slowly approaching me. My panic heightens more as I face the unknown. What is he planning to do?
I step back when I feel the Don is almost an arms away from me. I hear him growl from my action, and I shudder from his whole presence. He is definitely terrifying. He is a very well built man with a height that makes me feel so tiny.
"You think I will rape you?" He asks menacingly.
My tears flow even more, when I heard from his own words the worst possible thing he can do to me. With a great amount of courage, I slowly move my eyes to meet his gaze. Surprisingly he laughs so hard but he doesn't sound happy at all. His laugh was meant to ridicule me.
"Please. You are not even appealing at all." He says in a deadpan voice.
I know I am supposed to be glad that he won't do any sexual thing to me but still it hurts my ego.
"You are too skinny. You're skin's too dry and dirty.."
I listen to all his list of verbal assault to me making my low self esteem to go down even more.
"And most of all you are not even beautiful at all. Pathetic of you to even think that I will rape you?" He scoffs. I clench my hands trying my best not to punch his perfect face.
"You are here because you are now my property. All of you, even your soul is mine. You are here to serve me without reservation. Understood?" He barks.
I don't even want to see his face after he insulted me. You see, being a poor girl living in a very harsh environment will toughen you but right now I am in my most vulnerable moment. I scoff when realization dawns at me. He wants to destroy my self esteem completely so that he can control me like a puppet.
"I said do you understand." He grits.
"I don't." I reply courageously. I almost laugh when I see his face falters to confusement and bewilderment. But then it turns into anger when he sees me smirking.
"Do you know why I made you strip?" He asks me. Now it's my turn to look confused.
"To show you that you are nothing." He holds my neck which triggers fear inside me.
"You are one of the pathetic pests that we need to eradicate but fortunately for you, I found you and I'm giving you a chance to live." He tightens his grip into my neck making my breathing difficult.
"So you owe me your life, peasant. I own you now so you are here to please my will. So cut that attitude and stupid pride that most low life like you have. Because you have nothing to show." He tightens his grip on my neck even more and it shuts the passage of air that gets inside of me. I begin to choke. I struggle to remove his grip on my neck as I almost see dots in my vision.
"So do you understand?" He speaks like he is talking to a child. I nod so fast as tears drench my flushed cheeks. He then removes abruptly his steel grip on my neck as I drop into the cold floor. I am panting so hard trying to catch my breath as I hold my neck wincing in pain. His steel grip on my neck will surely leave a bruise later.
"I need words, Lisa." He says impatiently.
"Y-yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, D-don."
"You are walking in a thin rope here Lisa, so you better do what you think would be best for you."
***
"Lisa wake up! Are you okay?"
My eyes shot open as I wake up from my nightmare. I see a worried Esme beside me, her hands on my shoulders. I cringe that I dreamt of it again. That encounter between me and the Don is etched in my mind that even in my dreams it resurfaces again and again. I shake my head as if it can erase that memory.
"Where am I?"
"You are inside the clinic. You passed out for almost eight hours. It is two in the morning now." Esme informs me. Memories comes back to me and I remember my numb hands. In an instant, I check my hands to see if it's alright. I give out a huge sigh of relief when it feels normal again.
"What happened to me?"
"The doctor said, your iron level in your blood went drastically low which explains the numbness and you are too dehydrated which explains the fainting as well."
"So what will happen to me now?"
"You need to rest." She replies to me but I notice her face turns sour.
"What's bothering you?" I ask her.
"You see Lisa, the Don heard about this.."
"And..?" My heart sank as soon as I heard the word 'Don'.
"H-he said that you will still continue your scheduled work. He doesn't want you to rest Lisa." Tears springs to Esme's eyes.
"Hey, I should be the one crying here." I attempt to make things lighter for her.
"H-he is not usually like that Lisa. I swear something is bothering him right now." She defends the Don while I roll my eyes.
"Please. His actions explains it all, you don't need to defend him." I spit.
"You need to rest now to gain energy later." Esme changes the subject.
"Can you give me food?" I ask remembering my grumbling stomach.
"I know you will ask for that, so I reserved some food for you." So far this is the highlight of my day, after seeing the tray of food.
"Why are these so many?"
"I gave my share." Esme smiles at me while my eyes widens.
"You don't need to do that."
"It's fine, you need that more than me." My eyes wells with tears from the kindness of Esme. No one ever did that for me, even my own mother.
"C'mon don't cry, you need to eat now so that you can still have time for rest."
"Why are you so kind?" I ask in bewilderment.
"In this world full of hatred, a little kindness won't hurt right?" She beams at me.
***
So now, I am back in this ridiculous sized garden even though my head is still dizzy. I am greatful that Esme gave me some pills that I have to take and a jug of water. She also hid a piece of bread inside my bag which she told me to eat when I am about to take my pills so it will not be obvious. Esme told me that there is a lot of surveillance camera in the garden so I have to be very careful.
Cleaning and pulling out weeds in this garden gets me scared. Snakes or other dangerous animals might be hiding in it and it might attack me. So I try to be very careful and I try to heighten my senses even with my condition.
All of a sudden the bells rings signalling us that it is time for lunch. So I stand up from my squating position as I walk fast towards the mansion. But before I can even open the door in the mansion, Lucas yanks me causing confusement on my side.
"The Don wants to see you. Go now, don't make him wait." My eyes widen in fear. Seriously after our last encounter, no girl in the sane mind would want to see him again.
"What about my lunch?"
"I'm sorry, but do I care? Go! You are wasting my time!" He pushes me that it makes my dizziness to worsen.
"Shit! Don't you dare faint on me now!" Harshly he grabs my hair and arms and drags me towards the elevator. I scream in pain as I feel the roots of my hair sting so bad.
"We don't want to make the Don waiting, so struggle again and I will put you in the dungeon without a second thought." He threatens me.
Without a choice, I move my weak body towards the predator's den.
Hello lovely!
Restraint updates will be twice a week. Wednesday and Saturday. Is that alright?
Since we are just getting started, the character's personality will develop more as the story goes.
I imagine Lisa as Nicola Peltz from the movie Transformer. I know she has green eyes but I imagine it to be blue.
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