Matteo: A Dark Mafia Hate Story by Talbot Ginger

Author:Talbot, Ginger
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Natasha

I move through a perpetual haze of exhaustion now.

Matteo has been kind enough to provide me with powerful painkillers. I say “kind” sarcastically, because the reason I’m in pain every day is that he punishes me every night when I fail to clean the entire house to his satisfaction. He’s whipped my thighs, he’s caned the bottom of my feet, he’s shocked me again.

For a couple of nights I was in too much pain to sleep because of his punishments, and I passed out from exhaustion several times when I was trying to clean. I also became clumsy in the kitchen, dropping plates, tripping over my own feet, which made Alonza yell at me and pinch me to bring me out of my fog.

Then Matteo started giving me the painkillers at night, after he punished me, and I was at least able to fall asleep. That gives me enough strength – barely – to make it through each wretched day. I make breakfast for everyone, clear the table afterward, load the dishwasher, and then I spend an hour in the kitchen with Alonza learning a new recipe. Then I rush off to my Italian lesson. After that, I wearily practice my lessons using the tape recorder Matteo got me as I push the cleaning cart through the house, and at least I’m getting my pronunciation down. I eat lunch in between cleaning. I make dinner for everyone with Alonza – she teaches me even more new recipes – wash all the dishes, and head back to my duties, cleaning until the sun goes down.

I do notice that Alonza’s room and Valentina’s room are already spotless when I go in there, and I think they’re doing that to help me. I’m surprised to see any kindness at all from Alonza, who is the sourest, most miserable human I’ve ever seen, but I’ll take whatever help I can get.

I believe I have figured out why Matteo is doing this to me – because I’ll be too tired to fight back, too tired to plan my escape. And for now he’s right. I am using up every ounce of my strength trying to clean this house. I feel like Sisyphus pushing the boulder uphill every night, almost reaching the top, only to have it roll back down. But I can’t stop, I can’t ever stop. As long as I at least try, I only get punished a little bit. If I don’t try my absolute best, he’ll torture me until I pass out, again and again.

Every night I’m so tired that I no longer have the energy to please Matteo – and he’s made it quite clear that because of that, he’s visiting Concetta. It shouldn’t hurt me, but it does. I feel utterly hopeless. I can barely fake smiles any more. That used to be my thing, faking smiles.

I’ve been here for a week now. I know this because every morning when I wake up, I check the day off in my head.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.