Kidnapped by the Devil

Chapter 10: Carina

When I wake up my ass is literally on fire, well at least it feels like it is. I slowly get out of bed and go to the bathroom to see if my butt is bruised. Something inside me knows it is, but I want to be sure. Every step I take hurts like hell and by the time I reach my bathroom I'm panting. I turn to look in the mirror and my eyes and lips are swollen from all the crying, and my nose is redder than a cherry. I turn to the side to examine how badly damaged my ass is, and I cringe at the sight before me. My butt is a reddish purple and when I graze my fingers across my cheeks I feel little tingles of pain ripple through my body. Just be careful when you sit down, and try not walk so fast these next few days. I sigh and slowly walk to the closet. I grab one of my overly sized sweaters and a pair of socks. Bottoms of any kind aren't even thought of as I pull the sweater over my head. It will hurt too much, and plus my sweater stops a little passed my thighs so it's okay. I put my socks on and slowly make my way back into the room. Well it's either follow Mr. Lucifer's rules or get my ass spanked everyday. My butt throngs just thinking of being paddled again. I notice the red light on the call speaker blink in peripheral. The only person it can be is Venni, so I press the black button to answer.

"Yes Venni," I ask nicely. I may hate Matteo, but Venni has been kind so I will remain treating him the same way.

"Miss Lehew I have dinner and an ice pad waiting for you," he answers softly. How can someone so gentle and nice work for a cruel monster like Matteo? Venni has shown me nothing but sincerity since I got here, while his boss on the otherhand has been a cold hearted bipolar monster.

"Come in," I answer. Judging from the lack of sunlight outside and the immense amount of hunger I am experiencing, I slept through lunch. I glance out my window and briefly admire the pinks, purples, and oranges from the sun setting. I need to start keeping track of my days here because I want to be out in a matter of weeks. The sooner I get out, the sooner I can get back to my life. My family. Sadness suddenly hits my body. My parents must be worried sick about me, especially my father. Matteo was right in knowing that kidnapping me would definitely make him suffer. The door unlocks and Venni enters pulling a cart with one hand, and holding a big blue rectangular pad in the other.

"Good evening Miss Lehew. Here is your dinner for tonight and an ice pad for your uh-," he says gesturing toward the cart and handing me the frozen pad. It's cold, but I know it's going to feel freezing against my warm bum.

"Venni I have a few questions for you," I say raising my eyebrows curiously.

"I'll answer them to the best of my ability Miss Lehew," he says leaning on a dresser.

"Okay that's fair. So I'll get straight to it. Why do you work for Matteo? I've read in the papers the things he's done to people, and based on how he treats me, I've come to the conclusion that he's just a sick monster. Aren't you afraid," I ask him softly. I really want to know the truth behind everything, and Venni seems like a genuine guy. What would he want to do with Matteo?

"This may sound crazy, but please do not judge Mr. Carson. He's not a saint, but he's no monster either. You can't believe everything you read. I've worked for him since he was a boy and he's given me nothing but respect," he answers. I look into his green eyes and see nothing but sincerity and honesty. I've never seen Matteo be rude or spiteful towards Venni either, but what do I know? I've been locked in this room since I got here.

"Okay well do you have family?"

"Mr. Carson is the only family I have Miss Lehew," he answers curtly. There's a hint of sadness in his eyes, and I can't help but feel guilty for invading his privacy.

"What day is it Venni?"

"It's Saturday Miss Lehew," he answers.

"Okay. Well that's all I wanted to know. Thank you for bringing me dinner," I say softly. He nods his head and walks out the door making sure to lock it behind him. I put the ice pad on the chair by the vanity and slowly sit down. The coolness of the pad sends shocks throughout my body. Once I am fully seated and relaxed, I pull the silver lid off of my plate. My mouth waters at the sight before me. It's cajun pasta with a side of honey buttered croissants. The aroma of the meal is intoxicating. If I would have eaten lunch today, I'd choose this time to be rebellious and tell Matteo to shove dinner up his ass as well, but my stomach is rumbling and my ass needs to heal so it's best if I don't.

When I finish dinner, I pull the cart towards the door. I know Venni sends a maid in to clean up when I'm in the bathroom or asleep, because my meal carts disappear and a hint of lemon and bleach lingers in my room. My ass is feeling a lot better after I sat on the ice pad too. I can actually walk across my room at a normal pace, but I know that it's going to be a day or two before the pain goes away completely. I glance out my window and notice the stars in the sky. We must be far away from the city, because the only stars you see there are celebrities. I let out a sigh. I miss my friends, but I miss my parents the most. After the accident two years ago, my father decided to call me every morning to make sure I was okay and that I was safe. The accident was something that scarred our family forever. Dealing with the aftermath tore us apart for a brief moment. My mother and my father lived in separate homes, and were very nasty to each other. I became addicted to my pain medication for my injuries, and everything was just a total mess. One day I couldn't take it anymore. It was six months after the accident, and my parents were becoming unbearable and being awful towards each other. I was so depressed I ended up taking too many pills on accident and almost killed myself in the process. I don't regret that it happened because that's what brought my family back together, and after that we went to grief counseling for families. It took a lot of work, but my parents and I are okay now. I feel something wet roll down my face and wipe it away to only realize I'm crying again. I let a few more tears escape as I fall back on the soft bed pillows.

My parents have suffered enough from the accident. I'm not going to let my ego and pride keep me here any longer. I'm going to follow unreasonable rules the best I can, and I'm not doing it for me or for him. I'm doing it for my parents. The sooner I get out of this hell, the sooner I can be reunited with them. That's the only choice I have at this point.