Mia’s pov
The word ‘humiliation’ has never applied to me in my entire life like it does to me right now.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to actually disappear from the face of the earth like I really want to at this very moment.
I watched through wide eyes as Lorenzo exited the kitchen without sparing me another look, and shame so intensely engulfed me. My heart was still racing and it didn’t seem like it was going to slow down any moment from now.
I glanced down at my cloth, wrinkling my nose at the dirt all over it. My eyes wandered around the kitchen and I let out a long sigh after a few seconds, knowing that I was going to clean up all the mess I had made by mess.
Without wasting much time, I decided to get to work, because I know damn well that Lorenzo was going to flip should he come down here once again to realize that I left the kitchen the way it currently is.
I let out a long sigh as I picked up the rag next, and as worked, I couldn’t get the thought of what Lorenzo had done to me here in the kitchen about ten minutes ago, away from mind.
The way he had gripped my cheeks tightly like I was a naughty little child refusing to eat her meal.
A weird feeling rushed over me as the image formed in my head, making me shake my head in order to get my thoughts back in control.
As I worked, I couldn’t help it, my mind kept wandering back to Lorenzo, and my mouth twisted in distaste as all what he said began to reecho in my head.
The way he had called my his slave, referring to me like I was a non living thing, and for the hundredth time, I tried to imagine what it was that my father had done to him to warrant me being punished for it, especially when I clearly had no hand in whatever it was that my father had done to him.
Had my father stolen from him?
Knowing my father, and how geeedy and over ambitious he was, I wouldn’t put him past him.
But, if that was the case, why am I being punished for that?
Clearly he could go take it up with my father, and from the looks of things so far, my father was no match for Lorenzo.
No match at all.
I swept the kitchen clean and mopped the entire place, making sure it was as clean as I had met it.
Because I never had to do any of these before, it took me a really long time to be done. I loaded the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and once I was done, I exhaled a sharp sigh of relief before dragging myself out of the kitchen.
The wall clock I glanced at on the way upstairs showed that it’s been past three hours since I made my way down the stairs to come prepare breakfast like Lorenzo had ordered me to.
I trudded up the stairs, undressing once I was in the privacy of my bedroom without wasting time. My entire body felt dirty, not just because of the time I spent slaving in the kitchen, but because of how Lorenzo had caged me against the counter with his stupidly hard and large body, before gripping my cheeks tightly and…
I shook my head a little, stopping my train of thoughts.
I wasn’t going to think about any of that right now, especially how I had felt when he had been doing that. I’m definitely not going to think about that now… at least not yet.
I entered the bathroom and thoroughly brushed my teeth until my gums hurts. I was trying everything in me to make my mouth feel clean again after Lorenzo had forced that burnt food into my mouth in the kitchen, hours ago.
The vile bastard.
As I scrubbed my body clean, I kept imagining ways in which I could use to end his life, but as I kept those thoughts coming well, I knew fully well that I wasn’t only joking with myself right now.
I couldn’t even fully look him in his eyes when talking to him, nor could I even stand being in a really close proximity with him without feeling like my entire body was being buzzed with different feelings at once.
Once I was done in the shower, I toweled my long hair thoroughly. A sad feeling crossed my mind on noticing how much hair I was already losing, which was definitely because I wasn’t taking care of it like I used to back at home.
Ever since I got kidnapped, I haven’t used any kind of hair products on my hair.
But I knew fully well that the health of my hair should be the least of my problems right now.
My main concern was how I was going to survive in the hands of Lorenzo. At this rate, it’s already starting to seem like I wouldn’t last that long, especially if he keeps threatening to kill me every damn day.
Lorenzo clearly doesn’t give two fucks about me, and that thought was enough to send a dreaded shiver over my body.
Once my hair was thoroughly toweled, I discarded the towel and wrapped another one around my middle and then exited the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me.
I glanced up and almost lost my footing as soon as I locked gaze with a pair of familiar ocean blue eyes from across the other side of my bedroom, which made my heart forcefully fly into my throat in shock.
Lorenzo was standing right behind my closed bedroom door, with his hands folded over his chest, looking like he had the power to bring me down to my knees with nothing but his sharp gaze, and he wasn’t wrong to think that, to begin with.
What does he want now?