Maid for the Mafia
Someone is Inside

**ROMANY**

I closed the door behind myself with a bang. Not giving a fuck who heard it slam. Well, that's not true. I actually hoped everyone heard it and that*someone* might come running. Because I might need rescuing any second now. What I was doing right at the moment was completely out of my comfort zone. *This man is a killer! When a killer leaves his door open... It's usually a trap.* But for some reason, I couldn't leave.

There were two different hallways along two different walls. Not having a clue which one I should choose, I headed left.

The first door I came across was locked, so I kept moving. After a few more feet it cut to the right. I paused for a moment to take a deep breath and gather my balls. Continuing around the bend, I stepped into a small corridor. Straight ahead of me stood another single door, to the right of me was a short hallway that led into the sitting room, and finally, to the left were three doors. One at the end of the hall and two on opposite sides along the wall. *Which door should I choose? Ha! Probably the exit because this is a very bad idea.*

I veered left. The first two doors were locked - big surprise - so I kept walking. As I approached the door at the end of this hall, my spine began to tingle. Gooseflesh raced across my arms and rushed over my legs. I stood there for a moment, just listening. Everything remained still. Not a sound came from anywhere. I reached for the handle and turned it. The door was unlocked, but didn't swing open. Almost as if it had some sort of spring mechanism in place, designed to keep it from ever being accidentally left open. I pushed through and stepped into the room, keeping my back against the door so that it wouldn't close behind me. The space was completely devoid of light and something about the darkness of the room felt heavier. I could almost feel it on my skin. As my eyes adjusted a bit, I was still only able to make out vague shapes. I didn't see any light switch anywhere, not that I would have flipped them on if I did, so I was left guessing. There were a few large pieces of equipment that looked vaguely like weight machines, but I couldn't be sure. A series of strangely shaped benches lined one wall, but that was about all I could make out. *This is probably a gym. He's gotta keep that fist of his in tip top shape for Stella, I suppose.*

"I need to leave," I whispered to myself before stepping out of the room and closing the door gently.

No longer in the mood to maim anyone, I raced back the way I came. Hoping like hell I could make it out and forget I ever trespassed here. As I approached the front of the suite and the double doors that would mean my salvation, I noticed something that made my blood turn cold. The door that I passed when I first walked in... the one that was locked... was now standing wide open. *Shit.*

A glance over my shoulder told me that not only was it open, but the light was on inside. Swallowing back a scream, I raced for the front door and silently slipped out into the hall. Closing the door behind myself without so much as a click, I remained in motion, zipping down the corridor and straight into my rooms.

"Safe!" I gushed, closing the door with my back. "Fuck that was close."

Flipping the deadbolt felt like flipping a switch that zapped me of all my strength. I groaned, suddenly aware of how sore I was in some places. My back, my shoulders, my boobs! *Fuck.* I headed straight for the bathroom and started the shower. I wanted it hot enough to scorch my pain away. Turning back toward the mirror, I studied myself. The bikini didn't fit me nearly as well as I thought it did. The only part of my ass that was covered was my crack. The rest was free bouncing with every step. Stepping closer to the mirror, I studied the top and my jaw hit the floor. With slow steady hands, I reached around to untie the strings of my top and gasped. My left breast was covered in cruel bruises and for a moment I couldn't believe that I didn't check them right away. I *knew* how painful it was when he did it! Why the hell didn't I check?

"Shit," I whined.

My shoulders, my back... my neck...

Grabbing a hair clip, I pinned my hair up and away from my neck and slowly angled my body so that I could survey the rest of the damage. My throat closed at what I saw.

Large ugly hickies covered both back sides of my neck, so dark they were nearly black. A few along my shoulders too, and even a couple on my upper back. But those were nothing compared to the bitemarks. The skin at the junction of my shoulder and my neck was nearly broken through. On the right side of my neck there's another one, and then one on my nape, and along my shoulder blades as well... *Son-of-a-bitch.*

He knew what he had done! He knew!!! And then he sent me off for a swim knowing that I was too exhausted to even think straight... He knew I was hungry too and that I would head for the pool in a mad rush.

*That bastard fucking painted a cape on me with his marks and sent me out so the world to could admire them.*

But why? More punishment? What kind of person does shit like that? *Hmm... a psychopath, duh.*

*Jesus Christ.* The *worst* part was when he bit me... "He made me cum," I groaned. "How embarrassing."*I'm going to need a turtleneck.*

Did you know that it's physically impossible to drown yourself in the shower? Well, it's true.

By the time I stepped out I was swaying on my feet and didn't even bother getting dressed. I headed straight for the bed and tumbled inside head first. Just as the first sigh of contentment left my lips, my phone pinged on the nightstand.

"Damn it," I mumbled, turning my face toward the offending gadget. Snatching it up warily I cringed. For the first time ever, I prayed that it wasn't Ruby.

It wasn't.

Unknown Number-

Hey, I'm at the door.

Me-

Lies. Who is this? Matthew?

Unknown Number-

... Who the hell is Matthew?

Me-

Who the hell are you???

Unknown Number-

It's Damien. I'm at the door. Open up. I want to talk to you.

How in the hell did he even get my number?*Shit. Him, I really don't want to see right now.* My chest tightened and I curled myself into a ball. *I can't let him see me tonight. I just can't.* The last thing I wanted to do was answer questions or start a new drama. Nope. I was just going to lay here until everyone thought I was dead. I powered off my phone and closed my eyes, willing my mind to sleep.

I'm not sure how long I'd been resting before I heard what sounded like a latch snapping. But my ears perked up and I held myself still. Just as I was ready to fall back to sleep, a shadow passed over the wall in front of me and the unmistakable sound of footsteps headed toward my bed.

*Someone is inside.*