#12
MEDDIE’S POV
Before I could gawk at the interior of the house, I'm grabbed from behind by the scruff of my neck. For fuck's sake! I'm not a dog!
I reach back, trying to pull Damiano's steel grip off of me.
'That's a very nice way to behave with your wife.' Eye roll.
"Fucking leave me Damiano. What the fuck do you want now? I haven't done anything." I raged, shouting my lungs out.
"You've disrespected me from the start sweetheart, and you've broken many of my rules. All of that has piled up and now is the time for you to learn how to behave in front of me."
I turn sideways as much as possible, and kick his shin. His eyes hold more rage than I've ever seen in anybody.
His grip tightens even more and I'm jerked around like a rag doll to face him. I glare at him, looking straight in the eyes. "Eyes down." He seethes.
I defy him. My father couldn't get me to lower my eyes when I was a child, who the fuck does he think he is, commanding me to do so?
"Fuck. You! " I reply in the same tone. I'm not backing down now. He's got no leverage over me here.
His other hand takes a hold of my jaw. "You will obey me. Do you understand?"
"No."
"No?"
"You want to hear it in Italian? Noh! " I say with an accent.
He laughs manically. Gripping my hair he tilts my head up. He leans down to my ear, "you'll regret your actions very soon", and then licks up the side of my face. Ew.
A gasp escapes someone's lips behind me. Damiano looks at the person, with me still in his stronghold.
Out of the blue, his lips descend down on mine in a bruising kiss. I try moving away, but no luck. His hold on my jaw intensifies even more. I let out a pained cry giving him the opportunity to insert his tongue in my mouth. Increasing his pace. All my protests are futile. Fuck! I hate feeling weak.
He still doesn't relent his hold on me, moving his hand down the side of my neck to my shoulder, squeezing my breast, moving further down and now pinching my ass. My treacherous body. Betraying me. Getting aroused.
All this while my fists have been beating at his chest. He finally backs up. I take a deep breath.
Suddenly I'm shoved forward, and taken upstairs into a room and pushed forth making me stumble. "Don't leave the room and read the contract again. It seems you have forgotten who I am. You now belong to me, Wife. It'll be in your best interest to be on your best behavior in front of me."
"Shove the fucking contract up your ass bitch. Leave me alone asshole. FUCK YOU!"
He slams the door. I shout my lungs out, falling to my knees. I hate him so much! Why did he have to ruin my life? I was happy in my life. And now the only emotions I constantly feel are anger, sadness and frustration. I cry and cry and cry after that. Letting everything out. I cry when I'm sad. And I also cry when I'm angry.
••••••••••
My eyes opened with the creak of the door, it was night now. I slept after my crying fit and now my neck hurts due to the wrong sleeping position.
"What?!" I shout.
I cleared my eyes of the crust to actually look at the person who entered the room.
It was the woman from before.
"Sorry." I said with a guilty face. The woman just smiles in return. She's beautiful for her age. Maintained, would be one adjective to describe her. With luscious curly hair and gorgeous green eyes, she's an extraordinary beauty.
"My name is Fia Yuri. Nice to meet you daughter-in-law." She says, coming forward.
"My name is-" I pause, shocked. Daughter-in-law…
"You're Damiano's mom?!"
"Can I sit here Medhavi?" She replies.
"How does everyone know my name nowadays? It's exasperating!"
"It's how things work in our world Medhavi. Everyone knows everything about anyone."
"I guess I knew it already. Online books prepare you for this kind of shit in advance. Ugh! Why me?" I whine.
"Because you caught his eye Medha-"
"You can call me Meddie. Almost perfect pronunciation though!" I interrupt.
She smiles again.
'She has a beautiful smile!'
"How was the flight? You must be tired and hungry. Come with me. Eat some dinner and then you can sleep all you want." She said brightly.
"Ok!"
'Who denies food in their right mind?'
Dinner was tasty. But mozzarella and spinach pizza isn't very sustainable for an Indian stomach. On the dining table there was me, Damiano's mom and the pizza. Not like I'm complaining. I don't want to see that chutiya's face as well. After dinner I came back to the room. No doubt Damiano's room. (Idiot.)
••••••••••
It's noon now, I'm in the kitchen making food for myself. Apparently people here like waking up early in the morning to eat 'together' as a 'family'. And let's not forget that people here like waking others up with cold ice water thrown straight at the face.
At least that's how I was woken up. 'That bhenchod!' (Sisterfucker.)
But what people here are unaware of is that it's not that easy to make me abandon sleep. Especially after the shit show my life has become.
Anyway, there's not much I can make right now in terms of food that would satisfy me. Even though the pantry is full of food, it's still empty to me. There are not many spices apart from salt, black pepper, and some other spice mixes, mostly for meats.
"Ahem."
"Who are you?"
"Who am I? Who are you little girl?"
What the fuck? I thought everyone knew everything about everyone here. Eye roll.
"I'm M. Now who are you old man?"
"How dare you little bitch? You dare disrespect me in my house?"
"Don't tell me you're Damiano's father." I say with despair.
Just as he's about to answer another person enters the kitchen. Damiano's mom.
"What are you doing here honey?" She says with a sweet smile.
"I was just making myself food when this old man came in here firing questions at me. Not to mention he was rude as fuck." I explain.
She turns to her left, and her expressions are not pleasant. She tries to cover them but I catch them anyway.
"Father?"
'Great just the man I wanted to see, NOT!'
"Great, join the conversation Damiano. You were the last missing piece." I give a sardonic smile.
He fixes me with the infamous glare that does not produce any affect on me now.
I turn around to finish making the packet of noodles I'd found in the pantry.
And guess what folks… You never turn your back on you enemy. The fucker has a hold of my precious hair yet again.
"Leave me Damiano. Bhenchod! " I exclaim. (Sisterfucker.)
"Show me respect and I will."
"I thought I told you to shove it up your fucking ass you fucker!" And with that I punch his family jewels. Hard. And then whilst he's distracted I also punch his nose. Hard. I'm sick of his fucking behavior.
"If you grab me by my hair again or disrespect me in any way, shape, or form I'll fucking cut your willy off your body. Get it?"
I leave the kitchen, also leaving my precious food source down there.
I open my phone hoping to see any kind of message from my family or friends. But there's none. Obviously there's none. I have neither wifi nor sim cards compatible with the country. No form of contacting my friends and family. I'll have to ask that monster's mom about all this and also to go to a supermarket or preferably an Indian or Asian supermarket to find food essentials.
I hear shouting downstairs. And then stomping. ' Ugh! I know what's gonna happen in 3...2...1'
"How dare you? You disrespect and disobey me in front of my father. I'll show you what I do with defiant little bitches." He pulls out a gun.
I laugh. "What are you gonna do? Shoot me? Maybe you should Damiano. At least I won't have to be in your company then."
I hear 3 shots being fired. Closing my eyes I await the pain. But nothing happens. I open my eyes. He's right in front of me.
"Don't provoke me Meddie. I won't give you any more warnings from now on. You have no idea of what I'm capable of. It's time you learn the rules and consequences that follow."
"What rules are you fucking talking about you asshole? The contract you gave me was in Italian." I had no intention of losing brain cells trying to translate it so I never read it. "All I know is that you forced me into signing that fucking piece of paper to ruin my life. So enlighten me what rules have I fucking broken?"
He chuckled. "I like your fighting spirit Meddie. But let's not forget who the top gun-" he points his gun at himself "-is here. So stop your tough girl act right now before I do something you'll regret provoking me into doing."
"As for the rules, I'll have them typed in English for you so they can enter your thick skull."
"I want to contact my friends and family." I say aloud.
"Not until you learn your place and start behaving. That's your punishment." He gives a saccharine sweet smile.
"I'll take any other punishment Damiano, but just let me talk to my friends and family."
"Please." I say after a long pause.
"No." He turns and leaves the room.
'Fuck!'