One hour later, Elian found himself inside the bathroom of Alessio scrubbing the toilet so hard that his arms were aching.
Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he worked, and his hands were already raw from the harsh cleaning chemicals. He gritted his teeth, muttering angrily to himself;
"This is the third time. The third fucking time I'm scrubbing this toilet seat."
Alessio had checked twice already and both times, he had ordered Elian to clean it again with that infuriating smirk on his face.
Elian knew exactly why Alessio was being like this. It was punishment. Punishment for choosing to be a maid instead of giving away his pride and spreading his legs like Alessio Lombardi wanted.
It was around midnight now and Elian hadn't rested for a single second since he had stepped foot into this cursed cell. He hadn't even eaten anything since... since before he went to Matteo's apartment.
He had skipped lunch because he needed to work during those hours so he could pay for the expensive restaurant he booked- that was where Matteo would get his favorite meal.
"What a twist of event..." Elian chuckled dryly as he thought of what was supposed to be happening by now if he hadn't walked into Matteo getting fucked by another man.
He would definitely be writing in pleasure under Matteo instead of scrubbing the bathroom here.
His stomach rumbled loudly, cutting him off his thoughts. And like that, his thoughts shifted- to the man who was currently inflicting pain on him.
"That piece of shit!"
"Son of a gun... Good for nothing bastard!" Elian gritted his teeth harder, cussing out Alessio viciously in his mind. Every insult he could think of, he hurled at the man mentally.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he finished scrubbing. He stood up slowly, his knees protesting from kneeling so long on the hard floor.
He walked out of the bathroom to inform Alessio so the bastard could come check again and hopefully, finally be satisfied.
But as he stepped into the main room, he stopped at the sight before him.
Alessio was sleeping peacefully on the bed. He had removed his prison uniform jacket and was now in just a white singlet. Some tattoos ran from his neck down to his shoulders and back, scary yet beautiful designs that probably meant something in the mafia world.
"He looks... hot." A voice stated in Elian's head and sharply, he scrunched up his nose in disgust.
He was annoyed that even now, exhausted and angry and starving, his traitorous eyes and a strange voice in his head that definitely wasn't his, still registered how attractive Alessio was.
However, he was too busy to dwell on that. He moved closer to the bed, reaching out to touch Alessio's shoulder to wake him.
But before his hand could make contact, Alessio spoke up, even though his eyes were still closed;
"Don't bother."
Elian's hand froze mid-air.
"Go back and continue washing," Alessio continued in that same calm, sleepy voice. "I can feel the toilet isn't clean enough yet."
"You can feel? Feel?" Elian's jaw was almost touching the floor as he processed those words. He couldn't believe his audacity. His mouth opened, ready to yell, to tell this arrogant bastard exactly where he could shove his---
"Run along now," Alessio cut him off smoothly, still not opening his eyes.
Elian stood still for a moment, his entire body trembling with rage. His fists clenched so tight his nails dug into his palms.
Then slowly, he turned and walked back into the bathroom.
But this time, he didn't go to the toilet. Instead, he grabbed the plastic bowl they used for scooping water from the bucket then filled it to the brim with cold water.
Afterwards, he marched back out into the room, walked straight up to the bed, and without hesitation, poured the entire bowl of water right onto Alessio's crotch area.
Alessio jumped up in shock, his eyes flying open as the cold water soaked through his pants. "What the—!"
Elian quickly bowed with exaggerated, mock submission, his voice dripping with false politeness;
"I'm so sorry, sir. Maybe my hand slipped. You see, I'm so hungry and I've been working non-stop. My hands just aren't steady anymore."
Alessio's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Elian whose head was still slightly bent to one side.
"Are you out of your mind?" Alessio's voice was dangerously low now as he stood up from the bed slowly.
"Are you not afraid of me?" He demanded, his brows furrowing in utter disbelief.
Elian straightened up from his bow and met Alessio's eyes directly. "Should I be?"
At that response, Alessio's head sparked and his nostrils flared and he took a step forward sharply, his wet pants squelching slightly. It was supposed to be menacing, enough to make Elian cower.
"Yes! Because I could end you right now. Right here. One word from me and you would disappear. Even your bones won't be found."
But even as Alessio gritted out, Elian didn't flinch, instead, he snapped back;
"Then maybe you should do that immediately. Go ahead. End it now." The words didn't just fly out, they were born out of frustration.
Alessio froze, his lips parting slightly with surprise. His eyes squinted as he stared at Elian like he was seeing something he couldn't quite understand.
"You would throw away your life that easily?" Alessio asked slowly.
Elian didn't answer. He just kept glaring, his chest heaving with exhaustion and anger.
The duo stood there, glaring at each other intensely. Water was still dripping from Alessio's pants onto the floor but neither of them noticed it.
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Morning came too fast, for Elian, as if it had been running and it seemed he had only gotten a few minutes of sleep. Not only his heart was aching, but his tired bones had joined the quest.
He was sleeping on the floor by one corner of the room, curled up on himself. After the water issue, Alessio had entered the bathroom to get changed and stayed in there for a long moment.
And Elian had eventually collapsed from exhaustion before Alessio could come out, too tired to even care where he lay down.
Elian stirred awake slowly when he noticed some movement near him.
His eyes fluttered open groggily. And what he saw before him made his eyes widened in shock and he sat up quickly.
He wiped down his face with his right palm to be sure he was really seeing correctly because the sight that greeted him seemed surreal.
"It can't be real..." Elian muttered, shaking his head.