Author's POV
Santo spent the day brooding over the anger he felt at lunchtime, and everyone who crossed his path today tasted his wrath.
His meals were sacred, and Santo wasn't going to give that up, he had to sort this out soon, or he'd end up killing Yohana with his bare hands.
As soon as he arrived home in the early hours of the morning with everything empty, Santo couldn't help but wonder where Allan had gotten to, he hadn't seen the boy all day, before he would have thought he would be sleeping or taking advantage like a madame, but from what he saw of the boy the last time it wasn't quite like that that he did.
He decided to find out later what the boy did all day.
Now he needed to sleep the next day would be full.
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Author's POV
The next day, very early, Yohana arrived for work and came face to face with Maria in the kitchen with breakfast already prepared.
"What are you doing in my kitchen, you old fool, weren't you dying?"
"Good morning to you too, Yohana, yes I'm much better now, thank you for asking. And answering your question, Santo called me."
Santo walks into the kitchen and smiles with satisfaction at what he sees on the kitchen table.
Toasted bread with butter and coffee with milk, that's what he was talking about, tasty and simple food.
"Good morning," he said firmly. "I see you've noticed I've made some changes here at the house.
From today onwards, Maria will be the one cooking for me."
Yohana was totally shocked, what? Was he going to trade her sophisticated, glamorous food for this simple, bland food from this decrepit, wrinkled old woman? She felt her face burn with hatred.
She turned to Santo with an unbearably whiny voice and said:
"Are you firing me? Even knowing that I have 3 small children to raise?"
"And you think I care, it's your problem, I didn't father any children on you, go after their fathers. But as I was saying
You don't come into the kitchen anymore Yohana, you have the maid's job, take it or leave it."
"Well, but that's what..."
Yohana quickly interrupted the older woman, stopping her from finishing.
"I'll take it!"
Santo was pleased that this matter had been resolved, he sat down to have his coffee, already anxious to know what Maria was going to make for lunch.
And so the day went on, Santo was in the mouth learning about all the affairs of the hill and talking to some of the older, religious men of the community trying to show that he wanted the place to be peaceful for all.
Santo couldn't go home for lunch, but that didn't stop him from having his meal, Maria took Santo and Jotape's lunchboxes, and the two couldn't stop praising the seasoning and simplicity of the old woman's food, who left very satisfied with the compliments, despite thinking that the two needed to improve their table manners a lot.
Now on her way home, Maria thought about Allan, how she wished the boy was free, especially now with Yohana breathing down his neck all day, making the poor boy work twice as hard as before, and something told her that the vixen wouldn't let Allan eat the food she had left for him.
Maria felt a motherly love for Allan and suffered because she couldn't help her little one, she only prayed to God that the curly-haired boy would have a shred of happiness in this life, and maybe the luck to experience love.
Yohana's POV
Meanwhile, at Santo's house...
"Hurry up, you weakling, I want this room shining and this bathroom smelling like roses, my man needs to see how neat I am and how much I care about him, I want our love nest to be perfect, soon I'll be sleeping here in this bed, get used to it because that's how I want it to always be."
Yohana spoke as she enjoyed this magnificent view, Allan kneeling on the floor, his head inside the toilet scrubbing.
That's how she always wanted to see him, on the floor humiliated, as he deserved for being so disgusting and filthy.
Yohana couldn't deny that her life was going very well, she was being paid to give Allan orders and humiliate the pest, as well as spending her day doing nothing but watching her personal slave sweat and starve, because obviously she wasn't going to let him eat, a worm like that didn't deserve to eat, he deserved to starve to death.
Yohana's POV
While my slave works, I rest, gossip with my friends, catch up on my shows and of course post that little picture on Insta to leave the guys drooling, what's beautiful has to be shown, so Santo sees that he can't mess around or someone else might pass in front of him.
At the end of the day, I leave as a great housewife, neat and helpful without having washed a single spoon, in short, a perfect life.
Author's POV
Little did Yohana know that because Santo had saved time not coming for lunch, he finished his day's tasks earlier and had already returned home.
Santo arrived home exhausted, he just wanted to take a shower and have dinner.
When he was near the room, he heard Yohana call Allan a slave, he stopped where he was, narrowing his eyes, trying to concentrate, he must have heard wrong.
But no, Santo heard clearly when Yohana said that he had to scrub harder whatever it was that he was cleaning.
Santo entered the room as quietly as he could, and already felt his blood boil, Yohana was beside the shower stall, facing the door, her feet on the back of Allan who was washing the toilet.
He heard the boy's weak voice but couldn't make out what he said from the distance, Yohana forced her foot into his back and laughed as she said:
"Food and water are privileges of normal people and not disgusting freaks like you, I was even very nice to let you eat, when? Oh yes, 2 days ago, isn't it good enough, worm? Now stop being lazy and scrub this up before..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Yohana found herself with her back against the wall and a huge hand around her neck, she looked up and saw a pair of very red eyes that were staring her down with a deadly hatred.
Yohana knew for sure by Santo's look that she was a dead woman.
"Are you crazy, bitch! You're in my house, dammit! I won't tolerate this kind of cowardice, especially not under my roof, I'll teach you how to treat people right, but it's gonna be in a way that sluts like you understand, you're dead in my hand, you bitch."
As he spoke, Santo's hatred only increased, as did the tightening of his hands around Yohana's neck, when he saw that the brunette was about to faint he heard the sound of a body falling, he looked back and saw Allan lying on the floor.
Santo released Yohana and ran to where the younger boy was, he saw that the boy was breathing with difficulty and was very pale, he shouted for his men to bring a doctor to his house. He easily picked the younger boy up in his arms, and noticed how thin he was by the lightness of his body. He placed the curly-haired boy on his bed and looked closely at the boy, and the more he looked, the more worried he became.
If that doctor didn't arrive in 10 minutes, someone was going to die in that house, the hatred that Santo felt at that moment was the harbinger of that.
Santo had been waiting in the study for exactly 47 minutes, he was about to explode, what the hell was taking so long for a consultation. Santo didn't understand why he felt so distressed, nor why the image of Allan's pale, unconscious face made him feel so desperate and sad, it was a strange emotion for him, which after much brooding he decided was because he saw Allan being humiliated and wronged as he had been many times in his life, and it made him relive memories he wished he could forget.
He just wanted to know if the kid was okay, was that too much to ask?
Suddenly the door opened and a man who looked to be in his 60s entered, he was visibly bothered by something, and Santo was about to find out.
"So, doctor, how's the kid?" Santo asked impatiently.
"You know, Santo, yesterday when you called us to attend that meeting, I really believed in you, I thought you were going to deliver on everything you said, but judging by the state of that boy, I was very, very wrong."
Santo looked incredulously at the doctor, one more wanting to die, wasn't it possible, today was the day to test Santo, that's all it could be.
"What are you talking about, doctor, be very careful how you talk to me, and tell me how the kid is."
The doctor, with a look of resignation, took on a professional tone and began to talk about Allan's diagnosis.
"The patient is in a state of severe inanition, dehydration, exhaustion and severe anemia."
"What the hell is inanition? Speak in a language I understand, dammit!" Santo was already impatient, he didn't know what the word meant but he knew it wasn't good.
"Hunger, Santo, inanition is hunger, the boy hasn't eaten in days, he's not drinking enough water, he's anemic from the lack of basic nutrients that a human being needs to stay minimally healthy, he's got severe exhaustion, which is basically tiredness, from probably overexerting himself, and he's got multiple bruises on his ribs, abdomen and buttocks, suggesting he was beaten recently."
Even in the face of Santo's unreadable expression, the doctor continued with his recommendations.
"I've already put the patient on an IV for hydration and pain medication. He needs rest, plenty of rest, plenty of fluids and to eat properly to regain his strength and his ideal weight for his age, here is the prescription for the medication, the patient's diet and other additional recommendations."
Santo reached out to take the paper from the doctor's hands, who was still looking at him with distaste. Santo could explain himself and say that he had nothing to do with what happened to the boy, but at the end of the day it was his house, his employees and his boy.
Wait, that came out wrong, even in his thoughts Santo reprimanded himself, but the point is, what was Allan? Employee? Guest? Hostage? Even Santo didn't know the answer.
Santo took the paper from the doctor's hands, who was already on his way out the door, Santo ordered his men to see the doctor out and buy the medicines and everything Allan was going to need, he also sent for Maria to make food and take care of the boy.
He went upstairs to his room and stood for a while watching Allan in bed, and the more he looked, the more confused he became, he decided he couldn't deal with these feelings right now, what he could do now was take a shower and try to find out what had happened to Allan, he decided he was going to find out all about the little boy's life, and he was going to start by talking to Maria, the old woman had been working with Metralha since before Allan showed up, if there was anyone in that house who knew anything, it was her.
He left the room and walked straight to the kitchen, he would wait for Maria to arrive, the two of them would have a long talk.
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