Unhinged

Music pounded rhythmically against the walls of not only the Marcilo's Restaurant but almost the brain of more than one person inside. Marcilo's, grant it, was not the most five star restaurant but what it did have was good pasta and BBQ. At least was what the reviews left on yelp stated but to Lucia - who stood at 5"6' with wild black curls that fought the containment of her scrunchy and rich olive skin - this represented something kind of familiar… even though she hated this job beyond any words she could say. A voice in the back of her mind growled then, hating the smells that lingered around her and she tried to shake it off for the millionth time this week… at least.

Familiarity. That was the only explanation that she found to actually stay here, for anyone who knew her… knew that Lucia Marino was not quite a "people person". And that, she always thought dryly, was a way for them to kindly say that she was rude. Not that she quite minded, of course. She was. Everyone is offended nowadays, the voice in her mind uttered with a clear chuckle.

That animalistic voice… the whispers… was nerve wracking, to say the least. She knew what it was, Lucia was many things but delusional wasn't one of them. She had read about it in detail but couldn't bring herself to see a doctor. She didn't want to be labeled as pazzo - crazy - Lucia Marino had too much pride for that.

All that came back was a chuckle.

Lucia almost groaned, instead she let her feet carry her forward to do her job. She just got back from checking on her table when one of the waitresses called to her, "Come va?" Lucia shook her head, half amused, because as much as she loved Ava for trying… she was butchering the italian accent. She didn't understand why they couldn't just talk to her in English, it's not like she didn't pick up more than a thing or two while here for two years now. Then again, it was one of the easy ones for them to remember to ask… well, it was something crossed between "What's up?" and "How are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Lucia thought to show her a thing or two about how even though she knew some words, she should have stuck to her own language until she could hold a small conversation. And what better way to do that than to talk circles around someone? Amusement curled in Lucia's stomach as the woman just slowly began nodding, clearly not understanding a single thing she said.

Suddenly a rough voice abruptly cut her off from the kitchen, "Aye-yeah! No fooling around! Take this to table 2!" As an obese looking man peered at them with wide through the small window in the wall that divided the kitchen from the small restaurant. The man dropped a plate with some meat and fries on the counter while glaring at the female workers around the bar. Lucia turned her bright, expressive brown with glinted gold orbs to her boss.

"Yes sir." Lucia calmly replied in English, leaving Ava to gap incredulously at the twenty-six year old as the Sicily born gave him a small salute before walking over, grabbing the plate and walking away again. A sense of victory enveloped her as she went.

The natural sway of her hips caught straying eyes of both males and females alike. The first thing they noticed was the pop of color that the red apron served as over her black long sleeved shirt and how it clung around her D cup size. It trailed right down that showed curvy hips and the big booty that more often than not made trouble for her, all of which were encased in black leggings. One thing she despised about this job, the attention that the customers gave the servers. She hated the drunken directed hands that squeezed at her body when she passed tables with food, hated that she had no support from her boss about it.

Lucia's caught the form of a co-worker of hers in her peripheral vision as she tried to maneuver around the hands of customers. The woman's black hair looked blue under the lighting overhead, and though she was beautiful Erica was one of those American's that thought they were entitled to everything. She turned her head to watched as Erica bent over while putting the meal down, giving the two men a clear view of her cleavage and making Lucia fight not to roll her eyes.

Making her way over to her station, Lucia gave them a smile that was tighter around the edges and tried to put her meal down as quickly as it would be deemed polite to get away from their searching eyes. She smiled once more at them and went to move away but an unknown man grabbed at her hip with a weighted hand. The hard outline of his dick brushed teasingly against her bottom, provoking a sense of unwanted pleasure before the guy heatedly whispered "Excuse me." in the shell of her ear and casually continued on to the direction of the bathroom.

She turned her head to his direction, catching the sight of only his slightly muscular figure and blonde messy hair before Lucia turned away. The switchblade that her father gave her dug into her skin from where it was clipped to her the front of her bra, yearning to be used and fully supportive of the choice that would follow.

You know you want to… all it would take is a second to pull it out of your bra. A couple more to - Her right hand twitched. It wouldn't be the first time that blood would be on this floor and a tool like him, doesn't need his dick to be one. Lucia shook her head, fruitlessly attempting to silence the beast within her that demanded blood even though with all the overwhelming emotions racing through her… she had to admit, even if it was to herself, it did sound pretty good.

However in its place, embarrassment clawed at her insides. Especially when she turned the other direction and her eyes locked with the blue eyes that were owned by her boss. There was an almost indifferent look to them, though she could have sworn that there was a fleeting glint of amusement as well. It didn't last long, making her think that it was all in her imagination. Which she hoped it was, if not it would make the situation worse.

You don't belong here, child. Another voice that she only vaguely recognized sounded through the panic that made her heart thump faster than normal. The element of regalness in the feminine voice sent shivers down Lucia's spine.

Don't I fucking know it. Lucia answered back… the voice in her head, which was clearly a sign of insanity. Answering it back… Maybe if she claimed insanity, she would get out of here? ...And get locked up in a padded room, nope. Thank you for the offer though. She shook her head in desperation as her hands picked up the mediocre tips.

The bell that sounded every time the door opened made her look up. Another woman, as shorter than she was and mexican smiled at her. Elena was kind of a newbie, bright and had a beautiful smile… Lucia would hate to see it go. Keep your head down girl and if you can't learn to clench your teeth? Look for a different job. With a sigh that Elena couldn't hear over the voice, Lucia directed her to where she was to cover her station so she could man the bar.

Nearly shaking in relief, and wasn't that damn sad, Lucia began opening the two bottles of beer she held in her hands. Once open, she offered it to the two men that were in their late thirties. The men thanked her and she gave them a nod, before quickly walking to the back to get more of the vodka that they were running out of. Call her whatever you want but behind the bar… it seemed safer to her. There was a distance set between her and them… a boundary that they couldn't cross, despite them wanting to. When she came back, Lucia plastered a small smile - for that was the only kind that she could muster up at the moment - and tended to the drunken idiots that still demanded more booze.

Her forehead and hands were clammy but there was nothing she could do about it, aside from praying she didn't drop one of the shot glasses or bottles. Lucia didn't even want to entertain the idea of what would happen afterwards. It seemed like hours before she glanced to look at the clock that hung on the wall to the right of her, and a sigh of relief spilled from her lips when she noticed it was five to eleven thirty. A little more than half an hour and she could go home. Lucia scrunched up her nose as she fully realized just how dirty she felt, even more so than usual.

"'Ey! Lucia!" Turning around when she heard her boss call for her, she saw the man standing by the furnace with a towel over his shoulder and after when he noticed her gaze, the bulky man pointed his thumb to the backdoor. "Go set out the garbage. And when you're done with that, ya can go clean the tables." She nodded and quickly went to do what she was told. Finally, the midnight hour came and after getting her purse from behind the bar, Lucia finally felt the cool night air burn at her lungs as she walked away from what she hesitated to later put on her resume. Elena offered to give her a ride home but even though she was undoubtedly a nice woman, she talked a lot and drove a little too fast for Lucia to be comfortable with. I'd only sign up for Fast and the Furious stuff if Vin Diesel and a bed is involved, thank you very much.

Still, she knew she should have jumped at the offer. Her feet hurt from constantly being on them, her all black tennis shoes about to be thrown in the trash. Luckily, her small apartment building came in sight without any trouble. She crossed over the sliding doors to the elevator and pushed the button once. Then another time. Nothing.

Lucia dropped her head and let out a soft groan in dismay, just the thought of climbing stairs made her almost want to just sleep in the lobby. Almost. Shit, she silently grumbled before moving to climb the stairs, taking her time while doing it even if she was close to passing out. That elevator was always broken, had been since before she moved in and Lucia would actually be surprised to learn if the thing ever worked at all.

Finally getting to the fourth floor - I raise a broken Hallelujah - she carried herself down the hallway to the left until she came to a red oak door with a rusted 34 on it. Her key fit with a bit of difficulty in the lock, but she managed to twist it after a bit of wriggling. Once inside she put her purse down and dropped herself on the couch, it wasn't the most comfortable but it took the pressure off of Lucia's feet so she couldn't quite complain.

She reached into her bag then to pull out a white styrofoam container, the vodka rigatoni that she didn't eat made her mouth water. She gulped down her saliva before going to take a quick shower, only she was sure that the idea of a "quick shower" turned into a thirty minute shower. The water weighing down her curls didn't help, but the truth was she didn't want to get out… despite the fact her water bill will be undoubtedly high. Climbing out, Lucia simply put on army printed pajama pants and a black tank top before going back into the living room. Stopping before she sat back down to eat her dinner, Lucia had a moment of consideration before she turned to her movie collection. Science fiction and horror was what it mainly consisted of, the others were Marvel. She liked movies that couldn't be mirrored to reality, like a good book it made it easy for her to escape her own reality that she wasn't happy with. Oh, how she missed Italia. Shaking her head and flickering her eyes again over the movies, she didn't know what kind of background noise that she wanted but after skimming, she hesitantly bypassed Thor: Ragnorak and Blade to grab at her Riddick 4 disk collection case.

Sure, there was bad puns and all of that but Lucia figured the least she could do is listen to Vin Diesel's sexy voice before bed. Now that was someone she wouldn't mind some attention from. Him and her second badass fictional boyfriend, Wesley Snipes.

An animalistic purr echoed through her mind then, rumbling when Vin Diesel's deep and baritone voice started. "They say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep. All but the primitive side… the animal side." Something within her once again uncurled itself in recognition, though Lucia blamed it on the thumping of her heart and hormones. She was getting wet just by the sound itself, her hand twitching to do something in response. She squirmed around nothing, the depths of her vagina pulsing with need to clench around something at his voice alone. Whimpering softly, Lucia moved away from the temptation of her food to come back with her nine and a half inches of bluish veined, realistically colored, vibrating dildo from where its suction cup was stuck on the shower wall. The smooth, hard object felt tempting in her hands and it made Lucia waste no time before shoving it down her pants with one hand, gently circulating it into her depths with no other barrier to get through. Through pursed lips, a moan vibrated from within her throat, and that was before she even pressed the button for one of the ten frequency vibrations. Sitting back now with a sigh as pleasure coursed through her, melting into the couch with the assaulted combinations of something moving inside of her and the sound of Vin Diesel's voice. After a moment, Lucia forced herself to grab her container and started to finally eat her food.

Mine.

Ignoring it, she continued to eat until her eyelids started to feel heavier than they had before. And as Lucia closed her eyes, her ears caught Vin Diesel's line before the darkness that assaulted the corners of her vision finally claimed her, all the while the dildo still buzzed.

"A long time between stops… A long time for something to go wrong."

In Lucia's dreams, the vaguely familiar voice spoke once more, telling her that she wasn't supposed to be here… Whatever that meant.

Don't worry childe, we'll be sure to fix that.