Bruises and Bitemarks

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

White Chocolate?

I have been through a lot. Not extreme abuse, but my former father bet me up a few times before I developed the hobby of not going home.

I believe I know how a hit feels like. A punch, a real punch. And I survived it, I could survive it again, without even lowering my chin, or losing my classic smile.

People get used to things, thinking they can't be surprised anymore when someone comes along and shows something they haven't seen before. Something terrifying, that I couldn't get over in the last 26 hours.

I felt defeated. I haven't felt defeated since I was literally a helpless child. But now, so utterly and unbearably defeated. The moment I realized that psycho, could kill me, or do worse things... That he could push my limits just for the fun of it. At that moment, I had to see through his nice features and see the potential of his cruelty... It was just as if I heard what he could do to me, I felt powerless. I was afraid, I was so god damn scared I was ready to beg him in any possible way he pleases.

I hate this feeling, I hate to even have to remember it. But the fact that he won the fight doesn't mean he won the war. He never will.

"Please Nana. Eat." Hanna finally spoke up, as I just blankly stared at my plate. I refused to eat my meals until they dismiss Ramsey from being my supervisor. It wasn't a childish threat I was damn serious. I'd rather die than have him again in front of me. I never hated anyone so much.

I never feared someone like this before.

And the part that was utterly disturbing that I've never desired anyone so illogically. Of course, he had the dirty blonde hair, the grey orbs that made a girl dizzy, and the smile of the devil, but I've met bad guys before. Even hot ones. And though everyone has a sweet spot for them, I'm not stupid. They are dangerous, you don't f**k them, and for that matter, I never did.

"Oh, now you talk to me? How sweet of you." I wanted to point out how much of a f*****g betrayal it was, that he refused to pay any attention to me the other day.

Not as if right now, she wasn't being a let-down. She saw how I looked. He could've noticed how much damage that sicko did to me, not just my body but my mind, but she refused to see, she refused to notice.

Well, that's it for the sweet people. They pretend to care for everyone, but they aren't there for anyone.

Hanna really is a lot like my mother was.

"Dr. Ramsey will be utterly upset if you don't eat." she announced as if I wouldn't know...

" So that's his name. That explains a lot, if I had a name like that I would be a sadistic asshole as well." Hanna wasn't so pleased with my remark, as I was. Ramsey reminded me of an evil villain name... I wasn't trying to hurt him but... Okay, I was trying to hurt him.

"Hanna goes away, I won't eat. Give it a rest." I sighed, laying back as I sat next to the wall... I winced in pain as my sore back got in contact with the harsh stonewall.

"Dr. Ramsey..."

"Dr. Ramsey can shove this meal up his ass, for all I care" I burst out before that stupid woman could've said anything else. I was terribly upset, and right now I had no intention of having a nice conversation with the nurse, I used to like.

She's a rat, when it comes to danger, huh?

"Maybe if you'd just go along with his sessions, he would go easier on you." her advice left me speechless. Really? So this is my fault now, right?

"Maybe if he wouldn't be a damn psychopath, I would go alo..." my words got stuck in my stupid mouth, which I wished I never opened, as Mr. Ramsey walked into the cell, with a rather amused expression on his face, as if he was really curious what I wanted to say. He sat down in his usual armchair, glaring at Hannah 'till she disappeared from the scene.

"I heard that you refuse to eat." he broke the silence. His voice was not even a bit tense, even though I just called him a psychopath 2 seconds ago. Maybe he knows all too well I'm right.

"There are two ways. Either you Start eating, or I'll feed you. And by feeding you I mean you will choke on that god damn rice if it's necessary."

I couldn't figure out if he did all this on purpose, or he really was just a monster. He had a calm, almost gentle expression painted over his face, as he threatened to choke me with my meal as if he would've invited me to drink a cup of tea.

I bet he is British.

Evil villains always are.

"I won't eat Ramsey. I'd rather have you kill me right here and right now... That would actually be a huge relief." I replied dryly. He wasn't pleased with me, I could tell.

His beautiful eyes studied me, the spark of evilness lighting up in them.

"Would be such a waste to kill you." he stood up from his seat, making his way to me across the cell. I felt my body getting tense as he got closer and closer, my eyes widened even though I didn't want them to look so damn scared.

"Interesting... I've haven't seen that before." his lips curled into a curious smile, leaning down to me as if he wanted to see me better.

"A female face? Well, I can even imagine that..." I retorted quietly, but as always, he just seemed to get fueled by my attitude.

"You fear me, don't you?" His voice low, echoing around us. Not as if it wasn't obvious. I mean, who wouldn't fear that man?

I was sure, he only pointed it out, because he enjoyed it. Seeing the break in my pride, seeing the flaw in my disguise, and I hated him for it.

As I let my feelings sink in, and let my body turn into one small fireball, I had the time to study him. He wore his lab cape now as well. it reached to his knees, which was impressive of a simple clothing, given the fact that he was tall. About 6'1" if I would wanna judge only by looking. As pale as his skin was, his eyes were darker than the sky before a heavy storm.

"I don't fear you. I just want to avoid getting into your perverted hands again. f*****g sadistic, sick fuck." I hissed with pure disgust in my eyes "This is what makes you hard? Torturing helpless people?" I mocked, as a pleasant smile made its way to my face.

He rose an eyebrow at me as if he was confused.

"I wasn't torturing you. All you had to do, was obey me, and I would have stopped." he stated, but I didn't believe a word he said. I thought he said all that he wanted to but suddenly a ghost of a smile appeared on his perfectly shaped lips "But indeed, listening as you were begging, was pretty... Enjoyable." My hands moved, trying to attack him, but my chains held me back. Only a loud noise was the praise I got for my effort, as the cold metal got in contact with the wall from the speed of my movements.

He looked so damn pleased with my anger. He stood just too far from me to reach him, but it was a matter of inches.

"Come on now, I brought you dessert."

I was really confused by his sudden change of thought. I thought he was going to for me to eat... Maybe he still will.

His tone changed, it was light and almost delighted. He made his way to his armchair, pulling out a small carton box from his business bag.

"Tell me it's cocaine." I sighed tiredly, closing my eyes. They were too heavy to be held open at the moment. He was tiring. His presence was tiring. Holding back from just submitting to his will was exhausting, and I couldn't quite tell why.

He let out a low and disturbingly hot chuckle.

"It's cake, I'm afraid, but will do. If you're good, you might get a cigarette though." he replied easily, which left me even more confused. Sooo... First, he beats me up, then he brings me cake and smoke?

He opened the little box, and there it was, a small piece of white chocolate cake. He walked up to me, and half-kneed in front of me with the plate, stealing the fork from my actual meal.

"Will you give it a try?" he offered a little piece. I got tense as the fork got so close to my lips. I stared into his eyes. They remained cold but gentle, settling on my face, studying me.

"How do you know my favorite cake. And don't make a joke about it you f*****g stalker, answer me for once." I threatened quietly. I tried to back away from him, but the wall was hitting my back each time I tried to pull away.

"First of all, you mentioned it to Hanna... Second of all, it's not stalking, when you are a prisoner. You sit here all day long except for the shower and toilette breaks." he painted this to be way more normal than I imagined it to be.

I was sure he is a sicko but is he really? Am I paranoid?

I slowly bit down the sweet piece from the fork, as a faint smile appeared on my face. I haven't tasted anything so good in a year or so. How long have I been here to forget this dream-like thing?

Doctor Ramsey managed to feed me the whole cake, before he left, announcing that he won't give me the cigarette, because he still needs something to trade my obedientness for.

I spent my night calm, trying to figure out what just happened a few hours ago. I couldn't fall asleep, but it's not that I tried that hard.

I started to feel a little more pleasant about his thought, even though I was still sore. I guess he was using all his tricks on me, but it worked even if it was a light feeling.

I wish I would've known better than to hope... Hope that he isn't what he obviously was -

A monster.