Firery Fate The Wolf & The Dragon

The Doctor

6

Monae

I laid still on the bed as sobs racked my body, the tears falling continuously as I struggled with what just happened to me. I had never in my life been treated that way or had a man put their hands on me. The look in his eyes was murderous; he hated me without even knowing me. How could he expect that I would just agree with everything he said after I had been kidnapped from my home and brought here against my will. Before coming here, I had a good life. I come from a family that lived well, I went to college and earned two master’s degrees. I had friends and hobbies. I had a career in healthcare. I was considered a prodigy as a kid. I’ve competed in many fields and won. Yet, I come here, and I’m told I’m now a slave. I no longer have free will to do what I want. I can no longer go outside, work in my career or do the things that once brought me joy. From now on, I’ll be waiting on the likes of people like him and those ratchet girls I fought with earlier. I don’t know how long I laid there and cried.

Reaching my hand up to my neck, my throat was in pain, it burned and felt raw and swollen. I can’t believe he choked me for standing up for myself. I can’t think of any reason someone would kidnap me or what this place had to do with me. I wondered if my family realized I was missing, were they looking for me? Was there a ransom? Why was I brought all the way to what I’m assuming is Italy? That’s the language I picked up on when I was down in the great room and the cells. I didn’t speak or understand the language, but I always loved Italian accents, so I’m almost certain that I’m in Italy. I’ve worked and socialized with people from Italy but couldn’t think of anyone that would want to harm me.

I continued to lay there so stuck in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door open. I jumped in fright when I heard a male voice speak. I hurried and shifted on the bed to a sitting position. Fear wrapped around me when I saw his face, I moved backwards on the bed to get away from him. But when he spoke, his voice was different. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you." That’s because you already did, I replied angrily. “No, that was my brother, Salvatore; my name is Saldario. I was struck that I hadn’t noticed him before. I saw there were other people there, but I was solely focused on the intense gray eyes.

What do you want?" I tried to sound tough, but my voice came out weak and hoarse. “You can cut the tough act with me, I can see through you,” he said. "I’m a doctor and can see from here that your throat is swollen; let me take a look. I didn’t trust him, so I didn’t move, I just sat and looked at him. “You can choose not to take my help, it’s up to you, but your throat is going to get worse, and it may be difficult for you to swallow."

Taking a moment to consider his words, and feeling the throbbing pain in my throat, I reluctantly moved down the bed until I was sitting just in front of him. When he reached out to touch me, on reflex I flinched, remembering what his twin had done. He continued what he was doing without acknowledging my fear. His hands on my skin made me angry all over again, but I couldn’t lash out as I needed his help. He did his exam, then went to the tray he had brought in. I saw him mix some medicine in a cup and then handed it to me. I stared at the cup, wondering if it was safe to take. I looked up to see him smirking at me. Thinking of my pain, I went ahead and threw caution to the wind and drank the liquid. It was hot but not burning, it actually felt good and gave me almost instant relief when I finished drinking. He then rubbed a balm on his hand and started to rub my neck. Feeling awkward, I pulled back. He again reminded me while applying the medication, “I said I’m not going to hurt you," he paused, then added unless you touch my mate again.” I looked up at him, his jaw was clenched, his eyes bore into me. Unlike his twin, he had green eyes, similar to the man who took me from my home, though he looked older than him. When I looked up again, I saw him leave, closing the door behind him, leaving me to my thoughts once again. It was clear that I was in hostile territory and, still for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. I thought of my parents and suddenly their friend Antonio popped into my head. He was from Italy. I wondered if this had something to do with him. I never liked him. He was a creep always hanging around my father, looking at me in ways a man shouldn’t look at his friend’s young daughter. He always told me to call him uncle, but I just steered clear of him. Sooner or later, I will get to the bottom of this. I hoped and prayed my family would be searching for me. In the meantime, I thought of a way to get my revenge against that asshole who choked me.