Chapter Twenty One: If Hell Was a Place

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I laid there. Unable to move. I was injected with some kind of concoction that caused me to become paralyzed. I could still hear his voice, his taunting words playing around in my mind.

"I own you. Every part of you is mine. Sometimes I think that you need to be reminded of these things. Now since you want to go and whore around when you aren't on assignments I will put an end to you ever starting a family. Nobody will want you. You will never be able to provide for them what a woman should. You will be useless to a man, they will look at you in disgust, your body tainted. You'll be here with me, my little puppet."

What is happening to me? What does he mean?

I opened my eyes to see that I was in what looked like a hospital room. I was covered in a gown and there were doctors everywhere.

Help me please!

I couldn't move my mouth, no words would come out as much as I screamed in agony I couldn't make a sound.

What are they doing to me? Why am I here?

"Sweet Bugs, you sit tight. Soon enough you'll be back on your feet and you can fuck whoever you want. Can't have you go out and get pregnant, now can I? How will my best girl do her job properly if she decided to carry a child? This must be stopped before it can even be started."

I could feel the warmth of the tears slipping from my eyes. He's taking everything away from me. I will never have the option to have my own children because he's ripping that part of me away and these awful people are here, sent by the devil himself, to perform this procedure on me.

I screamed in my mind. Fire burning in my soul. If hell was a place then I am in it. Living, breathing the air that the demon himself has grown accustomed to.

I let myself slip into a deep sleep caused by the pain my heart was in. That's it, he's officially taken every inch of me. I have nothing to live for. No one will ever want a broken woman.

No one will ever want me.

"Wake up, Bugs, wake up," I could hear Joseph in my ear caressing my cheek as I screamed in my sleep.

"I'm fine! I'm fine you don't have to stay here and help me," I bit at him, embarrassed he had to see me cry. He looked saddened at my words and tried to reach for my hand but I quickly wiped away my tears and got out of bed not wanting him to ask me what was wrong.

I couldn't bear telling anyone about that part of myself. The part of me that was stripped away like I was an animal.

"I'm actually going to head to the gym. I haven't worked out in a while. Join me for some sparring later?" I questioned as I made a dash for the door, not stopping to hear his response.

I needed to flush last night out of my brain. As much as I had feelings for him and I knew he had feelings for me, it would only ever end up in him getting hurt. I would never give him the life he wanted. I couldn't provide a family, nor could I stay cooped up and be a housewife. I wasn't raised for that lifestyle and I want to kick myself for being vulnerable and desperate last night that I let it get this far.

My room was only two doors down and I knew I could make it without anyone seeing me. It was far too early for the housekeepers to be here cleaning and cooking and Elaine hasn't been coming over until around noon. The gardeners wouldn't be able to see me through the windows so I knew I was safe from judging eyes.

As I pushed my door open I saw Elaine laying in my bed under the covers playing on her phone.

"Ma'am you have some explaining to do!" She flung the covers off of herself and sat straight up pointing to my naked lower half, "But this whole walk of shame look on you is hot as fuck. Thought I was going to have to wait here all day and listen to another round of what happened last night. Didn't mean to fall asleep in your bed but by the time I got up here to check on you, you were already screaming his name and I wasn't about to drunkenly walk back down the stairs and to my house. I am however going to have to get myself a bed like this one because I don't know if it was the alcohol or the soft sheets but holy shit this bed is a dream."

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