Toy

CHAPTER 2

Fleur's POV:

I woke up in a dark room, only one light present, I tried to move my hands but I was unable to, I felt something binding my hands and legs, "Am I back?", I asked myself as I slowly shifted my head to face my hands. My head felt heavy and there was a sharp pain running through it.

"You're awake", a voice boomed through the whole room making me freeze. I slowly looked up and saw a tall man, a bit about six feet, medium dark skin, stormy grey eyes and his brown hair styled in a disconnected curly fade. He walked closer to me stopping when he was only a few inches away, "You've been out of it for quite some time", the man said with a snarky glare, "Where am I?", I asked in a quiet voice, "What is your relationship with Joseph Lausa?", the man asked, avoiding my question, "Mister Lausa?", I asked, "Why does he want to know about him...", I thought, "I don't like to be kept waiting", he said, his frustration increasing noticeably, "I don't feel comfortable telling you", I replied avoiding his gaze, "You'll tell me, whether you li-", he said before getting cut off by the sound of a knock on the door, "Sir, the boss requested for you", a female voice sounded from the other side of the door, "Alright, I'll be out", he said before walking closer to me and roughly grabbing my chin, "You got lucky bambola, I'll be back soon", he said, "Don't go anywhere", he smirked before letting go of my chin and walking away.

I woke up screaming, a normal occurrence, a month after I arrived at the slave institute, I began getting nightmares from the torture I had received, to make me 'obedient', "Oi, get up", I heard a voice speak, I took in my surroundings and remembered that I had been kidnapped, again, "Someone wants to see you", he spoke, I looked at my hands and legs and realized they had been untied, "Get up and let's go, he doesn't like to wait long", the man said, grabbing my wrists roughly and dragging me out of the room.

I felt my body hit the ground after being tossed into a room, "Get up", a male voice echoed through the room, everywhere was silent, only the sound of our breathing could be heard, "I said get up", the man said in a calm yet cold voice. I stood up and was met with a pair of emerald green eyes, they were narrow, belonged to a man, a very tall man, his black hair, medium length, his hair slicked back with a strand or two falling upon his face, "What's you're name?", the man asked, "Fl- I apologize, 0189", I spoke before quickly correcting the error I had made, "0189?", the man asked trying to figure out what it meant, "I asked you for your name", the man said, his eyes growing darker, "0189", I replied again.

The man marched over to me and pinned me against the nearest wall. I gasped for air as the man tightened his grip on me, "Do you take me for a fool?", the man asked, "N..no..", I gasped, "What is your name? I won't ask again", he ordered, "0...18...9...", I replied, as a slave, we are not allowed to have our own names, when we are sold, our new masters give us names.

I flew across the room, "Deal with her", I heard the man say before the door slammed, "Hello girl", a female voice sounded, I lookeed up and saw a beautiful woman kneeling down, silky brown hair and vibrant hazel eyes, full lips, high cheekbones and golden skin, "My name is Vittoria", the woman said, smiling, "What's your name?", she asked, "0189...", I replied making her sigh, "Do you have any other names apart from 0189?", she asked, "I....", I paused, "It's alright, you can tell me", she told me in a kind warm voice, "F...Fleur...", I stuttered bring my hands up to shield my face as I awaited a beating, "Fleur....what a nice and lovely name", she said as she took my hands in hers, "Don't worry, you're safe here", she added, "And don't mind those men, they're justa bunch of grumpy old scopa", she said pulling me up, "I want to ask you a few questions but it can wait", she said putting my arm around her shoulder and hers around my waist, "I'll call the doctor", she said as we began walking.

Vittoria led me to a room, there was a small couch and a bed with a wardrobe and a side dresser. She helped me sit on the couch, "Wait here, I'll go get the doctor", she said as I nodded.

It's quiet here.

I was used to being in a place where screams could be heard from every corner so being here was very odd for me.

Click.

The door opened and Vittoria walked in with a middle aged man, "Fleur, this is the doctor", she announced, "It's nice to meet you miss", the man said as he smiled, "Hello....", I greeted, "Fleur, can you roll up your sleeve?", Vittoria asked, "The doctor needs to check for any injuries from when you were with Silvio", Vittoria said rolling her eyes, "Silvio?", I muttered, "Can you roll up your sleeve?", the doctor asked. I rolled up my sleeve as the doctor bent down, he looked at Vittoria and she shook her head, "Is there something wrong?", I asked, avoiding both gazes, "No, no, don't worry", Vittoria answered.

Vittoria's POV:

I was surprised when I saw all the bruises and cuts on her arm, they looked older, very old, something happened to her but what? Why does she say her name is 0189? "Mister Jonas, can I have a word with you?", I said as he looked at me and nodded.

We walked to the other end of the room, "Those injuries are old, at least five weeks...some are even older...maybe months old or years...", he told me, "Che diavolo...?", I muttered, "Can you heal them?", I asked hoping for a positive answer, "Give her proper treatment", I said, "I can't guarantee that they will completely disappear but I will do my best", the doctor said before turning away and walking back to Fleur, "What happened to her five weeks ago? No...years ago....", I silently asked myself.

{Author Note: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please come back in a week for the next episode.}

Translations:
(Italian)
Bambola - Doll
Scopa - Fucks
Che diavolo - What the hell?