Rosa's POV:
I open my eyes.
I see those same red walls over me, looming and covering everything like stormclouds.
At this point, I have no hopes of this being a dream.
The pain on my whole body, my empty stomach... it is all too real.
There is a skinny bearded old man with round glasses dressed like a doctor. Must be the same that was being yelled at.
He moves his index finger around, for me to follow them with my eyes.
"She is alright" He exclaims.
Together with him are some maids, running around the room to come over to me. One of them, a redhead, asks:
"Can you stand up, Ms. Sánchez?"
Of course I can! After I was starved for days and beaten unconscious! What are stupid question!
I look at myself. I am now wearing some long white pajamas.
Did... did they change me while I was asleep?!
Looking up my arms, I see my bruises had healed quite nicely.
Well, as a nurse in training, I understand if they did that to treat my wounds, and hopefully it was by another woman.
But, still it makes me feel sick, specially since they are doing that to keep me around longer for that creep...
"Mr. Romano is waiting for you for dinner."
Ha! I'd rather continue to starve... That disgusting face will make me lose whatever appetite I have.
"He can eat his balls..." If he has any, I'd complete, but my voice is so weak I can't form a full sentence.
"Don't say that!" I hear one of them squirm.
"Please, Ms. Sánchez. Here, we will help you to your bath."
Two or three of them lift me up from the bed. I can't protest, the maximum I can do is drop all of my weight in the bed, but it seems to have only made them struggle a little bit more, as they eventually drag me out of the bed.
I am brought to the bathroom. The tub is filled with hot water. One of them tries to unbutton my pajamas...
"Don't touch me!" I slap her hand away.
"But Ms. Sánchez, you can't clean youself like this..." The readhead says, who seems to be trying her damnest to sound sweet.
"I won't then."
"Ms. Sánchez, we need to get you ready for dinner with Mr... "
"Screw it! I don't wanna see him!"
She holds my hand gently. Her eyes are consumed with fear, like the ones Ana had.
"Please, please Ms. Sánchez! If you don't collaborate, Nero will not only punish you again, but us." She pleads.
I don't know if she is trying to manipulate me, but if she is she should have been an actresses and not a maid. Because the look on her face is of someone afraid for her life.
I remmember that conversation I overheard from the guards. And seing how that freak reacts to being slightly contradicted, I can see why she would be like this.
I have no idea who this woman is and I couldn't care less about her...
However, I... I don't want someone else, specially the only person who has shown me some type of kindness in this place, to be hurt because of me.
"Fine." I sigh.
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The Serb
ActionBeauty is a double-edged sword. It can be a blessing or a curse. For Rosa, it is more of the later. Her whole life she has been viewed, treated and used like an object by others, including her own family. She went to the crime ridden metropolis of L...
