Rosa's POV:
I open my eyes. My throat aching.
I am faced again with these red walls.
I'd have rather drowned than be here again...
I try to lift my arm, but can't.
Turning my head to the side, I... I have been handcuffed to the bedstand! The other hand as well, and... and my legs!
No, no, no, no, no!
NO!
I struggle, shaking my arms and legs around. No! I have no chance of freeing myself this way...
Stop, Rosa! Calm down and think!
Wait. My hand, he has... put that ring on me.
I... I have gotten pretty skinny. Maybe, I can slip my hand out...
"Hello, my rose."
Nero...
He enters the bedroom, and locks the door behind him. He walks up the foot of the bed. Just like when I was first brought here...
But, there is something different to Nero now. His eyes are wide open, staring at nothing. The vein in his forehead is dilated, yet is expression is not that of anger.
It seems like he is not at all here...
"Why... Why do you keep trying to escape from me?"
Without letting him see, I try to squeeze my dominant hand from the cuffs. It hurts, it is too tight...
"What?! After all you did to me, you expected what?" I shout, hoping it will distract him.
"No... You can't, mom would always forgive me. You have to!"
He sounds like a child.
I remmember what happened in the pool now. I started to laugh, because... I just couldn't believe he thought I was his mom.
"What are you talking about? I am not your mother!"
"No! You are mother! You are her! You are not dead!" He shouts, as he covers his ears and shakes his head.
This man... has completely lost his mind.
"You... you won't escape again. You won't die again! I will never let you out of this bed."
W-what?
"Nobody will touch you beside me, mother. I will feed you, I will clean you, I will change you..."
No, this... He can't be serious.
"You will be mine, mine only... mother"
He takes his jacket off, then begins to unbotton his shirt.
No...
What I feared the most would happen, is about to.
I try to take my wrist from the cuffs harder, but it hasn't come out. It is now bleeding.
He removes his shirt, revealing his big, veiny muscles. They are covered, in dark, abstract tattoos.
"Only Mine, and no one else's...'
He climbs up the bed. He caresses my leg, that having my feet cuffed to each extreme of the bed forced open.
He is drooling, his saliva falls over me. His eyes... they are...
That's why they bothered me so much at the restaurant. These are the eyes of an uterly insane man...
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The Serb
AcciónBeauty 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...
