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Chapter 2: You're Mine Now

Waking up wasn't instant. It was a slow crawl, like dragging myself through mud, my brain fogged and my body still tingling from the sedative. I could feel something cold against my back—concrete. Not the bed I'd fallen unconscious on. I blinked, trying to focus, but my vision was blurry. My arms felt stiff, and when I tried to move, pain shot through my body.

I wanted to scream, but my throat was too dry.

Where the hell was I now?

Every part of me screamed to get up, to run, but my muscles wouldn't obey. My head spun, the last thing I remembered being Pierluca's breath on my skin as he whispered something that felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

My jaw clenched at the thought of him. The sedative had kept me down, but the anger was alive—burning under my skin.

As my vision slowly cleared, I noticed the dim lighting above me. Shadows danced across the ceiling—an unsettling calm in the chaos of my mind. I wasn't alone. Leon was sitting across the room, knees hugged to his chest, staring at me like he'd been waiting for me to wake up.

"Hey," his voice came out soft, almost scared. "You okay?"

Was I okay?

I wanted to snap at him. I wanted to shout that nothing was okay. But my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I couldn't find the words. Instead, I nodded, even though everything felt wrong.

Leon stood and came closer, crouching down next to me. His face was pale, dark circles under his eyes. "It's worse the first time," he whispered, like he knew exactly what had happened. "You'll feel better after a while."

I didn't want to hear that. "How long was I out?" My voice cracked, but I forced the words out.

"A few hours," Leon said, his eyes darting toward the door. He seemed like he wanted to say more but held back. "It's always... bad after the sedative. They don't care how much they give you."

I sat up slowly, fighting the waves of nausea rolling through my stomach. I didn't care if they drugged me. I wasn't staying here. There had to be a way out.

I stood up, ignoring how my legs trembled beneath me. "I need to get out of here, Leon. I'm not staying."

Leon didn't say anything for a minute, just watched me like he'd heard that same sentence too many times before. Finally, he sighed and shook his head. "They don't let people leave, Felix. They... they'll kill you before they let you go."

The words felt like a slap in the face. But something in his tone made me pause. He wasn't saying it like a warning—more like a sad fact. Like he had already resigned himself to this fate.

But I wasn't like him. I couldn't be.

"I won't let that happen," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "I'm not going to die here."

Leon gave me a sad smile. "I said that too. And the guy before me, and the one before him. But no one makes it out of here, Felix. Not unless they carry Pierluca's baby."

I could see the fear in his eyes, a fear that had already broken him. But I wasn't broken. Not yet.

I clenched my fists. "Then I'll fight. I'll find a way."

Leon's gaze shifted toward the floor, as if he couldn't bear to look at me anymore. "You'll see," he muttered quietly. "You'll understand soon enough."

The heavy metal door buzzed open again, interrupting whatever else he was about to say. My heart leaped in my chest as Nurse Gail walked in, her expression neutral, but her eyes seemed to track every movement I made. She wasn't carrying a tray this time, but the sight of her still made my skin crawl.