The DA's Daughter

Chapter Eight

It was a nightmare, right? It just had to be with the way everything had turned out. A nightmare she was having trouble waking up from, no matter how many times she pinched herself. Not that she would feel it if she did go about pinching herself. Juliet was numb, in both body and mind. After the whole video charade, it being blatantly obvious that her identity had been compromised and that she was in deep trouble.

Since the video, Juliet was transported to some 'safe' house as they called it. Funny thing, she didn't feel very safe. She had been put up in a rather nice room. A big bed that looked like she could sink into and sleep forever, a television to watch the unfolding of her kidnapping and a small bathroom with a deep tub. There was some other furniture around but she took no heed to it. Did she take advantage of any of these luxuries? Hell no! Juliet spent the majority of her time slumped into the furthest corner from the door. They brought meals to her three times a day, along with water but she refused to eat or drink any of it. That was what lead to the partial numbness she was now experiencing.

Juliet had felt defeated and stupid. She had always had a smart mouth and now it had gotten her into trouble, just like her sister told her it would. Her sister... Whom she missed immensely and would have shed tears thinking about at that moment but alas, she had no more tears to cry. None for her situation, none for her worried parents and none for the pain she couldn't seem to feel anymore.

A knock on the door, followed by a man entering the room, had brought Juliet back to present moment. She glared up at the blonde haired man whom seemed to be left to take care of her. There were two but he was the only one who ever entered the room. Something she was thankful for. He wasn't too pleased about her lunch still being ever so present on the tray on the bed.

"You need to eat." He stated firmly, placing the new tray on the floor near her. "The boss needs you in a healthy state." He had continued as he picked up the old tray to take away. Juliet took one look at the food, the delicious smell of roast beef permeating the air. Her stomach growling and doing backflips with the thoughts of eating it but she controlled her desires, kicking the tray with the little might she still had in her. It flipped the food over and spilled it and the water across the floor.

This had gotten blondie's attention and he growled in response. He slammed the old tray down on the nearby bureau and marched over to Juliet. He pulled her up by her dislocated arm and shoved her into the wall, nearly eye level with him. "You will stop acting like a little bitch and appreciate what you've got. Feel lucky the boss doesn't want you dead because you would be." He said through gritted teeth. "I am going to return with more food and clean up your mess. You will eat it and then you will sleep in that bed. If not, I'll make sure you return to your parents in little pieces."

His words were angry yet his eyes showed some compassion. It confused Juliet. When he finished speaking, he yanked on her arm, gave it a quick twist followed by a small push, then let her slump to the floor once again. During the whole ordeal, there was an intense pain, which was replaced with a dull throb. Her shoulder was returned to its socket and the new pain was actually welcomed. It reminded her that she was still alive, probably not much longer if she kept up on the hunger strike.

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"Is the princess being a brat?" Teased a man as Brandon left the room.

"Don't even start." He scowled in his direction before tossing the dishes to the side.

"Not my fault you insist on going in there and dealing with her. An hour with me and she would be quite obedient."

"I'm sure she would be Timmy but boss wants her in good condition and I'm willing to bet she wouldn't be after you were finished with her." Timmy chuckled deeply and nodded his head.

"Tis true my intelligent friend but being civil with her won't be doing us any favours either. Besides, you cannot honestly say you wouldn't bang her into next week, can you? She's a hot piece of ass who needs to be taken down a couple notches." He was clearly in fantasy mode, chewing his bottom lip slightly as he stared the door leading to Juliet. Snapping out of it, he glanced over at his partner and readjusted himself in his pants.

"And this is why boss wants me to babysit. Both the valuable asset and the pig who thinks with his junk." Brandon scoffed while plating up some more food.

"Ouch Brandon! Right to my heart!" Timmy said sarcastically, laughing as he stood up and stretching, his back making popping noises. "Anyways, I am off for the night. Need to deal with my raging boner some other way I guess. Don't have too much fun!"

"I'll do what I can to contain myself." He rolled his eyes and waited for his partner to leave before returning to the room with the food. Brandon replaced the annoyance on his face with a cold deadness, wanting to keep her in check. "Oh look who's starting to behave herself." He snorted, laying the tray on the bedside table.

Juliet had finally picked herself off the floor and was now seated on the bed. Her sore arm hanging in her lap as she avoided eye contact. She knew things could be far worse if the other guy stepped foot inside with her. He was disgusting, cruel and made her stomach sick upon sight. She looked over at the tray of food, her stomach once again growling loudly and clawing at itself in anticipation.

"Go ahead... Eat." He said sharply, sitting down in a chair near the door.

"You're going to watch me?" She asked quietly, not moving from her seat on the bed.

"As it appears, yes. You need supervision because you won't eat when you're alone. Wasting food and my time. Both very valuable."

"Hmph! Valuable." She grunted. Juliet painfully pushed herself up to get the food and returning to the bed. She picked at it slowly, not wanting to make her sick or give him the satisfaction in knowing how amazing the food was. It was the first thing she ate in at least three days.

"Glad to see that your spark hasn't completely died." The mocking tone prevalent in his voice.

"And why would that make you glad?" She asked, not bothering to look at him as she spoke.

"You've been such a bore the last couple days. Being mopey and woe is me."

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep you entertained. You don't seem like the type that actually likes anything." She snorted as she took a deep drink of water. The coolness was far too refreshing for her liking. Juliet wanted it to be unsatisfying but her body refused her that privilege. He chuckled, shaking his head at her little retort.

"Can't go judging a book by its cover. I'm sure you canvouch for that princess." Brandon knew how to press her buttons it seemed andthe tiny spark that she had thought diminished completely, was gaining powerbut she held it in. Juliet needed to learn to hold her tongue and if this washow she would do it, so be it.