Wolfsbane

2. I meet the spanish bitch

Luca was like Prince Charming. If Prince Charming had Cinderella handcuffed to a bed in what seemed to be a holding cell. That's where I was now. At least Luca had the decency to find me some new clothes. The bastard didn't have the decency to explain the situation. He wasn't even in the room. He'd left me with two guards circling around.

Neither of them stared at me most likely Luca's orders. I hadn't spoken to anyone in what had seemed like hours. For the most part I'd been asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness. The floor which I sat on was cold and hard but felt like a 1000 thread Egyptian cotton California king bed the second I shut my eyes. The key to surviving a not so charming Prince Charming is to imagine that you're anywhere else. So that's what I was doing.

The door to their room swung open and a short girl sauntered in. She was of East Asian descent with big brown eyes and honey brown hair tied back into a bun. She was extremely short and a bit young looking. She was extremely pretty and delicate, however her face wasn't the most distracting thing about her. It was her enormous pregnant midriff. She must have been about 6 months along. Even though she was barely above 5' she had a presence about her. The guards stood up straighter as she entered the room. In her hands were a pile of paperwork, most likely way to heavy for her.

A blonde man fell through the door behind her. He took a moment to breathe. His breaths were heavy and labored. His blonde hair was longish and slicked back like a greaser from the 50's. He wore a leather jacket with a white shirt and blue jeans and he had a lollipop balanced in between his lips.

As the shorter girl noticed his entrance she dropped everything on the floor, to which the blonde guy sighed at. She began to bend down but he stopped her and he began to pile up the papers.

"Imogen! You're supposed to be relaxing" the blonde man exclaimed.

"There's to much work to be done!" the girl, Imogen responded quickly.

"I don't care! If anything happens to my child I will personally-" he began

"Put a sock in it, this'll be my last case before I pop anyway" Imogen said.

The blonde man rolled his eyes, turned around and left.

The girl grabbed a key ring off of the wall and made her way to the cells lock. With a loud click, the door swung open. The girl rushed in frantically she took a seat on the standard prison style cot that was chained to the wall. She began to spread her papers out, shuffling through them. It went on for about minutes until the girl let out a resounding "Aha!". She had opened a roll of paper which was massive and yellow, like papyrus. She smoothed it out across the floor and turned her attention the me.

"Hello!" She said cheerfully "My name is Imogen Park and you must be Melody"

I nodded.

"Well um.." She began "so I'm here to conduct an assessment"

I sighed. "What for?"

"Oh.. Well it's nothing bad per se, it's not psychological or medical or anything like that" Imogen said

"Then what is it?" I said carefully

"Um well, okay I'm going to sound like an idiot for this" she started

"So um...has anyone ever referred to you as the wolfsbane bitch?"

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After about half and hour of interrogation Luca entered the room. He walked in slowly, with a calculating look in his eye. At the sound of his footsteps Imogen paused mid sentence. She began to put her papers together and straightened her dress.