The possessive bad boy

CHAPTER 10

Chapter 10: make me a samidge!

I woke up strapped to a bed. But, it was not my bed. My stomach clenched from hunger pains. My head pounded. I was laying flat on my back. My legs were straight, and my arms were by my sides. My throat hurt so incredibly. Visions from the night before flooded my beaten brain. Dinner. Bathroom. Vomit. Blake. Fear. Then nothing. Nothing except for a single song, ringing threw my head like background music. I tried sitting up. But there was a tight leather strap across my chest, stomach, thighs, and calves. There was also a small one on each wrist. The room was dark. No light was visible. But the air was wrong. It wasn't anywhere I would have passed out. Fear pecked at my insides, making my stomach revolt. I began dry heaving. Tears threatened to spill, I wouldn't let them. I tried to yell. My voice was so dry, my throat so scratchy it came out pathetic. And unintelligible. I spit out my vile acid filled saliva. But I chocked before I could get it all out. I fell into a fit of coughing. I couldn't breathe. I was so sure I would suffocate.

Light cracked through what I assumed was a door. A short woman rushed over to my side. She began un strapping me. Once I was unstrapped I heaved onto the floor while she made small circles on my back trying to soothe me. Usually when I woke up no one was around. I could pretend nothing happened. I couldn't now. I had also never had comfort. With the door open my eyes adjusted to the dim light. The woman gave me a glass of clear liquid. My throat hurt to much to question if it was dangerous. Greedily I drank until there was nothing left.

Taking a better look at the woman I realized she was in her early thirties. Her hair was fiery red and her eyes seemed to...glow, a beautiful mossy green. She was slim but not skinny. She reminded my of my grandmother. Of course this lady was alive...

"Are you feeling better?" She asked. Her voice was smooth and calming.

I stared, not sure how to answer. Was I feeling better than I had five minutes ago? Absolutely. Was I feeling better after everything? Hell no. I felt like I was hit by a semi. And then there was the impending shame.

"Well why don't you get some rest."

I looked at her, then at the bed with the straps. No way was I being strapped up again. She seemed to see my fear and soothed it.

"No restraints. Simply lay down and sleep." She cooed.

Finding my voice I scratched out. "I would like to go home."

She frowned. "Master Blake said I should call on him when you awoke."

Flames flared to my cheeks. I couldn't see him. I was mortified at what he had witnessed.

"Now lay down and get some rest." This time her voice left no room for debate. Still I was weary and contemplating how far I would get if I ran. I decided to take my chances and stood and tried to pick up speed. My lack of strength screwed my. The nurse lady was in front of my and plunging a needle into my neck before I could realize what happened. Darkness enveloped me into its arms again.

Unknown time later:

I awoke again, this time with no restraints. I was still hungry and had terrible cotton mouth. There was a small lamp beside me on a white table. The room I could now see was a hospital room. It had no windows and white walls. Machines were in here but were not hooked up to anything. I was alone. My legs and arms still felt numb and would not move on my will. So I laid there, hoping I would regain feeling.

"She should wake up soon." The woman's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Will she be okay?" A male voice asked. Blake.

Silence, then "this time yes."

More silence then Blake asked. "This time... What about next time? What could happen?" His voice shook. I caused that. My heart shattered.