The President's Iniquitous Daughter (18+) [Major Editing, Updating and Writing]

💖CHAPTER SEVEN💖 Pills and Injections 💊💉.

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[Noemi]

Two weeks later, , Doctors in Italy Hospital, Ward 1034-1036, Rome, Italy, 08:45 am.

I wake up hearing an continuous annoying bleeping noise. I turn my head, opening my eyes to notice it's a heart monitor. I look all over the place I am in. I am aware that I'm in a hospital and I'm also aware that Máximo is sitting in the visitor chair uncomfortably. I grab the bed control and move my bed up. I shuffle towards him as I shake his leg. He stirs but doesn't wake up. I shake him harder calling his name.

"Máximo! Máximo! Wake up! Máximo?"
I call his name.

He opens his eyes annoyingly and notices that I'm awake. His eyes widen as he jolts awake, jumping onto his feet, making me move away from his scary gigantic height and sturdy bulky muscles and body. He smiles sweetly at me as I look at him quizzically. Why is he smiling like that?

"Are you okay baby?"
He asks as he yawns, stretching but he suddenly jolts and groans in pain.

"Aren't you meant to be resting?"
I ask him curiously.

"I'll be fine, it isn't that bad now!"
He says grinningly.

I nod uncertainly. Alright... I stretch my arms, legs, shoulders, waist, hips, toes and head. I can just feel Máximo intense stare at the side of my head. I glance at him as he smiles lovingly at me. I don't know what emotion to put on but I just look away from his eyes, biting my bottom lip nervously as he suddenly grabs my face, turning it to him, squashing my cheeks together to make me pout. I look at him innocently as he shoves his tongue in my mouth, swirling, whirling and rubbing his tongue against mine. I slowly close my eyes, letting him take the lead because I can't be bothered fighting away from him. When we get back home. I'll avoid him at all costs. He slithers his hands down my back, alerting me that I should stop now.

I pull my lips away from him and push him away from him silently as he moved back startled. I turn my back on him and pull the sheets over my shoulder, letting tears erupt down my cheeks as I snuggle deep into the sheets. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have listened to him in the beginning but yet I want to live freely, with no one telling me, obeying me and commanding me to do what they want. I want to be me. I want to be myself and he's stopping me from that. I know well he should have deserved ten not twenty violent whips. I regret even saying that to his father and everyone watching him get punished. I should have listened to Máximo but what about myself. He feels like he will control my life if he keeps on asking me to change sexy outfits I want to wear comfortably. I don't know what to do...

"Noemi... why are you behaving like this? What's the matter?"
Máximo asks quizzically.

I don't reply, silently crying and pretending to sleep. I can feel him shaking me, trying to talk to me but I refuse to speak or to answer his questions. He finally stops shaking me, asking me questions as I hear him walking, holding onto the bed for support, I peak to see him coming to the side I am facing. I close my eyes and sink deeper into the sheets, covering three quarters of my head with the sheets.