De Luca

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I had just eaten my pasta — which was the best I've ever had — when Alessandro and the two handsome medical men came in with all their medical supplies.

Alessandro came in with smirk.

"Hello, again."

I let a small smile show in reply.

"This is Stefano and Marco, you'll be seeing them a lot after this procedure," Alessandro said, pointing to each one as he said their names.

I blushed and looked down, not liking how I was in a room full of handsome men.

Marco came up to me with a friendly smile, squatting down next to me, he reached his hands out to my thigh making me flinch away from him remembering Lucus's words when he had cut me.

" we need to cut off some of your thighs. It's too fat, it's ugly, you're ugly"

Marco gave me a warm, reassuring smile.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

I looked towards Alessandro where he gave me a reassuring smile making me turn back around and nod for Marco to proceed. He gently placed his hands on my thigh and examined it, with Stefano behind him doing the same.

Marco turned around and pulled a bottle of vodka out along with a glass. He poured some and held it out to me.

"You'll need this, trust me."

I grabbed the glass and quickly downed it before giving it back to him, he poured another glass for himself and Stefano before pouring me another, which I took.

"Okay, now close your eyes and I'll count to three."

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath before holding it in, only hearing zips open and close, tears of wrapping and the sound of the vodka bottle tipping upside down before Marco started to count.

I felt someone grab my hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"Dont worry, it'll all be fine," came Alessandro's voice from next to me.

"1... 2."

Three never came because Marco unexpectedly put a wipe to my wound and started to clean it.

I hissed and squeezed Alessandro's hand, cursing loudly before trying to shake him off of my leg which only made Stefano hold it down.

"Shh shh Its almost done," Marco tried to calm me.

Tears fell from my eyes as I dug my nails into Alessandro's hand yelling for him to stop. He pulled away seconds later.

"I'm done, it's okay, I'm done."

Stefano passed a warm wet cloth to Alessandro who dabbed gently at my sweaty forehead.

I grabbed the bottle of vodka with my free hand and took a big swig of it, never looking down at my wound.

"Can't you put me to sleep and do this?" I asked feeling light-headed. I never got an answer because Marco quickly used my distraction to cut the wire I had used and pull it out of my leg, I took another swig of vodka squeezing Alessandro's hand.

"Okay it's very important that you try your best to stay still now," Marco said as he busied himself with something

I felt Stefano tighten his hold on my leg. Seconds later, I felt a needle pierce into my thigh. I tried my best to hold back the cry I let out along with the tears but it was inevitable.

From beside me, Alessandro tried his best to calm me down. I began to get light-headed and moments later I blacked out. The next time I woke up Stefano was holding up my leg as Marco just finished bandaging it.