His Possession

Chapter Sixteen:

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW

I once again felt myself come back into consciousness, instantly being hit with a migraine in the left side of my temple. I groaned and opened my eyes slowly, finding that the curtains had been pulled closed and the lamp beside me was the only source of light in the room.

I attempted to sit up, only to see a needle poking out of my forearm. I frowned and went to rip it off, only to be stopped by a woman darting towards me and shaking her head frantically. Her hands were up in a stopping motion, making me pause and look at her.

"Who are you?" The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.

She gave me a weak smile and bowed her head in respect, "I merely work here. Master Adorno sent me to clean up his room and make sure that you were alright."

I damn near rolled my eyes again, feeling a wave of annoyance at all the workers here. They were slaves, the only thing they knew how to do was listen and follow orders from Luca.

I sat up against the back of the bed, my fingers hovering over the needle in my arm.

"Okay, well..I'm going to find Luca." I attempted to pull the needle out of my arm but she darted forward towards me, covering her hands overtop of mine. I looked back up at her with an annoyed sigh, and she shook her head frantically.

"I-I don't think Master Adorno wants this taken out, you are sick." She placed her hand on my forehead and I flinched back away from her, not liking a stranger touching me.

"I don't care what Master Adorno wants, I want out of this room." I tried to yank the needle out of my arm once again, but her hands were glued on top of my own.

I let out a sigh of aspiration, I was getting annoyed with this lady. I should have known that she was just another one of Luca's maids, judging by her all black attire. Black dress shirt, black dress pants, black shoes, and her hair was piled neatly into a bun on top of her head. She reminded me of Julie. Her eyes held that same frightened look that Julie's did when I first met her. My thoughts piled into my head at the remembrance of Julie. Sadness hit my heart and I relaxed against the bed.

"Do you know a girl named Julie? Have you seen her around here?" I hounded her with questions that she more than likely didn't know the answer to, but it was worth a shot.

Her eyes flicked down to me, before pulling her hands away from mine when she saw that I had relaxed. She chewed her lip and quickly adverted her eyes from my curious ones. She knew something.

"Please," I continued. "She's my friend, and I'm really worried about her."

I reached out and touched her arm in attempts to show my desperation. I felt her tense at my touch, before easing down a bit. If I could make sure that Julie was still alive, and not in critical condition, we may be able to escape together like we had planned.

"She was very kind to me." She looked down solemnly, tears filling her eyes.

I quickly shot up higher, feeling the panic and sadness eating up at my empty stomach.

"She's dead?" The words barely escaped my lips. I didn't want to hear it if she was dead. I wasn't going to be able to do this without her. I wouldn't.

The woman shook her head, "She's in very bad condition, she's recovering in a separate wing of this house. She suffered a horrible beating, so she's trying to rest up."

I felt relief wash over me and I let out a shaky breath, not realizing that I had even been holding my breath. I noticed that the woman had been crying, she was beginning to open up to me. Her tiny body shook as she sobs raked over her. She sniffled quietly and rubbed her nose. I felt guilt bubble up in my stomach, feeling guilty for being a little rude earlier.