When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 47

Rats?! Oh that's not happening. Not on my life.

"James, stop. Please, no, don't come any closer." I pleaded, fear dancing across my eyes like fire.

The man halted as I begged, smiling and gazing down at the rodents. "Oh? Are you interested in one of my generous offers, (y/n)?"

"Yes, just put those things away."

He did as I instructed.

Oh hell. He really just made me feel in control to get what he wanted, didn't he?

"So? Do you want to be mine? Or do you want to give me the information I desire?"

I gazed into his eyes. They were blue, which was a contrast from Juuzou's red eyes. God how I missed those eyes.

I'm not entirely sure if it's better than being eaten by rats, but it's not like I can screw the CCG, so I guess...

"I'll be your lover. Now please get me some clothes."

. . .

James had happily obliged and skipped out of the room to get me clothing. Lord was that man bipolar. Esme payed me a visit shortly after, making fun at how I was nude and covered in honey. She roughed me up a bit, punching me in the face and threatening to eat me. To be honest, it didn't really faze me compared to everything else I had gone through.

James returned and shooed Esme away, leading me to an actual bathroom and telling me to clean up.

Well this is a contrast to the hose, isn't it?

I turned the shower on and gazed at the person in the mirror. I didn't recognize myself. Not one bit. I winced at the glass, letting hot tears roll down my face. Finally my weakness and pain emerging through the numbness I had grown to depend on. I looked skinnier and suddenly felt my hunger weigh on me, letting it distract me from the stranger I was gazing at.

I got into the shower and yelped at the heat. It wasn't too hot, but the feeling of the water hitting my wounds stung me. I slowly but surely washed myself, trying to be as gentle as I could and still achieve my goal of getting clean.

Jesus, I never realized how many cuts my arms have! He used the knife or scissors to do that, I guess I just kinda forgot seeing as it doesn't hurt as much as everything else.

I washed my hair last, standing in the shower for a few minutes after I was finished, just in case I was about to endure more torture. The only reason I had decided to end my shower so soon was the fact that my legs were throbbing from standing and I wanted to lay down, or at least sit somewhere.

. . .

The mirror was foggy now, and I didn't bother to look at myself. Unlike James, Esme had no problem messing up my "pretty" face, so I'd only be disappointed to look at myself again. I wrapped a towel around my grey body and left the bathroom, examining the large bedroom I had emerged into. It was goddamn huge, with bookshelves, a sitting area, a T.V, and a king sized bed right in the middle. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, dangling down into intricate patterns that reflected onto the walls.

"Pretty, isn't it?" The familiar voice rang.

I flinched and turned to face James, who was approaching me with a long sleeveless nightgown. "I thought you would look gorgeous in this, darling. Please try it on."

Shit, I'm supposed to be playing the role of his perfect little wife, aren't I? Pfft, this is nothing.

Well, it's certainly nothing I haven't done before.

"Thank you, James. I'll put it on right away. I'm not sure what time it is, but would you like to have a meal with me? I'm quite starving and would love to spend time with you."

Well, it makes me want to throw up in my own mouth, but if it gets me food? I'll say ANYTHING to this man.

"What a lovely idea, my precious!"

Ew. When I get the chance to kill this guy I swear I'm gonna-

"Master James? You summoned me?" A soft spoken voice intruded. It was one of the servants that gave me water and helped heal me!

Wait a minute. Master? Is he the head of this house?

Well no shit he is. Do you see this room?

"Yes," James began speaking to the servant. "my dearest (y/n) is starving and we have a lovely chef that can prepare the best human food. Jump to it!"

"Yes, my lord." He said before bowing and scampering away.

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Authors note: I know I know, this chapter was super short. Don't blame me tho! It's 1 in the morning, I just didn't want y'all to think you had to read about rat torture lmfao. In other words, this is basically a filler chapter. (That's why it's so short.)