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Chapter 6 Nightmare

  • Lyana
  • I feel the warm touch against the skin as a slow caress, making my body match the firm and possessive voice is as tempting as the darkness in which I am enjoying rest. I sigh fighting against the heavy eyelids when the heat fades leaving only the empty place, the softness of what I recognize to be a fabric. But it is the pains spread throughout the body that attract all my attention, gradually I will regain consciousness of the unhappy night and feel the panic coming back with everything. I lift my body at once being taken by dizziness, I’m seeking to stabilize my breath is when I finally realize I am in a highly luxurious room.
  • The huge bed covered by silky fabrics is lit by a beam of light between heavy curtains, I check my clothes in place before getting up, closing my eyes, and mentally thanking for having some sign that I was not abused. I want to believe that none of that was real and I’m just in some twisted nightmare, but it’s the cold ground against the soles of my feet that makes reality burn again.
  • I raise my hand against my forehead feeling the burning of the wound, down my fingertips I feel my lips broken the metallic taste still on the tip of my tongue. I get out of bed looking once again in search of my bag, as I can not find I decide to go to the door I feel my heart in frantic beats.
  • I touch the doorknob as if it were a bomb about to explode but a sigh of relief as soon as the sound of the click is present revealing a corridor as luxurious as the room. The walls are surrounded by expensive and famous paintings, and then I hear screams from the end of the hall, I follow in this direction even with fear. Someone might need my assistance as a doctor.
  • When an open door gap appears in what I perceive to be a room, I see organized men holding another while debating, I have my attention attracted to the largest of them who seems to have blood in their hands his wide back and arms marked by the black shirt, a knife in hand.
  • Everyone is watching the interaction as I stand in static shock like a statue watching every slow motion happening, not even noticing my voice echoing in a desperate cry to see the fingers being severed. I only become aware of where I am when I see the unique color eyes lost in the darkness marked with fury and bloodlust, I realize what happened.
  • I take a step back unable to look away from the deep eye, fear discharging adrenaline into my veins, and look to the right side seeing large wooden doors and a threshold that indicates to be the exit. I look at him again, I swear I saw something in his eyes but I ignore it. I use all my strength to run, thank the skies for another open door, and run through the thin layer of snow that must have fallen during the night.
  • I feel my feet freezing my body screaming against the intense cold, in the distance a huge iron gate and a road seem to be the only way out of this hell. I slip but quickly get up, I see a man coming towards me but looking over my shoulders. I don’t even have time to reason before my body is lifted off the ground like a sack of potatoes. I scream with all my strength feeling the throat scratch.
  • "You will not run away from me little. "
  • The deep voice and warm breath against my ear make my body strangely calm, but as I blink I feel the tears falling down my cheeks.
  • " Please let me go." - I ask whining.
  • I think it will meet the request when my feet touch the ground, I’m about to run but the strong grip on the arm prevents me, I am turned hard and quickly get stuck between the strong arms, the buttons of the shirt open expose the piece of skin covered by black paint. I feel the heavy hand against my chin making me look up and find the hell inside him again.
  • "You should have thought of that before you saved me."
  • I release a painful hiccup because despite loving my profession I never imagined that following ethics and dedicating myself to saving lives could put my own life at risk in a situation like this.
  • "Please, I just did my job sir." - I say desperate.
  • His fingers touch the path trodden by tears wiping making a subtle caress completely different from the fury that exists in his face. It is so cruel.
  • "Too late, doctor, I’ve shed blood for you."
  • Widens his eyes seeking to move the body away again but he is prevented, I look down finding his bloody hands causing despair inside me.
  • "You were hurting that man for wanting." - Lost cry because he did it, "how can you want to blame me"
  • " I hurt him for touching you and no one touches something of mine. "
  • His gaze leaves no doubt of what she speaks, unexpectedly I feel guilty, I feel that I am trapped and lost, and the sobbing and crying escape through my lips. I am lifted by the strong arms and nestled against his chest, I was kidnapped by this man I’m stuck in a place I do not know and worst of all is that at that moment while I hide the face of the curious looks of men inspiring the perfume of the man who should be my patient, I feel something completely different. It is hard to separate fear from the sight of beautiful dark eyes shining so brightly when confessing a crime. I shake my head wanting to get out of this nightmare and return to the real world in which I will work every day and save lives instead of witnessing someone cutting pieces of another person’s body for pleasure.