She is the one by Asheslove (that summer book .TXT) 📗

Chapter-9

ELENA BLACKWOOD

 

Beep..

Beep..

Beep..

 

I slowly opened my eyes due to continue sound of beeping and feeling extremely fatigued and thirsty. My vision was all blurry and mind was blank as I opened my eyes. I looked around and found myself in a room whose walls were painted white.

My face was covered with a mask and a cannula was attached to the back of my hand which was hooked with an IV and my other hand was covered with bandages. My body ached all over when I tried to move my hand to remove the mask from my face and I hissed.

'Don't'

A woman's voice refrained me from doing so. I looked for the voice and saw petite frame fair women with black hairs which were combed and tied in a ponytail looking at the beeping monitor with a file in her hand. 

'I am Andrea and a doctor’ she said smiling at me gently and carefully removing the oxygen mask from my face. 

Am I out from his cage? The last events came rushing in my head and the beeping sound of the monitor increased with my increasing heartbeat. 

'Calm down, you are fine' she said softly looking at me. After few seconds my running heart calmed and the sound came back to normal. 

'Where is he? am I out from his place?' I said from my dry throat looking around in a very low voice.

 'You are in hospital and he will be back anytime' she said checking on me. 

No, I hurriedly tried to sit up on the bed but she held me on my position. 

'What are you doing, you are still too weak' she explained. 

'No, I am fine' I whispered. I can't stay here; I don't want to go back. 

'You need rest Elena, your body is weak and fatigued and needs rest, that's more important than trying to escape him' 'hurting yourself will be of no help' she said softly looking at my hand. She knows about him. I thought I could ask her for help but she already knew about him, I was about to snap at her but 

'She's awake' a cold deep voice interrupted.

It’s the same voice which I hope I would never have heard in my life, which I never wanted to hear again, the same voice which only make me feel hatred towards the person and fill my heart with pure terror.

I winced and squeezed my eyes shut on instinct when heard his deep stern voice. Fear, terror and hatred engulfing my entire self. I don't want to see that same face again, I don't.

​​​​​​'How's she?' He asked Andrea without sparing a glance at me. His demeanor looks calm but I know he's worst than a beast.

​​​​​​'Of course, Good. After being starved by you for a whole fucking week' she commented sarcastically and I was surprised that he not only remained silent instead nodded his head.

​​​​​​'I am serious Nicolas, how can you starve her to death, she was burning in fever and almost half dead when you brought her here'.

​​​​​​'But she's alive, isn't she?' He said slipping his hands in his jeans pocket.

'Her body is weak and need rest, so for God sake keep your sick anger at check and don't beat the shit of her otherwise you'll kill the girl' she said frowning, and muttering under her breath left the room.

He slowly approached me and I lightly grabbed the sheets underneath me as he sat in front of me.

'Now Elena’, he smiled, blue eyes cold as ice. 

'I brought you something to eat' he said and snapped his finger. A woman enters the room and place a tray of steaming hot soup in front of us. My stomach clenched painfully as eyes watered upon seeing food. He brought the bowl of steaming soup bear and carefully held out the spoon towards my lips.

'I can feed myself' my voice was barely audiable as I tried to help myself up but stop when pain rushed in my whole body. He kept holding the spoon near my lips with an evil smirk plastered on his face. I looked at him and opened my mouth knowing there is no place of argument left and neither did I have strength to. If it was any normal situation, I would've poured the soup on him after what he had done but at the moment all I care about is eating.
He continued to spoon feeding me and asked after sometime.

'What makes you think that you will run away from me with your foolish attempt, didn't I told you that you can't'.

I stared in his ocean orbs blankly.

'Atleast I don't have to beg you' I managed to whisper barely.

I expected reaction but instead he smiled with an inexplicable look in his eyes and without saying anything continued feeding me until I passed out. I was too fatigued and my body needed rest.

When I woke up, again, he was thier and fed me again. The routine carried out for few days, neither of us speaks. I would eat and immediately fall asleep. I was getting energized by each passing day.

I wake up again but this time found myself in the same grey room in which I never wanted to come back again. I sat on the bed and realized I was changed into different cloths. When did he bring me back? I tried to think harder but nothing came to my mind, I didn't remember anything after taking pills and sleeping on the hospital bed.

Now I was enough well to walk on my own and even much better. I went to washroom and when looked at the same place where I was starved to death; tears started flowing from my eyes. The floor was cleaned and the shattered mirror was replaced with a new one.

When I came out I saw Darla coming in room. I know she came here to check on me. 

'Is everything fine. Do you need anything' she asked politely. 

'No, I'm fine' I replied. 

'But can I came out with you; I'm just tired by sitting for long'. She didn't said anything further and left the room swiftly. 

'I don’t know why but she felt weird to me and I hated that she always ignores my requests' I talk to myself and again went to bed.

Now am better and back at his place, I can't even imagine what he has instore for me. After sometime the door opens and Leonardo enters in.

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