Chapter 33

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I was currently moping in the corner.

When I woke up this morning, Damien had left, sticking a note in my palm.

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" I'll be back at 5.
Finish your meals along with the meds.
Don't mess with the bandages.

See you, doll."
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I sighed and crushed the note into pieces.

I scooted into the bathtub filled with warm water, I guessed Damien prepared that for me since it was already lukewarm.

As soon as the warm water consumed me, I was relaxed. I peeled off the bandages and saw the wounds were almost gone.
That was pretty impressive that a gunshot wound was gone just in about a week. What on Earth with the injections he's been giving me?

Of course, Daniel was forcing me to take those injections every day.
I lay in the bed tub, lost in thoughts. A sudden wave of pain in my heart formed at the thought of Mateo. But why? I had nothing to do with him.

But he helped me with his life on line? I don't get it at all. What even is his purpose?
I doubted if he was still even alive.

Damien was keeping a stoic face at my refusal to speak any further about my time while I was away with his sister in the woods. He didn't even brought it up. But I know better...

A monster would remain a monster no matter what. Something is up. Something is up his sleeve.

I shooed away the maids as they wouldn't go anywhere but stuck to me like freaking worms. I made sure I was alone in the room.

I stood in front of a full-length mirror and stripped down my clothes until I was completely naked.

Yea, my body was healing slowly but the fainted scars were everywhere.

Especially on my back where Damien used to beat with a leather belt, that belt was his favorite, but he used that only when I pushed his buttons and his sick mind overwhelmed him. Freaking psycho rat bastard.

My face scrunched in terror as the memories flooded again. The sight of tattoo was pushing me to the edge of insanity.

"Cling. Cling." The phone rang off, the phone that was only able to receive the incoming calls of course.

I lazily picked it up and held it into my ears. It felt cold against my cheek but nothing compared to the coldness that swallowed my fingers.

" Miss me, doll?" An amused voice.
He usually didn't make calls unless it was necessary. Or to tick me off.

"With every bullet so far," I replied.

He chuckled and said, " So sassy when she wakes up..."  he laughed.

" Just leave me alone," I seethed.

" Oh, doll, I wished I could but the show is fucking great!" I had to pull the phone away from my ear at the high pitched voice. The fUck? He sounds like the run down

I furrowed my eyes and sighed.
What was this time?

" I still couldn't believe a little girl like you got so fucking sexy curves," he cooed.

What the heck he was saying? Verbal assaults as usual?But wait, he said the show was great and about curves...

I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me.

Mother fucker has already fixed the cameras in this fucking room. I could hear another squeaking laughter from the line.
" Oh, my smart girl. But you know, you're too naive sometimes," he chuckled.
" Go eat breakfast after you done with your little show...and don't you wanna count me in while you're at it- " he started moaning. What the-

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