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Hey guys! I'm pleased to announce that this is a brand new chapter for Breaking Eden. Give it a read and let me know down below in the comments what you honestly think. Good or bad, I'll take it if it'll help improve my story.
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3 - Blood Letting
***Declan's POV***
***Sometime later***
Declan leaned back in his chair, staring at the blurred image of Eden on his monitor screen. She stirred in her sleep, her feet moving, her head leaning one way then the other as if she were trying to swim. She had awakened just in time for him to make his grand entrance and perform his own kind of exam.
Something odd caught his attention, made him hold back from leaving. Dr. Morrison sat at Eden's side and tried to speak with her, but like before, she refused to answer any of his questions.
Her gaze remained glued to the ceiling, glue to his gaze. It felt as though she was glaring right at him, knowing he was watching her.
His cock stirred at the sight of her sprawled out on the examination table. He would like nothing more than to strip that paper cloth from her body and take pleasure in the sight of her nakedness and her vulnerable state.
Such a defiant woman you are. Declan traced the line of her body, tapping the spot between her spread legs, and switched off the monitor without a second thought.
He would force Eden to talk and would make her do so much more in the coming days, weeks, months, and maybe even years of her stay with him. She belonged to him now, and only him for the foreseeable future.
Declan switched off the lights in the little room and shut the door behind him when he existed. Its show time, folks.
He sauntered down the short passageway, taking his time to get to her. The door to her medical room turned without a hitch.
"Hello Eden," Declan spoke. "Good to see you're finally awake."
Eden still refused to acknowledge his presence. She continued to stare up at the ceiling in the form of stubborn silence.
Fine. Have it your way then. Declan moved towards her arms, began to work at the ropes binding her wrists overhead and muttered just loud enough for her to hear, "Why do you insist on being so rude? Disobedience will get you nowhere."
His hands paused at the knots, testing her stubbornness. She seemed not to care the slightest bit either way as she stared past him with a vacant glare.
"Here I am, about to release you, and you still refuse to show me an ounce of respect for my effort. Shall I keep you here another day or two, tied up, and at my mercy?"He cocked an eyebrow down at her, thinking that threat alone would conjure up some form of emotional response from her but she offered him nothing of the sort; not even a frown wrinkled her brow. "Maybe then you'll show some respect."
Declan took a step backward. Dr. Morison moved to speak, but Declan held his hand up to silence him. He wanted to show Eden he would leave her there, alone, and in the dark.
A silent standoff ensued between the pair. Declan, glaring at Eden. Eden, staring at the ceiling. Dr. Morrison, looking as bored as ever. It seemed to last an eternity before either of them moved.
Then it happened. Someone moved.
Eden's gaze shifted from the ceiling.
She glared up at him with hatred burning bright within her eyes. "It's you." She spat the words out like they were poison on her tongue. "Fuck. You."
"Keep that attitude up my dear, and you will experience a proper fucking." His fingers went back to work, yanking at the knots, loosening them until one of her hands worked free. The sight of the raw and irritated skin beneath the ropes made him sigh. "You've put up quite the fight." He pressed his thumb into the wound, making Eden wince. "Are you in pain, Eden?" The side of his mouth jerked up.
"Like you'd give a shit." She muttered quietly.
Eden grimaced as he inspected her wound under the bright lights. A frown settled over her brow when she saw it for herself. Then she glanced away, choosing to ignore Declan's probing touch.
Ignoring her outburst, Declan continued, but his demeanor changed, morphing into something that was so unlike him. "I can fix this."
His touch turned gentle, almost affectionate. "Dr. Morison here is going to draw some blood. It wouldn't be wise of you to fight him. Look what your struggles have already earned you." He held her hand out so she could see the raw ring circling her wrist. "Painful, isn't it? What a pity to mark such beautiful skin."
The side of Eden's mouth twitched up, almost mocking him. "Was that a compliment?"
"Don't flatter yourself. My concern is purely selfish. I want to be the cause of all your markings, of all your wounds, of all of your pain." Declan held her arm against the table, but his grip remained light, as though he didn't want to hurt her. "Don't want to take any chances." He added.
During this short exchange, Dr. Morison gathered five long collection tubes. He set them neatly in a row on a rolling tray before pulling on a fresh pair of gloves and interrupting them.
***Eden's POV***
Dr. Morrison's head appeared in her line of vision, his smile reached his eyes, but she hated him all the same. "Do you pass out at the sight of blood?"
Eden shook her head, no.
"That's good to hear." Dr. Morrison winked at her. "Between you and me. I passed out once when donating blood."
"Seriously?" Eden asked.
"As serious as a heart attack, as my late father used to say." Dr. Morison's finger ran over the inside of her elbow, looking for a suitable vein. "I passed out, ripped out the needle and blood was everywhere." His laughter filled the room.
When he found it, he nodded. "Awe, that's a juicy one right there." He ran an alcohol soaked cotton ball lightly over her skin, waited for the area to dry, and added. "Now you'll feel a slight pinch." He readied the needle, bevel up, and pushed.
"I hate needles." Eden groaned as it pierced her skin and hit home. She gripped the only thing within her reach, which was Declan's arm. The feel of his skin against her palm was oddly comforting.
"Focus on my face." Declan knelt down. "Concentrate on your breathing." He brushed some hair out of her face and offered a convincing grin. "We need to make sure you're healthy before we carry on with your assessment."
Dr. Morrison switched to a fresh tube and then another and another with expert speed and smoothness. Within minutes the containers were filled, labeled and placed in a bag to be sent off for testing.
"All done. You've been an excellent patient, Eden." Dr. Morrison placed a fresh cotton ball over the wound, extracted the needle, and placed a Band-Aid over it to hold it in place.
"What, no lollypop?" Eden asked.
The Doctor patted Eden's shoulder, offering her a sympathetic grin before turning toward Declan. "I should have the results in a few days. In the meantime, I'd advise condoms. Not that you enjoy using them."
"I look forward to your call." Declan showed Dr. Morrison to the door and locked it behind him. No one would be able to disturb them now.
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