Leah's POV
After that day, a doctor came three times daily to run all kinds of tests and scans on me. Every time he left, he would inject sedatives into my veins, forcing me into a deep sleep. I dreaded these forced slumbers. They were filled with terrifying nightmares, yet as soon as I woke up, the memories of those dreams slipped away like sand through my fingers.
One day, while I was in a light doze, a sudden bang on the door jolted me awake. The door was flung open, and several soldiers marched into the cell. I stared at them, paralyzed with fear.
“What… What are you going to do?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
None of them answered. One soldier stepped forward and unchained me. I collapsed to the ground, my legs and arms numb. Two men grabbed me, hoisting me up by the shoulders and dragging me out of the cell.
“What are you doing?! Where are you taking me?!” I mustered all my strength to scream.
“Shut up, bitch!” a soldier barked. “You want to go back to that dark shithole?!”
“But where are you taking me? I don’t want to die!” I cried out.
“Oh, you’ll wish you were dead,” he replied coldly, not even glancing at me.
They carried me into a steamy bathroom. My eyes, accustomed to the darkness, squinted against the dim light, causing tears to spill down my cheeks. The soldiers tossed me onto the ground and left.
I struggled to stand, but my limbs refused to cooperate. After a while, five half-naked women entered. I noticed red branded marks across their bare chests. They lifted me into the bathtub, carefully washing my hair and body before wrapping me in a towel. The soft texture of the towel tickled my skin, a small comfort amidst the horror.
I tried to wiggle my toes and saw them twitch. A secret relief washed over me as I realized I hadn't completely lost control of my body. Suddenly, the intimidating man from the prison cell strode into the bathroom.
“Alpha Finn!” The maids immediately bowed to him and left, leaving me alone with him.
This time, instead of his formal attire, he wore a simple black shirt and grey pants. His muscular arms and neck were marked by bulging veins. Finn... Is that his name? I thought, my head pounding again. I sank against the edge of the bathtub, involuntarily shivering.
He approached me, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at him. I flinched at his touch and stammered, “Please, don’t hurt me!”
“Why do you think I’m going to hurt you?” he asked, staring into my eyes. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his bloodshot eyes revealed his drunkenness.
“I don’t know, Sir... But I’m so afraid... Please don’t hurt me…” I whispered.
“Shush…” he said softly, cupping my face. “I understand your fear. Not remembering who you are is a terrible feeling. But trust me, it’s a blessing.”
“Do you know who I am?” I asked, my voice tinged with desperation.
He ignored my question and asked coldly, "Do you know what kind of place this is?"
I shook my head. Suddenly, he slapped me hard across the cheek. "Say 'No, Sir,'" he demanded.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to shield my face, but my arms wouldn’t move. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, dripping into the bathtub.
"No, Sir..." I sobbed.
"This is a slave market. And you're my property. You tried to run from me, so I had to chain you up," he explained.
I flinched, but my body remained immobile. His eyes blazed like torches, their intensity setting my insides on fire.
"I will never run away from you again, Sir... Please, don’t hurt me..." I whispered, curling up as best I could.
“Yeah, I know. You wouldn’t dare, because next time you try, I'll rip off your legs and arms and put you in a barrel on a stove," he threatened.
His words cut through me like knives. I couldn't comprehend why he was so cruel. "I'm sorry, Sir... I won’t do it again... I swear..." I whimpered.
He lifted my chin and gently wiped away my tears. This unexpected tenderness shattered me. "What are you going to do, Sir...?"
"I'm very drunk, and you're my slave. What do you think I'm going to do?" He smirked viciously. Then, before I could react, he roughly yanked me from the bathtub, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
I wanted to struggle, but my limbs were still numb. He kicked open several doors, finally tossing me onto a giant bed.
I screamed and cried out, powerless to move. "Please, don’t do this to me..." I wept.
He loomed over me, a cruel smirk on his face. A chill ran down my spine. What is he going to do?!
He lifted his arm, slowly trailing his fingertips across my chest. The bathrobe slid off, exposing my naked body. I tried to turn away out of shame and fear, but I couldn’t move.
He stared at me as though I were a commodity. When his cold, hard hands touched my breast, I nearly screamed. My body trembled uncontrollably, yet at the same time, an unsettling heat spread through me.
What is wrong with me?! This man is trying to hurt me in unimaginable ways, yet a twisted sense of arousal stirred within me.
As his hand moved downward and touched the tip of my pubis, my legs twitched involuntarily. My body was boiling hot. He must have noticed because I was panting heavily, my face flushed. He leaned closer to my face, continuing to rub the most sensitive part of my body.
Is he going to kiss me?! I opened my mouth and moaned, the sound shameful and humiliating.
"Sir, please don’t... Please don’t do this to me..." I murmured.
"You like this, don’t you?" he said, staring into my eyes.