The perverted strange man had then retracted his hand before anyone else could see. His actions had disgusted her but if she had started yelling and fussing she could get into trouble; he was a wealthy man and what was she?
She was just a lowly bartender from the dank alleyways of the lower ring.
They would just drag her out of the building or even worse the man who had brought her here would get angry and do only gods know what. As much as she hated it, she had to swallow her pride and just not react to deescalate the situation.
Finally arriving at the elevator the green eyed man looked down at her confused. Her fists were clenched, and her face was scrunched up in anger and disgust. He turned his sandy blonde head towards the only other person in the elevator who seemed to smirk even wider than before as he grabbed a piece of Silla's hair and twirled it causing green eyes to swell up in anger brows scrunching together.
"She's very pretty I wonder how much she was?" The other occupant of the elevator spoke cockily as he felt inclined to touch her even further.
"She's shakhta. Vy gryaznyy krysa," he spat venomously in fury the other mans brains threatening to be splattered all over the walls.
"I would love to spend a night with her," he urged not quite understanding the situation he was creating.
"How much?" He disgustingly whispered into Silla's ear smirking.
She backed away from the man only aggravating him further as he suddenly grabbed her Silla wincing in pain. "JUST SHARE YOUR WHORE ALREADY!" He violently yelled slapping the girl to the ground in a fit of rage as she grabbed her side and gasped in pain.
Before Silla could even get up she froze as a sudden growl erupted. Looking up the man who slapped her was pinned to the wall by his neck as Mr. Banehallow's large hand squeezed his throat. Although above all she was shocked. The sight once again made fear find her. It spoke to her in its cackling voice. It told her legs to go weak, her stomach to lurch and her heart to ache. Silla's mother once told her that there was nothing to fear but fear itself, but still she could not silence its voice.
The man started to quiver and sweat as he begged for his life but was shown no mercy when the green eyed man pulled out his nine millimeter and pressed it against the mans forehead Silla couldn't help but look away as a loud gun shot ripples through the air and a second later the elevator doors dinged open.
She wasn't afraid for the man who was killed. She was afraid that she would be next. Although in the past death didn't bother her and she wasn't afraid of dying however now she had her friends who were in the same building to worry about.
Though her eyes were covered by large hands her tears flowing through them and down her cheeks as they walked out.
She guessed he didn't want her to see that guys brains on the wall.
How courteous of him.
They hadn't even made it to the room yet and already someone had died...
Suddenly her vision seemed to fade as her heart felt as if it had stopped beating from the stroke of pain in her chest. All other sounds falling deafly upon her ears while the world seemingly froze for a few moments.
The pain just seems to build up inside her, waiting to burst.
It hurt.
It hurt so bad.
Silla gasped loudly and shallowly when it suddenly became harder to breathe as she fell to her knees clutching her chest. Behind her Mr. Banehallow ran to her side in panic as he watched her fall over.
She can't breathe.
Her throat felt as though it's collapsing as painful knots form in her chest. It was almost impossible to take a proper breath when her throat was clogged up and scratchy like sandpaper. She released rough coughs into her hand and felt a warm liquid shoot up her esophagus and fill her mouth. Blood slips past her fingers, sprinkling the floor and carpet with the red liquid.
The green eyed man stared with wide eyes as her body hunched over as she coughed harder and closed her eyes tightly. "Derzhis' moy malen'kiy tsvetok," he whispered in her ear as he gently picked Silla up by the waist and carried her in his arms; she was somewhat desensitized to his touches now, so it didn't feel that terrible. Generally he was soft when caressing her and had overall gentle touches.
The man sped down the hall towards the room he rented Silla in his arms with half lidded eyes blood dripping out of her soft red lips.
Once inside her mouth hung agape; she was dazed but this was just too extravagant. Silla's eyes were wide with shock as she looked at the gorgeous room. The carpeted floor was like angel feathers to the touch and the rest of the room was decorated and had the most up to date appliances along with the beautiful city lights shinning in on them at an amazing view.
But lying on the two twin beds were both Zelan and Katya switching through the projectors channels. Cain, however, was snuggled into a large king sized bed with what looked to be silk sheets.
Worried with how long her friend was gone Katya ran and hugged Silla causing her to wince. Shocked at the sudden contact she embraced Katya back, however, when she saw the blood on the young girls weak and pale face, her eyes widened and asked what happened giving a suspicious look to the man behind her.
Seemingly unfazed he gently sat the half awake pale weak girl on the soft bed and wiped the blood off her mouth with a warm rag as he took his device out of his pocket and called what she could only assume to be some kind of personal medical aid of his however it was strange that he could have a medical professional at his beck and call. Strained medical professionals were rare. The poor doctor must have been threatened by him to the point he would constantly kiss his ass and do everything he wanted without question.
Sweat started to coast her skin and she had to fight to keep her eyes open. The phone barely even rang a second before it was immediately answered. "What an honor for you to call me," a manly voice spoke through the phone.
Honor her ass.
"Khvatit tselovat' moyu zadnitsu i zatknis', tupoy yebat'," the sandy blonde man spoke blankly into the phone as the other person on the line sputtered words nervously obviously not understanding a word of what he said.
"Yes, Sir right away," The voice meekly spoke.
"Otpravit' zhenshchinu-vracha."
"Umm... It's just me sir."
" Otpravit' vracha-muzhchinu osmotret' moyu zhenshchinu? Yesli vy poshlete cheloveka, ya prishlyu vam yego golovu."He yelled furiously into the phone.
"I'm sorry Sir would it be okay if I went?"
"Khorosho, no perestan' plakat', kak malen'kaya suchka, ili ya vyrvu tebe glaza i zasunu ikh tebe v zadnitsu." He spoke darkly before ending the call a much brighter smile now on his face as he looked down at the girl laying on the bed. It seemed he got enjoyment from terrorizing those who worked under him.
Silla started to pant and her eyes closed; dangerously close to the edge. After what seemed to be only twenty minutes there was a knock on the door and a much older man came in the door with a bag. Rubbing his chin with an excessively long white beard. His wrinkly eyes squinting behind his large glasses as he surveyed the situation.
"Hold still moy malen'kiy tsvetok," Mr. Banehallow suddenly asked her as he took it upon himself to start lifting her shirt without Silla's permission as she sputtered panting from embarrassment weakly slapping his hands away. She had thought she managed to hide her wounds, but he knew exactly where they were this whole time; he hadn't said anything until now so Silla thought that he had missed it.
Turns out, it wasn't that simple to fool him.
After barely struggling with him for a few more seconds she gave up and obediently laid down hesitating to show him her wounds. Hopefully it didn't look as bad as it felt.
Silla shut her eyes tight and left her life to fate. As soon as he saw the large bruises around her rib cage, he frowned along with the sudden drop in the temperature. The cold and dangerous glint in his eyes danced menacingly.
Oh Gods.
She could only resign and lay still as the medical man checked it out and scanned her entire body with some type of medical technology he pulled out of his bag. Although as the results of whatever he was looking for popped up on the device his expression contorted into one of confusion and worry. Frantically, he suddenly backed away and his eyes widened when his eyes laid upon a bruise in particular that looked like a hand print.
In confusion he asked what was wrong as the man shook his head back and forth. Though was eventually forced to answer when the old doctor was dragged outside to a more private area where they couldn't be heard.
"S-She h-as three bruised ribs and o-one is dislocated. B-but as I looked closer at her injuries I saw that h-her ribs h-have been b-broken r-repeatedly. L-likely o-over a period of y-years," he managed to stutter out as the green eyed man's face seemed to become darker by the second eventually exploding and punching the wall with such force that his arm nearly went all the way through.
Once back inside the medical man whose name she learned was Lowson gave her pain medication and put her dislocated rib back into place. Annoyingly whenever Silla let out a whimper of pain or discomfort the man just about exploded on Lowson. Which made it very difficult for him to finish his job.
His deep green eyes shone with worry. There was something so familiar and warm about them. She swore that she had seen them somewhere before but every time she felt like she was getting close her head would painfully throb causing her to wince.
Noticing this, the doctor asked what was wrong as Silla held her throbbing head. She had told him all about her previously minor head injury to which she had problems remembering a certain period of time when she was younger. Upon hearing this, Lowson after a brief pause from shock openly declared that she may have amnesia and at his words Mr. Banehallows eyes widened as he held a look on his face that could only be described as shock; his beautiful green eyes widening.
When the time came for the doctor to leave he just about ran out of the room in relief. Silla, however, could tell that the green eyed man wasn't about to let her off so easily this time.
Yet to her surprise he reached to have her in his arms and held her close to him to the point her nose was stuffed into his chest a shocked blush coming up her face. No one had ever held her so gently and tenderly,
"A-re you-you m-mad at me?" she asked so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open.
"Mm."
Breaking off the strange hug momentarily to look at her eyes, he brought his lips down to my head before softly answering her, "No."
At his usual embarrassing actions, a soft awkward red dusted her ghostly pale cheeks in an utmost adorable way. Unknowingly stirring a man's desire unnecessarily.
"You do understand that you are not leaving my sight from now on?" He whispered referring to the earlier incident in the elevator before taking her hand while still keeping his eyes on her visage.
"I know today has been long but you v'ill have to tell me how or who zose injuries v'ere caused by. If you don't tell me I v'ill eventually find out anyway and v'hen I do it's not going to be pretty. You see I'm not a patient man. I v'ill do terrible zings to zose who are not careful. Osobenno te, kto trogayet chto moye," he spoke darkly.
"Now rest."
Silla once realizing that she didn't have to keep her eyes open any longer quickly felt a blackness come over her. Like a blanket of warmth somehow making her eyes feel heavier and heavier. But before she was completely eclipsed by sleep through dazed eyes she saw a dark figure walking towards her.
The figure stared at her nearly sleeping form for minutes as it softly brushed her long hair out of her face. She was too tired to care and merely thought it was nothing but a dream. Even when this dark figure seemed to slip in next to her in the bed and wrapped it's heavy arms around her shrouding me in warmth. She closed her eyes in exhaustion thinking nothing of the strange fantasy that was of no importance or concern.
...
"Why isn't she a'vake yet?" The sandy blonde asked sharply to Lowson who had been called early this morning as Zelan, Katya, and Cain sat worried by their pale friends bedside.
Silla was sweating profusely, and her skin was deathly pale as her panting breath became uneven; her body was so weak. She wasn't able to stay still tossing and turning as if in a bad dream. The physician cowered and replied, "It appears that she is exhausted and her body is taking longer to heal the internal damage."
The green eyed man started to scream in frustration but realized she was lying on the bed in front of him. He lowered his voice.
"I know z'at! So do something about it." He gritted his teeth.
The physician bowed even deeper and answered, "I'm afraid I haven't been her physician long, I don't know her body's condition very well. Right now she shouldn't travel long distances or move around too much. But do not worry, her life is not in any danger as of right now."
Before Del could scream again, one of his trusted guards came in and added carefully. "Your excellency, Lowson is the best physician in the capital. Losing him would be a great loss to us all."
The guard knew what the man would say, and that was why he interrupted him. Mr. Banehallow tried to calm down and think logically. After a few minutes he finally decided.
"If something happens to her, you v'ill he executed, but if you can heal her and she v'akes up v'ithin two days, you v'ill receive a much lighter punishment."
"Thank you, your excellency." The physician bowed to him once again and left the room to check on the medication.
Silla laid on the bed as if she was dead. It had already been two nights and it was the afternoon of the third day. She still hadn't opened her blue eyes. Mr. Banehollow was a wreck. He didn't know what to do or where to go. He felt like he was burning from the inside out. He was not used to this kind of emotion. The last time he had felt something similar was when he was separated from her long ago.
At this moment, he was willing to give up anything to have her open her eyes.
She was nothing like anyone he had ever seen. A treasure that out stood even the most precious things.
Her intellect was what he found the most enticing. She understood situations accurately and made quick but smart decisions that never seemed to benefit only her; she always sacrificed herself for those she cared most about. Everything she did seemed to be complex and versatile, and it was hard for most to understand what she was actually thinking. But above all her altruism was beyond anything he had ever seen.
Although, he did find one thing very otherworldly, and that was her values and moral code. Her unbelievable way of thinking and humanism, despite her pessimistic attitude. He had never seen anything like it.
Yet at the same time she wasn't naive. She understood how the world worked and was unforgiving to those who unnecessarily hurt others.
What kind of life did she have that made her the way she was? He couldn't even imagine.
Silla glowed without any help from jewelry or expensive clothes. It came from deep inside her. She wasn't greedy and didn't find her happiness from material things like so many others he had met before her.
He knew she would never change. No matter what he did or said to her, she would remain who she was. Silla was a finished product, and he knew her soul was beyond his reach.
It was such a dilemma for him.
But most beneficial to him, she was already dependent on him. Legally, she would be his wife soon. She was already his. These thoughts made him feel relieved, but it didn't last long. He suddenly felt anxious again.
She was his, but her heart wasn't. He couldn't control how she felt. He knew she would never look at him lovingly because he was her husband. This would never happen, and he felt terribly disappointed.
In this world, women were often married to men who they were sold to or were chosen for them by their families. Even if a woman loves another man, she would give up quickly and learn to love her husband.
Would Silla do the same? Would she learn to love him because he was her husband?
He knew the answer was no. Even if she did fall in love with him, would she become his completely? Again, the answer was no.
He felt like he was going crazy.
She will never love him. Even if she does, she will never give herself up to him completely.
To Be Continued...