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So, this was how I was going to die. Naked and alone on a cold floor in a stranger’s room. Seemed legit, I mused. My life was shit like that.
“Help me with her.” I heard from behind me. “Quickly.”
When they tried to lift me, my stomach ejected more. Even when there was nothing left to get out, I kept heaving. Trembles ran through my body
“Call a fucking doctor,” I heard Alexie say.
“Yes, sir.”
“No—no doctor,” I begged. I knew every so-called doctor in this town, and they all knew I was tied to the MC. The Lord knew I had gone to the hospital enough, usually to treat some sprained wrist or fractured bone or get stitches. “Please, Alexie. No doctor. Just you. You’re…enough…”
That was the last thing I managed to get out my mouth before the darkness took me.
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The sound of water running brought me out of my wild, demonic dreams of sex and pain. I was hot. And cold. Floating in the air. Yet also in water.
My heavy lids fluttered open, allowing the light to rouse me more, then promptly heaved again.
Nothing left to throw up now. Just gurgling air. My body shuddered, and I whimpered from the pain of it. It almost hurt more than when there was something to actually vomit.
A soft hand brushed along my head. “Shh. It’s going to be alright,malishka.”
Shivers wracked my spine, and I was unable to stop the trembling. One part of me wanted to lean into his touch, another just wanted to be left alone.
Suddenly Alexie reached across me, and I violently flinched away, an uncontrollable reflex I had picked up from years of abuse. Unless I had the presence of mind to suppress the instinct, this was my body's natural reaction—always expecting someone to batter it.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, gently righting me.
“Says the man who cut his name into chest an hour ago,” I whispered.
My captor simply tsk’d then slowly dipped the sponge in the water. Using careful and measured movement, he started washing away the sick. I sat mutely as he lovingly caressed me.
“I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well,malishka.”
He sounded contrite, but I said nothing. I refused to feel comforted. It didn’t matter how nice he was to me; he was still a monster.
Once I was clean, Alexie pulled me out of the tub and placed me on a towel laid out on the floor. Then he wrapped another large, plush towel around my shoulders. It was warm and smelled good. He proceeded to pat me off with a third warmed towel.
When I was fairly dry, Alexie lifted me again and placed me on the toilet. I clung to my towel as if I could disappear into it.
“Pee,” he commanded.
Flushing, I shook my head.
“I said go to the bathroom, Sloane.”
“I can’t.” I shrugged my shoulder and dipped my head. “I don’t have to go.”
“Do I need to get a doctor to come here after all? To insert a catheter?”
In my heart, I knew he meant it. He would have a doctor do exactly that. “No,” I grumbled. “Maybe if you leave the bathroom.”
“No. I’m not leaving.” He pulled out his cell phone. “You go now, or I make the call.”
Tightening the towel around me, I slouched to relax my body and looked up at the ceiling. I tried to think of everything that might make me tinkle. I finally managed a couple of drops.
My captor didn’t look impressed.
