Lenette woke to the muffled sound of voices; she peeked her eyes open to find the aide and a man in a white coat in heavy discussion. She focused to listen.
"Overall, she is fine, probably just fatigued. She only suffers from minor malnutrition and dehydration. Keeping her diet well and making sure she drinks water and gets enough rest she will be back in good health in no time." The doctor said.
"Hmm I see. Thank you, Doc."
"Call me if there's anything more you need." He spoke on his way out.
The aide turned to face her as he made his way to the bed. He sat himself on the edge. "You are quite the difficult woman to find. There is next to nothing about you. Though I do believe that it maybe be because of some incompetence on my side. Nonetheless, I did figure that the best way to find out anything about anyone is to simply just ask them."
He eyed her waiting for her response, but she gave none. Just stared right back at him. He let out a breath. "Understand that I am to get the information out of you using any method. Now I would much rather not. I am fine sticking to this easy method but if you force my hand I will–"
"I was waiting on you to ask the questions." She stated.
He glared at her for a second before turning to the folder before him. "Name and age."
"Amelia Watson, 26"
"Family?"
Lenette paused a bit thinking back to the sounds of hospital machines beeping away with her mother's life. Then flashed the scene of her father bloody in her arms, mouth goggling up blood trying to make sense of any of his words. She closed her eyes to will those memories away along with the tears. "None." She finally answered trying her best to not sound as broken as she was. He looked at her as if to press for more information. So, she gave in just a bit, "Dead. All of them."
"Marital status?"
Her face twisted in what could be classified as a little bit of disgust and offence. He did not mention they were going to pry into her love life. Yet another sore spot for her, sure it was not as bad as losing her parents, but it was on the crappy things that happened to her list. She refused to discuss that, so she answered, in a smug tone, "Slave."
The words had the aide taken aback that he lost his composure for a while before deciding to end the Q & A there.
Lenette sat there in the silence of the room, listening to it get louder before it broke her mind. She knew she could not do this, sit there doing nothing while her father's killer ran free. With this Lenette made her mind to get up and venture the house again.
She hoped that this time she would end up in the Don's work area if she was going to get lost and not end up in the greenhouse as appealing as it seemed to her. Lenette reached a space in the house that was rather quiet and lacking of people or anything much really. It only had a double doored room, which she pushed open without hesitation. She figured she would think of an excuse in the moment if she ever got caught. It seemed that fate decided to smile on her for once. The room seemed to be the Don's study and was currently unoccupied.
Without wasting any time, Lenette closed the door behind her and went straight to searching for… she had no idea what she was looking for really just that she needed something, a lifeline, anything that would give her a sense of direction, whether to get out of that man's hold or whether to help her find the man who killed her father. She was willing to take anything either way.
However, much to her disappointment, she found nothing. It seemed that fate was turning on her again. Though she had to admit, that it seemed odd that a workspace like this one had no traces of, well, work. No papers, no journals, ledgers, files or anything, it drove her crazy.
Lenette took a breath and tried to clear her frustrated mind, then finally decided to attempt at the computer that occupied the centre of the oak desk. She had been avoiding it, mostly because she was not very versed in technology enough to be able to get through the security system of the Desktop. But she could at least try once and count it as a loss if it failed.
She shifted the leather chair aside a bit and lined herself before the Desktop, like she had expected, it was password protected. Lenette realised in that moment that she could never make an educated guess when she knew little about the man who held her freedom. Deciding to count her losses and leave before someone came back, she moved everything she had touched back in place, consoling herself with the thought that she would have another chance sometime in the near future.
She moved for the door, but it flew open before she could reach it. Then his figure came into view. Her face drained of colour, the moment their eyes met. Somewhere in her mind she figured that if she stood too still, he would not notice her. He seemed to have read that very thought emitting from her, he let out a quiet chuckle as he walked over to her, standing right before her.
"I see you are adventurous as ever." He spoke, his words coming out his usual smooth velvet. "Be careful not to get loss. Again" Was all he said. Much to her surprise he did not ask her about why she was there. That should have had her at ease, but it unsettled her, because it meant that he either knew she would find nothing in the event she stumbled across the room or at worse he already knew she was there searching through his stuff.
"I know my way around better now. Do not break your brain worrying about me." she retorted.
Caesar only smirked at her response, showing his canines, they were just teeth but somehow, they looked more vicious on him. He extended a hand to her that had a gift bag. She looked at him in confusion before taking it. "This is to make sure that even if you stray, everyone knows you belong to me." He still had that stupid smirk on his face, his words smug that it made Lenette curious but somehow, she still had a bad feeling about.
Lenette took the gift bag and reached in to find a black box with a velvet red ribbon tied into a bow. The more she unveiled the packaging the more foreboding she felt. She undid the ribbon under his very intense gaze, then pulled of the lid.
The moment she saw it, she immediately frowned. She understood why she felt so uneasy. What else was she to expect from a man who bought a person from an auction. Save me my ass. She thought feeling every urge to burn the thing. A leash. An actual leash! What the fuck did he think she was? A fucken dog?
While she was having her mental rant about how all kinds of fucked up it was that this man gifted her a leash. Caesar reached inside the box and pulled out the black leather leash with a red engravement of the word, My Little Firecracker. The fact that it was branded pissed her off on its own, but that nickname made her want to throw the thing in the bottom of the ocean.
He moved closer to her to place the thing around her neck. Before his hands could even graze the skin of her neck, Lenette smacked his hand away, earning a look of confusion from the man.
"I told you." she started staring right into his icy cloud greyish eyes, "I will not wear a leash around my neck."