Ria:
I am lying in this hospital bed for all intents and purposes. I'm staring at the ceiling, not talking or looking at anyone.
I had failed. I had fucking failed. Snatched from the sky and escaped by the claw of a mother fucking dragon.
I couldn't feign ignorance anymore. I had seen the dragons up close and personal.
So, if that was true, it stood to reason that what they said about me having a dragon was true. So, the answer was yes, I had a monster inside me. I felt a slight twinge of pain inside while thinking that. I guess it didn't like being called a monster.
Could I disappear and let this thing take over, living life without me any the wiser about anything? I wonder if there's a book I can read somewhere?
I am tired, so I close my eyes, maybe I can disappear into sleep for a while and not be plagued by nightmares. Somehow, with the way my luck is running, that'll never work in a hundred years.
I hear someone come in, but I don't open my eyes. Then, suddenly, my hand is grabbed, and a metal cuff is snapped in place. My eyes shoot open to see a golden cuff bracelet with a dragon motif, what else, secured around my wrist.
Suddenly, an electric pulse moves to cover my entire body, I jerk, and suck in a breath, but then it's gone.
I look accusingly at Drago, who is standing right beside me. He looks angry, and I don't care.
"You will wear this from now on. You can't take it off unless the creator or I do. This bracelet is infused with an extremely strong magic. With this bracelet on, you will never be able to harm yourself again. You can travel no further than 20 miles outside the village, unless you are with one of us. You can never harm any other dragon." He just looked at me as he said that.
My brain couldn't quite process what he'd said. I think I am honestly going to go insane. Maybe that would be a relief, then I would be as unaware as other avenues.
He had delivered the final blow. I would be forced to live as a lifeless husk, like those never-ending zombies in those movies. I was immortal, according to them, so I couldn't count down the time until death would offer me a welcome freedom.
He had taken away the ability to seek that freedom myself. I was chained as surely as if I were trussed up in the dungeon.
I was forever cut off from the people I love. I could never see them or speak to them again. I wouldn't know if they were well and happy. I would be tortured with that knowledge every second of every day forever. Wow, that was a new level of sadistic right there.
He was more evil than I gave him credit for. He had painted me as a stupid whore, and that's all I'll ever be, a warm hole and a womb for their use. I have been reduced to less than nothing.
Can he see it? Is he gleefully watching me wither and die while not truly being able to die? Is he happy he has won and defeated me so thoroughly?
I look up and stare at the ceiling. I say nothing, I don't have words for this, they don't exist. What good would words do me anyway? They have become useless. My chest burns. Perhaps this thing inside me will come and release me from this torment?
"You are carrying our babies, triplets, that has never happened in the history of our people. You are a miracle, and you carry three miracles with you. I can not let you destroy that." He whispers to me.
I don't respond. So, not just one but three. So, not only one rape baby to see and remember with, but three. There are no words.
I keep looking at the ceiling.
Eventually, Cole takes me upstairs. I go sit on the couch, staring at the empty fireplace. He follows me over and picks up a remote I didn't even see. He presses a button, and the fireplace comes to life. He sets the remote down on the coffee table. I glance at it blankly for a moment, but return to simply watching the fire.
Later, Cinder comes and gets me for dinner. Is it dinner already? Wasn't it just dawn? Oh, well, that is good. Another day passed. I wonder if, after dinner, they will want to fuck me?
I sit in my seat beside Drago, and he fills my plate with food of some kind. There is a cup of tea. I sip on the tea; the warm cup feels good. Drago orders me to eat, so I pick up my fork. I take two bites before I have to run to the bathroom and throw up.
After I'm done, I sit on my heels. I notice someone is here with me. It's Cole; he probably wants to make sure the incubator doesn't malfunction.
I get up and go to the sink, where I rinse my mouth out and wash my face. Then I go back to the dining room, take my seat, and drink the tea. Drago didn't order me to eat again.
After dinner, I go to the room and sit on the couch. I turn on the fireplace and watch the flames.
I get curious about what happens if I do something the cuff doesn't want me to. So I go sit on the floor and try to put my hand in the fire. I'm not able to move. I am screaming inside, willing my hand to move, and it does nothing. So, now I know. I return to the couch.
Eventually, I am tired, so I go to my bags by the chair and find my sweats and a long-sleeve t-shirt. I changed in the bathroom. I take down my hair.
I actually take a certain perverse satisfaction in the fact that they have no idea why I do things. He never let me wear my hair up, so I always wore my hair up because I was free and I got away. So, now I leave my hair down and run my fingers through the ends, because I'm a captive again.
He always made me wear dresses to look pretty. So, I determined to never wear another dress again, which proved I was free. Now, I will get dresses from Zoe. I wonder if I could draw some?
Eventually, I get sleepy and lay my head on the arm of the couch. I don't ever want to sleep in the bed again. They fucked me there, so now it's contaminated, and so I'll never sleep there again.
Eventually I feel someone sit on the couch and I startle, immediately awake. It's Cole. I guess he's checking to make sure the incubator is functioning as required.
I don't say anything, and I don't look at him. Eventually, he leaves, so I lie on the arm of the couch again.
When we are at breakfast the next morning, Mary brings me tea along with a cup of coffee. I fix both and start with drinking the coffee. I nibble on some toast, and it stays down, but just barely.
Drago talks about having a doctor come and see me, but I don't comment.
The only thing I say is, "I want paper and a pencil."
Everyone looks at me, but I have nothing else to say.
Later, when I'm in my room watching the fire, Ash comes in and brings me a couple of notebooks, two sketchbooks, and a legal pad. He also gives me several pencils, a pencil sharpener, and erasers. He also gave me some pens. I do say thank you.
When he is gone, I pick up a sketchpad and start drawing the dresses I want.
I'm not sure how much time has passed, but Cole comes to see me, and he asks me to follow him. He takes me on a tour of the house, but he avoids the 4th floor.
I discovered there's a huge garden outside. There are benches and fountains. I really like the garden. So after the tour, it's lunch. I throw up again, but I drink the tea.
I was heading out to the garden, but Cole told me we were going to a doctor's appointment. I follow him to the big SUV and get into the back seat. We drive to a rather nondescript building and go inside. The doctor I met the other day is here.
He takes me to a room, and all of the guys follow. He asks me a whole lot of questions, but I don't have any answers, so I shrug or don't answer. I know he is frustrated. Eventually, Drago tells him to get on with it.
He gives me a pelvic exam, and the guys watch. At this point, I'm numb, so I don't blush or react at all. Then the doctor does an Ultrasound. The guys watch the huge TV on the wall where they can see the babies. I look at the ceiling.
The Dr tries to give me a picture, but I don't take it, but eventually the guys take it though. He gives me pills to settle my stomach, and then we return to the castle.
I go out to the garden with my paper and pencils and draw. I also have several squirrels come and visit me. I'll have to bring them food. Animals have always liked me, and I love animals of all kinds, so I am more than happy to have their company.
As it starts to get darker, I return to the room and sit on the couch. I have a sinking suspicion that I will become overly familiar with this spot.
Then Natalia comes and gets me for dinner. Drago gives me the medicine for my stomach. It doesn't help.
Apparently, Natalia is taking me shopping again tomorrow. So I go back upstairs. I decide that if this is my cage, I should decorate it how I want. So, I pick up the notebook and start writing down what I want to do to the room to truly make it mine. Right now, I find it rather hideous and not to my taste.
After writing things down, I put the notebook and my sketchbook aside. I should give Drago the list for my cage at breakfast tomorrow. I will take my sketches and ideas to Zoe tomorrow when Natalia takes me out.