Capítulo 11: Chapter 11
Macey
He's leaving.
"Macey?"
He's leaving. He left me all alone.
"Macey. Is what he says correct?"
I turn starring Amelia right in the eyes. Her shaking form, stares past me, straight into the brother of the man that stole my life away from me. My arms still chilled from stepping foot outside.
"Tell me. tell me he was lying."
I feel alone, more alone than I've felt in a long while. Why would he leave me after telling me he killed my master. What does he expect me to do? I have no master, no purpose, no life.
"Macey?"
"I don't know. I don't understand any of this."
"Amelia? Macey?" I turn, following along with Amelia and stare at the woman that introduced herself as a doctor. She has soft gray hair and blue eyes. "I think it's best we head to your rooms."
Amelia grabs my hand and leads me back to the room we were assigned when we first got here. I'm thankful for the connection, because since the mystery man left with his powerful words and gripping powerful hands, I feel lost.
Who do I belong to?
Where do I go?
Who will protect me?
Cassie sits still as a statue on her knees kneeling beside the small white twin bed. I watch as her face grimaces with confusion as we walk in the room, heading straight for her. Kneeling beside her, Amelia's arm goes right around her, comforting her shaking sobs. It's obvious she has already heard the news that has shocked us all.
Master Phillip is gone
That man that rescued me has killed him
"So it's true?" I look down at Cassie's blotchy face. "He's dead?" My eyebrows lower at the adherent tone of joy in her voice.
"Are you happy about that?" Amelia asks, beating me to the question. "You're happy master is gone?"
Cassie looks up, gazing her eyes between Amelia and myself. "I-I don't known to be honest. But if Ranger went with him, then that means he would have fought for master. That means he would be dead as well right?"
My eyes widen with realization as I stare the two girls that have come to mean more to me than my own self.
Cassie was always the favorite of Ranger's to pick on. Because of her fragile state of mind and her quiet demeanor, Ranger always felt the need to abuse her any chance he got.
"Ranger liked to burn." Cassie begins, clearing her face of tears with her long sleeves and starring up at Amelia and me. "He liked when I cried out with pain. I'm not like you two. I can't hold in my pain. I tried but no matter how many times I struggled to not let out a gasp or a scream, he managed to get it out of me. I know this sounds wrong, but I hope they killed him slowly."
Amelia and I exchange a look but before we can say anything more, a knock at the door puts us all in a panic. Automatically my position changes, along with girls. We face the door, continuing to kneel and bow out heads like we have been shown. Small white clogs stop right before us and I look up to see three small older women dressed in matching teal scrubs.
"It's alright girls. We do not expect you to kneel for us or anyone here. You can call me nurse Dolores. The two women behind me are nurse Gladys and nurse Becky. We are here to do a physical assessment of your injuries. We will be separating you and taking you to individual rooms." Her voice is soft, but I don't trust them. This could be a trap for someone else to buy us. A ruse to get us to let our guards down.
Why did he leave? Couldn't he see I still needed a master?
One by one the nurses take us out of the room, leading us to individual doors. I spot Cassie going inside hers, looking back at me with conformation. I nod my head and walk inside mine, turning back to spot nurse Dolores holding the door open for another woman and Doctor Olga.
Looking around the room, I recall the last time I was in an exam room such as this. Its white walls and matching countertops mirror the last room I was in that took my shred of dignity, but this one feels different, safer. The large open window that views the outside and through the mountain of snow sitting quietly behind us. The small vibrantly bright yellow curtain placed peacefully against the curtain rod for privacy. Even the three small paintings of birds flying around freely, adds a sense of protection to the room.
"Macey?" I turn and watch as Dr. Olga stands before me with a clipboard and pen in her hands. "Why don't we come and sit, and I will explain everything that is going to happen with you in the next twenty-four hours.
My eyes float towards the nursing staff, setting small white tissue like paper on the patient chair. Panic assaults my nerves as they talk in whispers, while pulling out tool after tool.
"Macey? I want you to focus on my voice and my voice only." I turn back to Doctor Olga, placing my shoulders down and starring at her name bade.
"Macey, I want you to try and look at me in my eyes." My mind is confused but I stare at her eyes observing her controlled posture. It's disrespectful for a slave to act with such ignorance and pride. "Macey, I need you to try and control you breathing, can you do that for me?"
Looking up I nod my head, not realizing I had started one of my panic attacks, something I have not had in a long time.
"Where is Michael?" I ask aloud, slapping my hands to my mouth with fright. My legs give out as I atomically kneel and heed my punishment, but no harsh hands consume my body. No hands pull at my hair or first connects with my face.
"Macey, it's alright to have questions. I swear you will not be punished any longer. We are only here to help."
Doctor Olga walks over to a small bench like padded chair, sitting along the far back wall of the room. I stand and join her, shaking with anxiety of what could still be coming.
"I know you are afraid, and it's perfectly normal to be afraid, but this is a safe place for you. The exam room we are in is a necessary hiccup so that we can learn if you have any internal scarring or damage. It will be uncomfortable, but I promise you, I will not leave your side."
I stare at her with disbelief but nod my head so that I show no disrespect. Master Phillipe has taught us that some manipulate because they enjoy the scared and frightful look of the slave before consuming them. Michael has already left, meaning this woman could easily leave me as well.
"Good, after that we will talk more, and I will answer any questions you may have for me." Another nod from me and she stands leading me to the chair.
I count every moment by each second that passes. I was trained to withstand pain, withstand and ignore my bodies desire to run from it, but to stand there, having them ask question after question, all while starring into my eyes with looks of pity, is more painful than anything I have been through.
Shameful.
I feel nothing but shame.
"I want you to feel comfortable here Macey." I turn in my seat and address Olga. Shortly after the examination, she brought me to another room, somewhat close to the one Cassie, Amelia and I were in earlier. "I want to ask you a series of questions, would that be alright."
Nodding my head, I shift in my padded chair, sitting directly across from Olga. She hasn't explained what they need from me or why I am here, but since her position is that of some kind of shrink, I can narrow down my guesses.
"Can you tell me your name?" Pulling out her glasses from a small black case, she places them atop her head, then pulls out some kind of tablet next. Once her eyes are back on mine she gives me an expressionless look.
"Macey." Why is she asking questions she already knows the answer to? Is this is a test? What if she is prepping me for a new master?
"Can you tell me your whole name?" My eyebrows narrow at her absurd question. "Macey, do you remember where you were born?"
This time I shake my head, hating her questions more and more. Is this what Mike was referring to? He told me these doctors hold my fate. Am I supposed to be answering the way someone outside of my 'conditioning' as he called it, would respond?
"Macey, you were born Whitney Donaldson. Your mother and father are Orlando and Claudia. You were taken four years ago from your prom, just outside of your high school. You were only seventeen years old."
Why is she speaking so fast?
Mother and father?
Prom?
Small images appear in the back of my mind like some kind of hazy dream, but I push them down. Memories make you weak, they make you unable to perform your tasks.
"Macey, I wish to help you. I want you to be able to feel whole once again, but I can't do anything without a sort of promise from you. Do you want to be helped?"
I look down, pushing back the emotions this segment of speaking is bringing out of me. My hands are what I focus on as a new wave of pain ignites within my chest. My breathing becomes heavier and my body shakes as I repeat my mantra in my head over and over again.
I am my master's pet.
I am my master's pet.
"Very well. I will give you a few minutes to yourself. Your parents will be flying in in the next few hours, but we won't bring them in until you are ready."
My head shoots up, starring at Doctor Olga as she makes her way to the door, opens it and walks out, letting it shut quietly behind her.
My parents?
Coming here?
No!
I shoot out of my seat, running over to the door and banging against it. I check the knob but it's locked. I'm trapped. Banging on the door again I let out screams, cursing in a language they can never understand and fall to the ground where I weep away the tears I was never allowed before.
My life is once again changing, and I am truly alone.
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