Page 5 of My Little Doe
I pulled myself to sit up, and everything in my vision went blurry. Stars darted around. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt as though I was about to pass out. Chloroform, maybe, which would explain why I felt so turned around. The dizziness started to subside, and I opened my eyes again. I could hear whispering outside the door, but I couldn’t make out everything that was said.
I rolled off the bed and started to crawl toward the door. I tried to be as quiet as I could, afraid to stand and possibly pass out.
“She’s carrying the next…” an older voice said.
“And you expect me to fucking babysit?” the deep voice said.
“It’s an easy task,” a third voice said.
“Yeah, for an Umbra,” the deep voice said.
“You’ll do what I demand of you, Quinnlyn,” said the older voice.
“Hmm, as the boss demands, then,” Quinnlyn said.
“I do demand it; it would make it easier if you didn’t fight every decision I ask of you,” the older voice said.
“If Daxyn didn’t put his dick wherever he wanted, this wouldn’t be an issue,” Quinnlyn said.
“Tsk. Tsk,” the other voice said, just as I heard a loud impact, skin against skin. My entire body jerked. My hands started trembling. Salt touched my lips. Tears. I hadn’t felt them fall.
“Your temper will be the end of you, Ravik,” Quinnlyn said. “Anyway, I shall watch the girl until you figure out what we’re doing here.”
Within a few seconds, footsteps faded off into the distance. I pulled myself to a stand, but I wasn’t tall enough to see out of the barred window.
“Hello?” I finally mustered the courage to get out.
“Mmm,” he said.
“Why… why am I… here?” I stuttered out.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Quinnlyn said. I wasn’t sure if that was who stood outside my door until he spoke. His voice was much different than the other two males.
“No. I’m a nobody. My family doesn't have money for a ransom; we’re barely surviving.”
“This isn’t about money. Just be quiet and sit in your cell.”
“What am I going to eat? What if I need to use the bathroom?”
“There is a toilet in the corner. Food will be brought when it’s brought. Now leave me the fuck alone,” he said.
I walked back to the mattress on the floor. There was a small blanket folded on the end. In the darkest corner of the room, I made out the shape of the toilet. It was part of the room, not its own space. I grabbed the blanket, laid down on my side, pulling my knees to my chest, and the blanket over my legs and up to my chin. Tears rolled onto my cheek and across my nose and onto the mattress. I drifted off to sleep.
“Wake the fuck up, girl.”
My eyes fluttered open. It was still light outside, but I couldn't tell what time it was. I didn’t think I’d slept more than a few hours. I quickly sat up and pulled myself against the wall. I squinted, trying to focus on who was in the room with me.
He stood six foot even, staring at me with furrowed brows. He had dark brown hair and stubble all over his face.
“Can I go home?” I pleaded with him, breaking the silence.
He huffed at me. “Never.”
“Please, I have to take care of my sister. I’m all she has—”
“You have a parent,” he said, annoyance lacing his tone.
“Yeah… she may have birthed us, but she… it doesn’t matter. I need to go home, please. I won’t tell anyone. You’re mistaken,” I pleaded to him.
