Page 44 of Savage Protector

Chapter Nineteen

Isabella

On the tenth day of my captivity everything began to change. The beatings decreased and I met the nun, the name I’d come to call the woman who took care of me since I had no idea what her real name was. However, she wore a drab dress that reminded me of a nun’s habit so that is what she became to me.

She came first thing in the morning to groom me and was the last person I saw before lights out. She controlled when and what I ate and selected the clothes I wore for Marco when he visited my room.

That first night she also brought me a new kind of peace.

When she first entered my room, I noticed she had what looked to be a medical kit in her hands.

“What are you doing here?” I wasn’t expecting anyone until morning. She glared at me without saying a word. Instead she lifted the small box in her hand and began unpacking it on the chair next to my bed.

First she withdrew a long thin rubber tube, cotton balls, and a small foil package. Those contents alone made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. But when she emerged with a small vial of clear liquid and a plastic wrapped syringe, I took several steps back.

“What are you doing?” I asked, although I didn’t need to. It was obvious what her intentions were.

When she said nothing and simply tilted her head towards the bed, I shook my head in denial. Whatever drug she had I wanted no part of it.

My refusal to cooperate didn’t seem to faze her at first. In fact, she stood there with a mask so firmly fitted across her face I had no hope of detecting a minutiae of emotion, if it even existed. But my fear of being drugged to death proved a powerful motivator as I stubbornly refused to give in.

Eventually she grew tired of waiting and she left the room leaving her drugs and drug paraphernalia behind to frighten me. I was about to investigate when the door slammed open and a guard barged through with the small old woman in tow.

“Get on the bed and do as you’re told,” he barked, making me jump. By then my arms and legs were trembling and fresh tears were streaking down my cheeks.

I started to ask myself what more could they do to me before I broke, but that question died instantly when the guard grabbed my arm and hauled me to the bed. He shoved me on my back and leaned over my body pressing me into the mattress.

“I bet if you stop following orders, the boss will finally let the rest of us have a go at you. I’m dying to know what makes your pussy so special. Why is it only the boss comes in here, while the rest of the girls get fucked by anyone who wants them?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block him out, but his putrid breath bathed my face with every new word out of his mouth. I had to fight not to gag.

“I bet you’re tight,” he continued.

Fear so thick it blocked my airways made it impossible to fight. I didn’t think I could survive that kind of attack.

“I’d like to split you open with my dick and find out once and for all.”

My stomach heaved and bile rose in my throat. I was about to throw up when he suddenly heaved from the bed and walked across the room. “She gives you any more trouble come find me.”

At the sound of the door shutting, I opened my eyes and found the woman back at my bedside with the rubber tube in her hands. Despair surged through me. Was this it? Had Marco decided I was more trouble than I was worth and he wanted me gone?

“You don’t have to do this,” I begged. “I promise I won’t fight anymore.”

She shook her head and frowned, but I had no idea what that meant as she wrapped that piece of rubber around my bicep and knotted it tight.

I shrank into my mind as she continued while the horror of what was about to happen warred with escape. Maybe death was the answer after all. I hadn’t planned it, but I’d definitely considered it. Maybe dying would finally bring the peace and quiet I craved.

By the time the needle pricked my arm I was no longer scared. Resignation had replaced fear. Finally an escape.

But instead of death, I was given a rush of euphoria and calm that temporarily made all my dreams come true. Or so I thought.

I certainly didn’t care the next time Marco came to my room with his belt. Nor did I care that I was now tied to the bed, unable to move let alone fight. Not even the guard who desperately wanted to hurt me fazed me again.

My days became solely about the nun and her visits to my room.

From that moment on there wasn’t anything I did for myself that wasn’t directed by the mute nun. The cold-hearted and very closemouthed woman who refused to speak to me no matter how hard I tried to get her to talk.

The flicker of hope that flared to life inside of me the first day she came into my room quickly died. Her taciturn care became a new kind of torment as I breathlessly waited for more of the drugs that I desperately craved.

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