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Chapter Two

She could handle this. She was just talking to a doctor—no, she corrected herself, a psychologist— about herself. Her family, her life, her thoughts, her dreams, her sexual desires, everything and anything they wanted on a platter from her. And she would just sit there for the first thirty minutes of the hour and pick at the skin around her nails. Then, something would be mentioned and she would make conversation. That satisfied them. At least, for a while.

When she became more unresponsive and only talked when her session was near ending, they were getting impatient, she could tell. They would try to bring up parts of her past they talked about. About why she was so afraid of men, why she didn't trust them save for two, both family members. They even urged her to talk about any possible love interests in the ward. That's when she stopped talking about anything.

Then they had the brilliant idea of getting a group of patients together for therapy. If she hadn't had her pocket knife confiscated, she would be trying to slit something right about then.

She wished she had when they placed her next to the Dutch brunette. She kept scowling and wouldn't meet anyone's eyes. When it was her turn to share, it was no wonder why she was so out of the loop.

"Anina?"

"Mm?" she snapped her head up to meet the eyes of the female group leader.

"Do you have anything to add concerning the subject of phobias of certain people?"

"Not…not really, ma'am." She looked at the floor again. "Who has the phobia?"

"Well, Lars—"

"It's not a phobia, it's a hate," the brunette Dutchman next to her snarled. "It's much different."

"But it still forms because of a fear—"

"It's not!"

"Alright…Lars. Please use your inside voice."

"Ja, ja…" he sighed. "Anyway, it's a hatred of the Spanish."

"Why the Spanish?" Anina asked curiously.

"Why not?" he glanced down at her. "They're idiotic, smiling bastards who take so much and give so little. They're selfish and ruthless. They only want what you have to give and that's all. They cheat and lie and—"

"That's enough, Lars."

He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, looking satisfied.

"Now, on the topic of genders… How do you feel about them?"

The question was not directed to her, but Anina felt the need to respond almost automatically.

"Men are vile and disgusting, only wanting to fulfill their own needs, never caring for at what it costs for the others."

The room went silent for a moment.

"And why do you feel this, Anina?" the group leader asked gently.

"Because that's how it is! The forced marriages, the rape, the history of everything having to be a man's way and holding down women, and just making them submissive." She scoffed and crossed her arms tightly. "I hate them."

"Hate is such a strong—"

Anina raised her head and stared the leader directly in the eyes.

"I hate them."

The room went silent yet again.

"Oh…w-well, does anyone else have any views?" She eyed the rest of the group cautiously.

Lars raised his hand.

"Please keep it appropriate, Mr. de Jager."

"Sure, whatever." He shrugged before continuing. "Now, what I think about gender?" he sneaked a glance over to Anina before continuing. "I think the women, or girls rather, are beautiful. They have a lot to offer comfort wise as well as visually. They're the perfect caretakers, but I don't limit them to that. They can be warriors too, and real mean, if they wanna. They can also change fast. But I prefer the innocence they have at some points. It's…so rare these days, y'know? Especially in the upcoming generation. I'd kill for a girl with all that. But most are either out of my reach or too protected."

"I see—"

"Is that also a sexual preference?" Anina interrupted. "You want someone really young to fuck, then throw away, preferably someone naïve and pure?"

He chuckled, a little more than amused at her answer. Anina gulped, slightly scared. She hadn't expected that.

"No, no. You misunderstand, kleintje." He turned toward her and raised her chin with his hand. "I don't throw them away. I love them as long as they love me. Sometimes even more." He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

The other patients in the group started to chatter quietly to each other.

"Lars, you can't just—" the group leader was cut off yet again.

"I will snap your neck, you fucker," Anina said softly, as if she was complying with his actions. "Touch somewhere else and see."

Lars just smirked. "I've had worse." He snaked his hand to her hip, letting it stay there.

Anina went silent, making the whole room go silent as well. She gave a small smile, more on the deranged side than anything else, before digging her fingers into his sides and forcing herself out of his grip. He was startled for a moment, giving her time to yank him by his hair to the floor, making him land on his back. She quickly straddled his chest and let loose a flurry of punches, fast but not enough to cause permanent damage, more like a warning.

Meanwhile, the other patients laughed and hollered, clearly enjoying the show. The group leader had lost control after a few minutes, and unable to break the two on the floor apart, she called in the staff meant to deal with situations like these. Soon, the two were broken apart. Lars had received a bloody nose along with a swollen lip and various facial bruises and other small injuries. Anina had come off clean, besides her now slightly bruised and bloody knuckles.

"I told you not to touch me, you fucker!" she half giggled-half snarled. "I fucking told you!"

She laughed as the staff pulled her away to be calmed; though she kept laughing as the rest of the patients were taken to their respective cells and Lars was treated for his wounds.

ooOoo

She wasn't able to sleep that night, still high with adrenaline. She faced the wall, staring at the smooth white paint, until she heard a sound from her air vent. Anina rolled off her bed to the floor, and peered into it. While it was in the wall, she didn't think she could have anything come into it, except air, right?

"Hey…" a voice whispered into it.

Apparently, she was wrong. She blinked and stayed silent.

Well, this is weird, she thought. I don't normally hear voices.

"Hey…" the voice whispered again more urgently. "It's me, Natalia."

Anina's heart instantly jumped into her throat. Natalia. Natalia Arlovskya. The girl she watched nonstop, hoping for recognition. The one girl in here she wanted to touch and kiss. The only girl here she wanted to gaze upon her with the same eyes she gazed upon her own brother in her incestuous infatuation. She was talking to her. Anina truly hoped she wasn't knocked out right now from her medicine.

"Y-yeah?" She finally found her voice. "I know you. What is it?"

Scoffing could be heard. "What iz it? Is zat any way to talk to anozer lady?"

"Sorry, I mean, why are you contacting me?" she bit back the urge to be sarcastic. She wanted to hear more of her accent. It sounded Russian, but something else, too. Maybe just Slavic?

"Your…performance in zhe group today."

"Yes?"

"I enjoyed it."

Her cheeks flushed at the thought of Natalia being there during her group session. Was she really there? She never paid much attention… Then realization hit. If she had been there, it meant she had seen Lars touching her and talking to her in such a way that would insinuate things…then…oh. She liked that she had beaten him. Anina's lips curved into a small smile.

"I'm glad," she replied breathily.

"It's been the only zhing of real interest here zince your last outburst. The only zhing that can take my attention away from my dear brat, strangely enough." Anina could nearly hear the hint of a smile in her voice. "You're interesting. I enjoy your presence."

"T-thank you." A compliment…she could explode.

"Ve must meet vhen ve bathe next time. I inzist."

If she was one of those girls that squealed, and she was most certainly not, Anina would have. But, the next bathing time… tomorrow morning. So far, yet so close.

"In which part?"

"The tubs, naturally. Then, aftervards, let's talk more, da?"

"Ja."

"Good. I vill be zeeing you tomorrow."

"Goodnight."

There was no reply, just silence. She sighed and flopped onto her bed.

I can't keep up a consistent accent with Natalia, so it might be different sometimes. It also gets more mature from here, hence the rating, mostly with more sex and violence.