My house is so cold. And It'll get worse now, thanks to Alex having to bust the door down because they took my keys, too. So much to do…

A soft mewl of annoyance came from my throat as I pressed my palms into the sockets of my eyes. Night had turned to day and my home had turned to a dusty wreck. There was hardly anything left. They took all my belongings. There's just rooms now. So much to do.

Alex stood expressionless, watching me. I sniffle quietly and straighten out. I'll probably die in a few years. I should abuse this opportunity to have power over him. "Alex. This is an order. Take me into town." Alex continued to stare at me for a while before he answered.

"It is four in the morning. Nothing will be open until six hours. If you'd allow me to suggest so, sleep for a while."

I stare back at the omnious man with heavy eyes. He's right. I wasn't thinking. I would have to wait until I could begin reconstructing the interior of my home.

Apart of me wanted to see a more human side of Alex. The other side of me was terrified. I really wanted that side to go away. My fate now was inevitable. I don't want to live in regret for my last remaining years.

Approaching him, I felt my nasal burn and instinctively my hand flew up to pinch my ethnoid. I placed my forehead on his chest and whined random crap to him. "They've ruined me… They took all I have… All I have is this fucking contract… all I have is a brother that wants me dead and parents who don't care… I don't even have food… I'm as good as dead."

"Maybe I should begin eating you now, then."

Stiffened. I felt the chuckle in his chest. I look up at him apprehensively.

So Alex laughs; and smirks too. Because my torment amuses him? Because he thinks its funny I'm legally non-existent?

"Precisely."

"Did I not tell you to get out of my mind?!" I'm screaming at this point, clutching the roots of my hair and ripping them up of their pores slightly. My fingers trap some blood, but I don't react. This is a usual habit. The shorter length of my hair now just makes it a little annoying as there isn't much to grab.

He chuckles again and I shove away from him. He's a filthy demon. He doesn't care about me at all. He's just hungry.

A nailed hands protrude from behind me in the corners of my vision. Trying to contain my anger, my shoulders shudder beneath his arms. Then like a snake and its prey, his arms snap around me and ensnare me to his body. It's strange. He could be killing me, yet I don't exactly feel fear. My arms drop from my face and I let myself limpen in his grip. I watch him lazily from the crook of his arm and he stares right back, smirking; the same, cruel smirk from earlier. A trapped breath resonates in my throat and comes out as a singular grudge. His other arm begins to move and his hand wanders to my abdomen. His fingers claw softly at my medical smock. If my body was a diagram of a charka indicator, that would be where my solar plexus would be. My soul.

"You're rather cute when you're upset," he chuckled. "And vulnerable. Not that you wasn't anyway, what with you being not all there… your mind is weak. I can taste your soul in the air…" I shudder and swallow. I feel like a rabbit that's just had its neck ringed, laying against him, motionless. Even if I try, I can only move my eye balls and twitch my fingers. I can't even really speak.

What are you doing to me?

I'm teaching you a lesson.

A lesson?

're going to play house for quite a while, mistress, but make no mistake. I shall abide to our contract and serve and protect you to the very last inch of my being-

But the reality of it is that I am the slave of you and will always be your prey.

I finished his thoughs with a vemonous tone. I didn't like being in this paralysis. Like I was on his web. All he really done was stare at me with that terrorising grin.

Let me go…

From his sterdy arm to the floor, I scatter across the ground. Small pants come from my mouth and I have lost strength in my limbs to hoist myself up right. It was a struggle but I managed it. I feel as though I have lost a lot of blood, and my shoulder blade itched furiously like a spiders bite or something. I sit silently for a while itching my mark, sniffing and rubbing my eye in my shoulder. I can hear his footsteps approaching me from behind and I pick myself up as quickly as I can. I let him come closer before I slap him sharp across the face. "Why did you do that to me, you bastard?"

"I told you." He was stoic as ever. "I was teaching you a lesson. Stay afraid of me. Wish not for me to show you any affection or kindness. Expect me to do anything for you. And expect me to let anything harm you." His hand took my chin firmly, but didn't pull me. "However. Expect it is for my own sake. I shall make one hell of a feast out of you… Don't let the thought entertain you that I want anything else."

I understand now. He's trying to tell me that he can take my soul whenever he wants. It's only out of favour to let me grow more mad so I acquire a better flavour that he uses this 'contract'. Like wine… That's all I am. Just food.

"I must say," I tug my chin out of his grip. "You have terrible dinner manners. Playing with your food like this… You could atleast make me look pretty before you dig in." He smirks again.

"You need some sleep, don't you, mistress?" He recollected the past discussion.

I nod and he leads me to my once upon a time room, shredding his coat of the attire he wore to be a doctor and folded it few times to create a make shift pillow for me. I lay on the floor and place my head on his coat, listening to his rummaging, thinking nothing of it. I was startled when I felt a hand wrap around my ankle though. What now?

When I look at him, he's holding a pair of small scissors. He's staring at my crotch, and somehow I've seen a scene like this before in the hospital. I sit, and push myself away into the corner of the room. He follows me and I kick him away. "What the hell?!"

He sighs and places a hand on my knee. "Just a moment, please." The hand which bearded the small scissors were at my loins, and I could feel his finger push against my labia to expose my volva. The scissors found their way to my uterus and snipped the thread that kept it sewen together. Before I could even kick him in the bollocks, it was done, and he was washing his hands in an antiseptic.

"Terribly sorry for the indecensy," He sung. "It looked as though it was causing discomfort."

His roughness left me with a watering eye, cooped up in the corner. I wipe my eye and watch him with uncertainty. He comes back to me, and kneels beside me. I find my place back on the ground with my head on his coat again, and supress the urge to question what had just happened. She was thankful that she could be free of the discomfort now. It felt good that her body was correctly shaped after a few months and that menstruation wouldn't be as difficult now. But it wasn't appropriate, naturally. So I stay silent and close my eyes. Slumber came to me quickly. And for six hours, I was free of fear, and my constant headache seemed to shut down. I was scared. But so safe. "Thanks…" was all I recollected saying before I left reality in my dreams.