Bad Blood

Riccardo came back into the room, carrying as much food as he could handle, and kicked the door shut behind him. It was all canned and made to be cooked, but unfortunately right now they didn't have that luxury, and couldn't exactly ask for much. He saw Fiona sitting on the edge of the operating table, and dropped the cans of food in a cloth bag hanging on one side of the room.

"I need to go to the bathroom," said Fiona irritably as Riccardo walked to the door with the key. He sighed, and beckoned her.

"All right, but I'll have to escort you. We wouldn't want you trying to escape."

"Of course not," Fiona said callously, but he knew she was grateful for the food. He thought he noticed her being at least a little less cold to him after he'd brought her her dog, although he knew she was still angry he'd made the other girl leave. He still had no idea how she'd gotten here, if she was who he thought she was. And he had been surprised that she'd been so compliant... but after all, she was right, he hadsaved her life. But if she was here, she was here for a reason, and Riccardo didn't want to know what it was. Although he wouldn't tell Fiona, he did feel a little bad about making her leave... but he knew it had to be done.

Fiona stood and came to the door, Hewie close behind her. Riccardo stepped out ahead of her, seeing that she closed it behind her, and told her to wait, walking up the short flight of stairs and looking down the hallway, first left, then right. It was clear. He told her quietly to follow him, and headed for the bathroom down the hall, keeping a close watch on her.

Fiona would have tried to make a break for it then and there if it weren't for the other girl, Daniella, being trapped in here with her. Fiona wanted to make sure that she was okay, because she really felt bad for her. But the truth of the matter was she really did have to pee, it wasn't a ruse, and besides, she knew Riccardo was watching her like a hawk, turning his head every few seconds to make sure she was close behind. He appeared very nervous, as if he feared being discovered by someone. Finally, he stopped at a door on the other side of the hall, and motioned with his hand.

"Make it quick," he said, standing guard outside.

She scowled at him, and walked into the restroom with Hewie. She knew that if she couldn't run away, the next best thing would be to give Riccardo no satisfaction, to keep hating him. All he wanted was to fuck her as far as she was concerned, and she couldn't stop him, but she could do the next best thing and just lie there like a dead fish, making sure he got as little pleasure as possible out of it. She closed the door to the stall, telling Hewie to wait outside, pulling down her skirt, and sat down.

Fiona hadn't exactly been the most virtuous girl in high school, so at least he hadn't taken her virginity on that night... but that hardly changed anything. Still, she hated that man with a passion. He'd brought Hewie back to her, probably hoping to get some sort of gratitude out of her... but she could never forgive him. Once she was finished, she left the stall, washed her hands, and called Hewie to her side as she left the bathroom, Riccardo standing just where she'd left him.

"Quick enough?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Come on," he ordered her, grabbing her arm and taking her back to the doorway of the operating room. He unlocked the door and opened it, ushering Fiona and Hewie inside, then locked the door once more when they were all inside. She glowered at him.

"So how long do you expect to keep me cooped up in this one room?" she asked, "I don't see why I can't go anywhere else in the house."

"You won't be safe out there, Fiona," he replied, walking toward her.

"Oh, is that it? Since when did you give a rat's ass about my safety?" Fiona felt herself reaching her boiling point. "It's just because you think I'll try and escape, isn't it? You've never cared about me!"

Riccardo just stood there, smiling as a parent smiles at a naive child. "That's not true, Fiona."

This infuriated her even more, and she slapped him across the face. "Not true? Don't you look at me like that! You cared about me enough to murder my family, is that it? You cared about me enough to rape and kidnap me?"

Riccardo held the spot where she had slapped him, his eyes now burning. Fiona saw that she had gone too far. "I don't want to hurt you, Fiona...", he hissed at her, "But I will if you ever hit me again." He stayed silent for a moment, then turned away from her.

"I cared about you enough to save you from Lorenzo. He would have killed you. If you don't like me, go ahead, hate me. But at least understand that."

Fiona could have laughed. How could he pretend to be sincere after all he'd put her through?

"I don't care," she said softly, sitting back down on the bed, staring angrily at her feet. Hewie padded over, nuzzling her hand, trying to get her out of her bad mood. She pet the fur on his head absently, thinking. She hoped Daniella would be all right...