C10 THE WHITE ROOM

Maliya POV

When I woke up again, there was no tube in my mouth. The beeping was lower than before, but the pain was still there. I tried to control myself from wincing as I slowly opened my eyes.

Everything was a haze as my eyes adjusted to the light. The first thing I saw was a tall box beside me, a green line moving up and down.

Looking down, I could see something clipping my finger and tubes in my arm. Then, I looked around to see that I was in a pure white room.

There was a thin blanket that rested over my legs and stomach. Even though it looked like two sheets were under it, I was freezing. I slowly lifted my head and winced, trying to control my breathing. After a moment, I sat up on the bed.

My hands fell on my sides as I felt the heavy bandages over my skin. One on my hip, on my legs, on my arms, everywhere. Slowly, I leaned back and looked at the cube that was around my finger.

After lifting the weight twice, I was bored with it. I leaned my head back and winced as I tried to swallow. Pain filled my throat as I leaned against the pillow.

Everything that had happened before was coming back to me. I could remember everything that had happened as I heard the beeping quicken beside me.

Silently, a tear fell from my eye as I closed my eyes, and with a soft movement, I could feel the pain in my core. That wasn't a sick nightmare; that was reality. The twisted and sick reality I was forced to live in. I couldn't remember much after the whipping; I couldn't even remember the Alpha that had been here.

Or was it a dream? What was he talking about, and the other man? My hand reached to touch my head as I looked up to the white ceiling, "Oh, you're up!" A cheerful voice said. I turned around to see a woman dressed in a pink outfit.

She smiled widely as she walked towards my bed. Her light brown hair was in a ponytail, and her wide brown eyes looked into mine. After a moment, she looked away and hid the shock that was spreading on her face. "Do you know who you are?"

Of course, I knew who I was. It has been drilled in my head since I was six years old. I leaned my head since I was six years old. I leaned against the bed and pulled the blanket closer to my body.

The woman nodded and then looked around the room, "Do you know your name? Or do you know where you are?" She asked. Slowly, I nodded and then shook my head. I opened my mouth and then closed it. As I tried to pronounce my name, I could feel spit gather in my mouth, refusing to go down my burning throat.

The woman held a hand out to me and grabbed a rag, wiping my face up, and scrunched her face up once I winced at the burning around my lips.

"Alright, I'm going to call you Jane for the time being, okay?" She asked, I nodded, and she grabbed a chart and wrote it down, "Are you in pain?" She read out loud and looked at me. I only stared at her as if she were asking me why the trees grow leaves.

The woman nodded and opened her mouth,

"I'm going to say yes." She said and winked towards me, "Do you- this is all stupid. Listen, I know you are in pain and you're uncomfortable.

Just nod your head, and I can give you medicine." She said, Slowly, I allowed one nod, and she smiled, "Alright then, I'm going to put you on just a little anesthesia and you should feel better." She said and walked towards the poles beside my bed.

The woman looked at the tubes and took a needle, plugging it into one of the tubes. I watched her, confused, as I felt a cool burn in my arm. She smiled up at me, "You won't feel a thing now. I didn't give you enough to go back to sleep, but enough to numb the pain." She said and touched my forehead, "I'm going to get you some blankets, and when we take you off the anesthesia, we will try to drink and eat something small, alright.

My name is Amanda. If you need anything, all you have to do is press that red button, and I'll be in here." She said and smiled towards me.

She looked at me for a moment and then smiled and walked away. I leaned my head back as 1 listened to the soft noises beside my head. My body felt numb in a matter of minutes.

Everything around me seemed to spin as I watched Amanda place another blanket on me.

She quickly explained some things to me and then left. I leaned against the bed. Liya? I asked, but there was no reply. My time was spent staring at the poles around my bed.

They reminded me of the metal bars that were in the wooden door of my cell. But, they were much cleaner as they shone in the light. Every time I moved my body, I could see a different angle of the room. But it felt like everything was blurry as it moved slowly. My eyes slowly blinked as I looked towards the closed door.

When I opened my eyes again, the door was open. And standing in the doorway was a large body that was slowly walking into the room. The door closed behind the blurry sight of the body as I rested in the bed. My eyes closed as I leaned against the pillow. I did not like this medicine; I did not know what was going on. I didn't know where I was. But I wasn't panicking, which I knew I should be.

Was there a body in the doorway? My eyes quickly went back towards it, and there was no one standing there. A ringing filled my ear, and I noticed I couldn't hear the beeping anymore.

The only thing I could hear was the beating of my heart. Inside, I was screaming that I needed to leave. They were going to find me, the men who took me to the shed. Or worse, my uncle.

Someone could come and get me as these thoughts rushed through my head. My quickened breathing suddenly started to calm down. And even though my head was worrying, my body wasn't. There was no worry in my chest, no rushing heart anymore.

Just warmth and a strange lightness. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Very slowly, I rolled my head and opened my eyes to a very handsome man beside my bed. At first, all I could do was stare at him. His mouth was open, but no words fell from his shocked expression.

Perfect white teeth showed as his tongue rested inside his mouth until he closed his plump lips. He had short black hair that looked as if it had been pushed back multiple times; the dark hair seemed to outline his strong face. His hazel eyes stared down at me, and for a moment, I felt as if I could get lost in his hazel eyes. I tried to remember the color of my own eyes as I watched so many emotions swim in his eyes.

He seemed to be much taller than my uncle or any other man I've met, and he had a wide chest and large arms. He was what I would think an Alpha would look like; the only part of him that didn't match up was the flowers he had in his hand. They were ripped from the root, the only way I knew that was because of the dirt that some still had on them.

The roots were small, but I could see the white stems. The Alpha had on a black cloth jacket that showed a white shirt. The man looked comfortable in his jeans as he set the flowers on a swaying stand. Slowly, he set down flowers on a swaying stand. Slowly, he sat down beside me and watched me. After a moment, I looked away from him.

What is he staring at? I thought to myself as I looked at the metal pole, then looked at my horrible reflection, Oh, right. Me. I looked horrible. I blinked away the worries as I leaned back on the bed and turned towards him.