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Yeah, that was never good.
I just wasn't sure I cared anymore.
"No, I won't go."
God, it felt so good to say that.
"You will do what you are told."
I shook my head. "I'm done listening to you. You've never cared about what I wanted or what I think. So, why should I care about you say?"
My mother's eyes narrowed. It wasn't a good look on her. Isabella Rossi had spent a lot of my father's money to retain her good looks, and I had to admit, it worked. She didn't look a day over thirty, which was about fifteen years younger than she actually was.
She snapped her fingers.
I jolted and leapt up when two guards rushed into the room and right for me, darting toward the bathroom. They caught me just as I grabbed the door handle.
I cried out as I was dragged down to the floor and pinned there by a massive weight on my back, legs, and arms. The only thing I could move was my head.
And I wished I hadn't when I saw my mother walking toward me with a syringe in her hand.
"You've only brought this on yourself, Nicolas."
I screamed as she shot the clear liquid into my arm. Almost immediately, it began to burn like lava was shooting through my veins.
"Give it five minutes to take effect and then get him cleaned up and into his tuxedo," my mother ordered. "He needs to be ready to go in an hour."
"Yes, ma'am."
I tried to resist when the guards stripped me of my clothes, but I couldn't get my arms and legs to do what I wanted them to do. It didn't help that everything had a fuzzy hue to it and I felt as if my head was filled with cotton, the room spinning around me.
When I was lifted up, I felt like I was floating on a cloud. That quickly ended when I was set down on the cold tiles of the shower stall. When the water from the hand held shower was sprayed on me, I shivered. They hadn't even waited for it to warm up. The water was frigid.
"Go get his stuff ready," one of the guards stated. "I'll finish cleaning him up."
"Hey, we're just supposed to be cleaning him up and getting him dressed, so no funny business," the other guard said.
The first guard snorted. "Like he's going to remember any of this. He's so stoned out of his gourd right now, he doesn't even know what day it is."
"Just knock it off. I don't want to get fired."
"Fine."
I whimpered when he got closer with the spray nozzle and started washing me over. The water was chilly and he was close enough to make it actually hurt.
The guard snickered as he turned the spray to my groin area. "You're not always going to be this lucky, little Nicolas. I'll get you alone at some point and no one will believe you if you cry foul. Everyone knows you lie."
With my head as foggy as it was, it was hard to understand what he was saying, but I knew it was a threat. I knew if this man got me alone, I wouldn't be able to fight him off and I doubted anyone would help me, or believe me. He was right about that.
Leaving this world was looking better and better.
As soon as I was all rinsed off, the guard grabbed a towel and began wiping me down. My skin crawled every time his bare hand touched me, which seemed way too many times.
When he jerked me up, his hand slid down over my ass. Tears sprang to my eyes at my inability to stop him when he started to slide his finger between my ass cheeks. No one had touched me there ever. I didn't want my first time to be this monster.
"Steve, knock it off," the other guard snapped as he walked into the bathroom. "Mrs. Rossi is going to be up any minute to make sure he's dressed. I refuse to explain to her why he isn't."
"Fine."
