4. The Old Me!

Emerald's POV 

I woke up on the floor, covered in a bedsheet. It's cold and I don't have a bed. He has taken me out of the basement, but I am still being provided with the basement facilities. 

I don't have a bed, I don't have an air conditioner or a heater, and this room is empty like a jail. Thankfully, it has a good washroom and mirror, surprisingly!

It's been a week and I have recovered from my weakness. My body has gained good weight and I am no longer looking like a dead body. I don't know how my body changed within a week after suffering for so long but this is not what really bothers me. 

I got up from the floor and stood by the window, it's barred and locked, but at least I can see the world outside. Egon has made sure that I don't get the basic facilities like a bed and going out, looks like this is his new way to punish me. 

He hasn't been here since that day, and he has never given me such a long break. It means he is planning something big, and the thought of that is churning my stomach. I have never feared anyone so much in my whole life. What has he done to me? Or what have I done to myself? 

Now, when I look in the mirror, I don't believe that I am the same woman. She died, I don't see that fire anymore, where is the viciousness? Did Egon really kill that woman as he promised? 

I caught a glimpse of Egon, he was indulging in his martial arts. His body cut through the air like a sword. He is the most powerful mafia present in the dark world right now, psycho and vicious as he could be and I am his biggest enemy who dared to mess with him. The only woman who stood in front of the man who had an army of martial artists, and he was the master. So powerful and dangerous that even old mafia kings refuse to mess with him. 

Egon has made his image like that, built a man in his prime with extremely attractive features and powers, he is the desire of every woman and why not? He is the most handsome man I have ever seen, built like a mountain, eyes like an ash, sharp features and the confidence in his eyes is attractive. He is secretive, a silent man who is alluring. 

Other women might get snatched by these things but I won't because I know that he is a death in human form. The last thing anyone would want is Egon's wrath, and look at me, I am blessed with all his hate and anger. He hates me with his life, he will kill himself, but would never stop me hating and why not? He has a reason. 

He stopped in his place, his body was covered in sweat under the harsh winter, which shows how long he was working out. He was red, and his breathing was heavy; his back muscles moved with each breath. I was watching him until his back was facing me, and then suddenly he turned his head towards my window. I froze for a minute, his eyes caught me like I was trying to break through the window to escape, he wasn't looking at me angrily, in fact, those grey orbs were blank, but still, he raised the storm of anxiety and fear in my stomach. I am sure I am looking like a rabbit caught in an eagle's claws. 

I looked down and hid behind the curtain, it's still hard to make eye contact with him. It feels like he will snatch my soul anytime just with his one look. I could feel my legs getting numb due to nervousness, yet I refused to sit. Why? I don't know. Stubbornness is in my blood, even after knowing that this stubbornness has landed me in Egon's clutches. 

I could feel myself getting frustrated due to overthinking, so many things could have been done right. I had so many chances to fix and win things, but I couldn't, I failed, and it's so shameful. 

I was cursing myself when the lady doctor entered inside, this woman doesn't even have manners to knock or she simply doesn't give a fuck anymore. People have forgotten who I am or maybe who I was. 

She is Egon's family doctor, of course, she wouldn't respect me, and I swear I want to kill her for that. Not now but some other day for sure.

She looked back and the maid, Layla, entered, who always comes with the doctor. I was still standing in my place.

The doctor looked at me, her forehead was sweating while wearing her gloves. Little fear is still there and to be honest, it's giving me more satisfaction and good health than her medicine. 

She visibly gulped before looking at me.

"Please have a seat!"

"Where? I don't see any seat here!"

I mocked her, this room is fucking empty. 

She grabbed the syringe with shaky hands. Looks like it's her unlucky day, every day she was checking on me when I was asleep, to her bad luck I am awake today and she is not able to hide her fear. 

She stepped towards me and I looked at the syringe. Devil knows what she is injecting me with every day, I feel so sleepy after that. Are they trying new drugs on me or what? Egon can do that; his mind is brutal, more than that. 

There is no way I am letting her inject that in me when I am awake. 

"What is this?"

I asked as she got closer, she didn't answer and that was enough to bring back the glimpse of old me. I don't like it when people don't answer me. 

She grabbed my hand to inject me, but didn't expect me to snatch the syringe from her as smoothly as she could imagine; her face turned horrified when I swirled it between my fingers.

"I asked you something, Doc... You are educated to understand English, aren't you?"

She stepped back in fear when I stepped towards her. 

"I asked you something!"

My eyes made a deep frown which left soft waves of pain in my temple. 

"You are not my boss and you are no longer a queen... I am doing what I have been told to do."

Her answer wasn't confident and I love it when people tremble in front of me. 

"It's my body, I have the right to know what you are doing to me... If not, then I have to find out...."

She kept going back until her back touched the wall, we crossed the room. 

"I have to find out, by injecting it in you."

I smirked, and her face drained the colour; she was already pale.

Layla panicked and ran away. 

I was about to stab her with her syringe but then I saw his huge figure at the door with my peripheral vision, I froze in my place. All anger, frustration and hate flew out of the barred window when his presence became unknown. Now it was I who was shaking, I didn't dare to look at him because I knew it was not going to end up any good for me. 

I fucked up, again! 

Syringe dropped from my numb hands as he stepped towards me, my blood ran cold. His scent dominated the room just with his one step, and it made me breathe in panic.

The doctor stepped back and Egon stepped between us, shielding her from me. I clutched my dress tightly as my body started trembling. 

My neck started hurting from looking down so stiffly, I'll take that pain, but not the one which comes after looking into his eyes. 

He was still shirtless. Layla must have informed him about it during his training. 

The crazy woman in me took the back seat, she is no longer strong enough to stand against Egon. 

He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look up. The look in his eyes almost knocked the soul out of my body.

I am fucked for good!