Part two!

Part two.

"How is my Bambolina doing?" A strange yet soft, very unique baritone of a person asked mildly from behind me. This voice was certainly new.

I jumped not having seen another new stranger coming to me as I swirled around to face him.

Although, even in the past few months since I had been brought here, I still could not come to fathom the exact meaning of the word 'Bambolina' which they all seemed to utter very nonchalantly at me.

Was the language Italian or Spanish? And why exactly did they use so many endearments on me?

I always ended up wondering at last.

"How have you been feeling, little one?" His gentle voice startled me for no apparent reason. Perhaps because I had seen him for the first time here since I had been brought for quite a few months.

Nevertheless, the first thing I noticed was the tallness of the person standing before me. He was tall, too tall, maybe over six-foot or even more, I couldn't tell, exactly. After, what astounded me the most were his e