The Other Face Of Desire - The Rise of Queen Mafia

I feel so weak… the beeps make my head hurt, the smell of cleaning products burns my nose. I try to open my eyes and the light blinds me and makes my eyes hurt "Where am I? What kind of place is this?" are questions that come and go in my mind as I try to fully regain my senses. After getting used to the light, I look around and realize I'm in some kind of hospital room. This makes me even more confused. Wait? I'm sure that big guy who took me from my aunt and uncle's house said I wouldn't survive, so he shouldn't have taken me to a hospital, right? Did they take any organ or part of my body from me? As I wonder, I feel my abdomen and investigate my limbs, noticing that I don't feel any large scars on my skin and realizing that all of my limbs are here. However, when I feel my face, I see that thick bands surround my face. My heart stops beating for a few moments. The thought that they could have worsened my scars, leaving me even more disfigured makes me panic. I start tear

But the doctor is unfazed and removes the needle, letting go of my arm. "Take the blood again, now." "I won't, Connor. And I know you can't kill me, I'm the only one who can take care of your mother." “Okay, you’re right.” Connor goes to the doctor and looks at him threateningly. “I can't do anything to you, but that doesn't stop me from sending someone after the people you love." "I don't have anyone, I'm alone.", the doctor looks back at him, unfazed, "Why do you think I work for people like you? I have nothing to lose. Feed her and ensure I can continue to provide quality care for your mother.” The doctor leaves, Connor snorts and says, turning to me "Don't think you're unlucky, damn you. You're still going to have a terrible life in this house. Come on, get up!" I drag myself, trying to get up. I fall a few times and he continues to stand there, not helping me. I crawl and climb the stairs until I reach the door. I lean on the doorpost and manage to get up. I take a deep

I stay frozen for a few moments, my thoughts are confused, how do I have the same blood type as this Susan? The doctor pushes my chair and puts a tourniquet on my arm, tightening it, then inserts the needle again and collects my blood. “Susan is smart, doctor. She wouldn’t try to do anything stupid right now, with Connor here.” I look at my knees, thoughtfully, then look back at Rita and say: “Yes, Connor is here and there is a big clock with a countdown on my forehead. So I have nothing to lose. Maybe I don't want to suffer the humiliations I've been going through anymore and maybe death isn't so bad for me. Maybe I think breaking up with you, Mistress Rita, is a good idea. Without you, I would no longer have a reason to be alive.” Rita looks at me speechless, the doctor also looks at me. I stand firm, of course I don't intend to kill her, but I want they to understand that I'm not that scared. “Where have you been when you came back with all that attitude? Why aren’t you now b