4 - I Keep Resisting

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 breath and stop for a moment. My legs are so weak and everything is spinning around me.

I look around, trying to find a way to escape and even though I'm weak, I manage to run in the opposite direction.

However, I am soon caught and dragged by the hair.

I struggled, trying to escape.

“Let me go, let me go!”

I scream, but he ignores it and stops at the end of the hallway, throwing me into something that was some kind of bathroom.

The place looked like a common bathroom, with several stalls.

I curled up in the corner, crying. My body is sore and broken... but it's not over.

Connor, that bastard, gets on top of me and starts tearing my clothes.

"No! No, let me go!”, I scream and try to escape, but he was much stronger and only stopped when I was completely naked.

He gets off me as I curl up crying. Will this torment never pass? Will I always be suffering at the hands of others?

“You always knew about my cruelty, because you wanted to provoke me, huh?”

“I’m not that Susan,” I say as I still curl up sitting on the cold tile.

“Shut up, Susan! Her lies don't fool anyone else. Your theater won’t save you.”

At that moment I am hit by a jet of cold water, while he holds a high pressure hose.

I scream and writhe due to the pain of the jet of water hitting my body and the freezing temperature only makes the pain worse.

“Disgusting! You stink! Not even a shower can cover up that rotten smell that exudes from you.”, he says and only after a while does he turn off the water jet.

“If you try to escape, I will have your legs broken. I just need to collect your blood and you don’t need to be walking to do it.”

Some time later he appears with a maid at his side. She had blond hair and her face would be very beautiful, if it weren't for a scar that cut vertically across her eye.

Connor points at me and says to the maid:

“Now she will be your responsibility, you who knew everything she liked, must know how to offer the opposite.”

Connor gives me one last look of disgust and leaves. I manage to relax a little, thinking it's over, but...

“Aaaaaahhhh”, I scream in pain when the damn maid steps on my infected toe.

“Ah, I’m sorry Mrs. Marshall, I didn’t see your foot was in the way.”

She crushes my thumb a little more, and I start to cry in pain:

“I'm not Mrs. Marshall, or that Susan! Please believe me.”

“Believe in you?”, the maid crouches down and faces me, making me look into her white eye. “Believe until you take out my other eye? You’ve got to be kidding me, Susan!”

I cower, silent. Apparently saying that I'm not Susan won't help, what I have to do is find a way to prove the truth.

Cristina threw me some old, tattered clothes, then took me to the kitchen and said that I should turn around and prepare what I was going to eat.

She sat down and watched me with a smug smile.

I took a deep breath and tried to maintain my cool, based on her behavior, Susan probably didn't know how to cook... well, I know how to make some dishes.

I pondered a little and thought that I should pretend that I don't know how to cook and make something really bad, that's the only way she would let me eat. Probably if I cook something good she'll stop me.

I took some vegetables, some canned sausages and made some soup. I put sugar in place of salt, implying that I got it mixed up.

Afterwards, I ate everything grimacing. Yes, it was really bad, but I made choices that healed my body.

The vegetables are light and healthy, the liquid in the soup will hydrate me and the sugar will give me energy. The sodium in the canned sausage will help me recover some minerals. I have to strengthen myself, so that if I have the chance to fight, I have the strength to do so.

After having fun watching me eat bad food, Cristina took me to the common employee bathroom and forced me to wash the toilet bowls with a toothbrush.

“I know you must be having fun with your revenge.”, I say as I continues to scrub the toothbrush, “But have you ever considered the possibility that I'm telling the truth? And that you're playing Susan's game and being just another pawn on her board?”

“Shut up and clean up properly!” she yells at me and pushes me.

I spent the whole day being taken everywhere, doing the most humiliating jobs. It got dark and I was finally able to rest.

This time Cristina didn't make me cook and just gave me a can of canned sausages to eat and left me in my captivity, under the staff dormitory.

When I finished eating, I left and went to the shared bathroom. There, I looked at my face in the mirror. That face was really beautiful, even with bruises, I still looked like a celebrity.

For a few seconds I could doubt whether it was me in this body, but I knew, because my eyes were the same and my hair was still red.

Therefore, what they did to me was plastic surgery and surgeries have scars…