***LONDON'S POV*** I watch in pleasure as Zane scoops soup and feeds me with it. "I can do that myself, Daddy," I say opening my mouth to eat. Zane scowls at me and I stay put, eating as much as I can. I know I can't ignore the conversation Zane and I are going to have, but just thinking about it, that fucking cell has bile rising in my throat. "I can't have any more food in me," I complain and Zane looks at the bowl before pushing it aside. I had cleared a good portion of the meal, and that is why Zane let me go. "Daddy?" I call our when he stalks towards the door. "What is the matter?" he asks standing, his hand on his doorknob. "Please, don't leave me alone," I beg, hating myself for being so weak. Huffing, Zane comes back to me, removes his phone, and shoots a message to someone. Waiting, I hope he starts the conversation first, but nothing. A doctor walks in and checks on me. "Your wrists are swollen, but it's nothing to alert about. You will have t
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