Treat me well.

I finally woke. Seeing my husband to be and a man in a white cloak sat at the end of my bed. I look at my wrists which are being held tight by the man I'm meant to marry whilst I see my hands have been bandaged up once again... I sigh. Barely any cuts there. We move. It's not that I don't want children, I don't want children in this life it's cruel. Born to be brought up around mafia it's not fair- no normal life can come from this.

"NO ONE WILL EVER TOUCH MY BODY OR WILL I PRODUCE ANY CHILDREN FOR ANYONE"

I scream.

I'm surprised my voice didn't break. They both look at me and laugh. The doctor speaks.

We are going to examine you now, to make sure you're fit and healthy and ready to produce and heir".

"What is your name? If you're going to be my husband I need to know your name"

I shrug.

"It's Blake, my name is Blake."

"Right then Blake. I refuse to marry and to give you an heir. So I kindly ask you to set me free and live a normal life" I smiled sweetly.

“Sadly I can't hun, you've was born into this family so therefore you will fullfill your duties as a mafia princess. Now the doctor is going to run some tests and do an internal exam on you, we can do it the easy way or the hard way I'm not bothered" with a sly smile.

I glare at him, how dare he touch my body and do as he pleases. I'm not a piece of meat he can touch when he can just play with. Not fucking happening. I turn to wiggle from his grip but getting no where. The doctor stands and strolls towards me with a few needles. He stabs it into my vein drawing blood slowly... ouch. I could cry. My body. My freedom.

"Now I'm going to do the internal exam. Mam, I'm just going to put some cold gel onto you, it may feel a bit uncomfortable to start with".

With that he proceeds. It's slightly uncomfortable but it's a pain I can deal with. Once he's done he puts down everything and takes his gloves off giving a small box to Blake. I try to see what it could possibly be but I have no luck.

"It's a pregnancy test whore. You will be escorted to the bathroom in a moment to proceed with it" I laughed

“I'm not pregnant you twat"

He walked towards me smacking me straight across the face. I sat there in disbelief. Did he just hit me?? Only my dad has hit me which I deserved sometimes. But not much. As punishments.