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She regained consciousness with the hope that it really was all over and she was in heaven. She hoped that God and his angels picked the most cruel punishment for her father. However, what she really wanted to do, was to get up, look for her mother and report what a bad man her father had been.

She tried to move her body but she simply couldn't because she had been handcuffed.

Realization dawned on her that she didn't go to heaven, she had been bad to her father by stabbing him and as so was sent to hell to suffer.

She started trashing about not caring that her body was still very sore from all her surgeries. She didn't know that she had been out for over 12 weeks already and had been in and out of at least five major surgeries, six minor ones and a lot of simple stitches.

She let out a screech when the pain finally started to kick in. She fought the darkness that caused her eyes to remain closed and opening them, she saw an aesthetic face with bonny looking lips trying to calm her down with soothing words.

He had taken a step forward and she screamed once again not wanting anyone close to her. She trashed some more allowing the friction between her skin and the cuffs to bring her more pain. She wanted over. She couldn't do it anymore. She just wanted to die and get everything over with.

"Leave! Get me Doctor Tony. You couldn't be of any help here anyways." The nurse who was frozen and terrified by her sudden movements and outburst scrambled out of the room quickly to get a doctor at Nick's command.

In the midst of her fright, Ruth managed to think that his voice was simply divine. She felt like she could relax by simply hearing the voice, to her it was silky and comforting.

"Who are you? " she managed to let out through her sob, not believing that she was safe.

Nick Corner couldn't believe that she was awake. That night, he had abruptly put his car to stop once he saw the figure in front of him. He was frustrated at a deal gone wrong at work and was ready to lash out on whoever the fuck decided that road strutting should be done by this time of the day. Once he saw the face of the woman falling to the floor however, he froze. He couldn't believe that someone would literally decide to beat up someone looking so frail up to this extent.

He saw her collapse on the floor, she was bleeding from different parts of her body, her face was a wreck and she had passed out . He felt weak at the sight of her and all he could think of, besides using all his resources to get her well, was beating the fucker that made her look this way. Carrying her slowly, he tuck her in his car and silently drove to the hospital.

She had been rushed into the emergency room immediately she was brought in and being the multi billionaire he was, he had asked for the best services for her and even reserved the entire floor for her so she could move there once she was stable enough to be moved to a room. He asked for the strongest of his guards to mount different positions and ensure nothing similar to trouble happened.

It was only a matter of time before the cops would show up and ask him some questions but he didn't exactly know what to say. He needed them to catch the bastard that did that to her, he wanted to make the bastard pay for it.

Without waiting for the cops, knowing they would take eternity to do their job, he called Andrew Simeon, his trusted private investigator, to find out all he knew about her. He didn't want to miss any detail.

Some days had passed and he had called his little sister of 24 years and asked her to buy and stock some clothes fitting for the woman's -who he had only just found out was named Ruth- extremely lean figure. He also asked her to buy and send to his home, some feminine stuff that every girl would need, make up, jeweleries, hair products, skin products, whatever it was.

He knew that all it'd take would be to stuff her with food and she would fill up quite well. He could already see her perfectly rounded hips and breasts. Her skin was still so pale but the doctors assured him she'd color up soon enough. He was only worried that she wouldn't have much of an appetite when she woke up seeing as she barely ever ate. The doctors said so, and made sure to ask him not to ever force her to eat if she said she was satisfied.

He almost passed out when the doctors read out to him what exactly had be wrong with her based on their examinations but what shocked him the most was when the doctor said that she had an infected tear in her vagina because she had probably been vigorously raped at a young age repeatedly without waiting for the tear to heal. The signs of rape could be seen.

Weeks had passed and the doctors said that she'd be regaining consciousness soon and he simply couldn't wait. He just never expected that when she'd wake up, she'd be so violent. She didn't even open her eyes, she just began trashing as she raised her hands to her neck and began clawing at her skin with her overly grown and sharp nails leaving some tears with blood.

He had never been scared like that before. The medical team had to sedate her and when they saw that similar thing happened every time the sedatives wore off, they decided that until all her surgeries were done, it would be best if she didn't regain consciousness at all.

He had longed to see her eyes, he was tired of wondering what colour would they be. He had stayed by her side in the private ward and had even set up a small office consisting of a table and chair so that he could work from there. His assistant was the one who was the most pitied by people, the poor girl had to be at his beck and call; going from one place to another making sure that her boss' work was made easier. Granted she had an increased pay, she couldn't exactly complain.

Nicholas stayed so close to her that despite his pleads with his heart not to, he had managed to fall in love with her.

He didn't feel so frightened when she woke up and started her fit again seeing he had gotten used to it. He just wanted her in his arms. He knew he shouldn't but he had come to love the patient on this sick bed. He also knew he was a total goner when she spoke. Her voice was cracked and sob filled but he could still drown in it.

"Sweetheart calm down. I swear, I'm not going to hurt you. " He managed to say as softly as he could.

"Who are you? " she asked again. He knew it was almost impossible for her to trust anyone at that moment but he needed to try.

"My name is Nicholas Corner. I just want to talk to you. Can I come close please? I swear it on my life that I won't hurt you."

He quickly went on his knees when he saw she wasn't going to give him the chance he needed to get closer to her -literally-. He needed her to trust him enough to talk to her because, if the doctors arrived and she acted violent or insane in any way, they'd send her to a mental institution. He needed her too much in his life to let her go, he loved her too much to let her out of his sight.

"Sweetheart, I'm on my knees. I'm begging you let me come close and talk to you please. If I hurt you, you're free to scream. There are doctors everywhere, they would take me to prison. Let me please"

He released a sigh of relief when she gave a small nod. Rushing to his feet, he took slow steps towards her and hadn't failed to notice that her breath was ragged and dissonant. He sat at the far end and edge of the bed trying not to get to close, praying for some self control to not touch her and frighten her.

"My love listen to me. The doctors think that you're crazy... "

"I'm not crazy!" She shrieked. "I swear I'm not crazy, please believe me, I'm not!" he could see the tears threatening to pour from her eyes.

He had unconsciously shifted closer to her and grabbed her shoulders lightly despite her flinch.

"I know you're not. But the doctors don't know that. They are going to come in any time soon, they say if you come off as violent even in the littlest manner, they'll take you to an asylum."

"B-but I'm not crazy. I just want to——Where's my father?" Her heartbeat had picked up it's speed at the mere thought of her father and the heart monitor started beeping loudly and rapidly.

"Be calm my love, he isn't coming near you again. I'll tell you all about it when we leave here okay. They're going to keep you here for just two weeks to see if you're stable. If you are, they'll let you come with me. I promise then, no more hand cuffs, no more sufferings. I'll make sure you're as comfortable and happy as possible." He could hear the foot steps of the doctors coming and he could still see the fear in her eyes.

He could only hope that she'd do as he said so as to let the doctors believe that she was okay.

"Would you act like you're okay please. For these two weeks would you let the doctors believe that it's okay for you to come with me." He had noticed that in many ways she still acted like a child however, information from Andrew had claimed that she was 25. He decided to make promises that a child would look forward to anyways, see if it'd work.

"You know, I live in a very very big mansion. Where I live is so big, there's swimming pools, gardens and lots of food and drinks. You'd have your own TV and DVD, you'll have maids to wait you and many more. Trust me, you'd love it there. The food is made by chefs from the TV and you'd get to see a lot of celebrities there too."

Some of what he said wasn't entirely true but seeing how calm she had become, he continued.

"Tell me love, who is your favorite movie star? "

"Daniel Radcliffe" she answered feeling somewhat relaxed with the kind man.

The doctors happened to open the door that second and saw the both of them having a civilized conversation without her trying to claw off her skin.

He turned when the door closed to see the doctors with a smug expression on his face, it was as though he was telling them 'told ya she'll be going home with me'.

"You'd have to excuse us Mr Corner, we have some tests to run. We'd still have to watch her for the next two weeks so don't get so happy already."

"She is fine doctor, she isn't crazy. Why on earth are you so bent on sending her there!? She's been abused so it's normal for her to be unstable but she isn't crazy. I'll get her to therapy and they'll help her. Sending her there is only going to turn her into a crazy raging bitch, don't you get it! Gosh! " he managed to yell in a reduced voice so as to not scare her.

He was having a hard time holding it in, he almost walked out. The doctors had been so adamant that they'd send her there and they were still bent on sending her there. He wanted to rip all their eyes out.

Turning to her he gave a quick smile and told her that he'd be at the far end of the room. He explained that the doctors needed to do some check up on her. For the first time since he had seen her, she gave a very small smile and nodded her head causing her dirty brown locks falling to her face.

The days had gone by very fast. The doctors had finally caved and given into his desire to let him sleep in the same room as her. Everyday, he'd fill her with more and more stories of how awesome his house was and what to anticipate, he even promised to get her to have a personal conversation with Daniel Radcliffe.

He had too feed and clean her daily seeing that they wouldn't take the cuffs away, Once, in a random week, he had come into the room and seeing her so helpless on the bed brought him to tears on his knees. He felt like a bastard for locking up an abused girl even though, he knew it couldn't be helped.

Day after day he had come to fall more and more in love with her. He was okay with her not loving him back, fuck! he was okay if she wanted to leave him after being discharged and well treated. His main aim was for her to become better.