He was holding me so tight that I could not breathe, but I knew that showing weakness at that moment was only going to give him more superiority over me as I gathered up all the strength in me and pushed him so hard, but he merely moved a step away and stood firm, staring back at me with what seemed like a smirk on his face.
"You are so angry that I speak ill of your child, but you want to kill me before it comes," I said, staring at him with anger in my eyes as I tried to catch my breath.
"No one has ever, ever provoked me like this. "What exactly do you think you are?" He asked me as he took one step forward, stepping so close that I could feel his breath on me.
I looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze as I kept trying to catch my breath.
He grabbed my face, turning it towards himself as he held my face up, staring right at me. "I just asked you a question," he said to me.
"You are both intimidating and disgusting. I hated the very first moment I saw you," I said to him, expecting him to give off his worst reaction, but instead he dropped his hand, taking some steps away.
"I think I've played fair with you enough; it's time to let you know the very kind of person I am," he said to me, instantly walking towards the door.
I was confused; I could not tell what he wanted to do at that moment as he got to the door, held on to the handle and opened it roughly.
"Get in," I heard him say to whoever was outside, and the two men who came in with him earlier both stepped into the room again. I could feel my body shivering.
"What are you doing?" I asked, staring at them with curiosity in my eyes as I wondered what he was trying to display.
"Cassandra, since you're not going to let the doctor see you quietly, Taylor will hold you down right now, and he will run this test on you."
"Hell no!" I fired back.
He didn't say any word in response; he just turned and gave him a sign as Taylor instantly began to walk towards me.
"Do not come close," I said to the tough-looking bodyguard who wouldn't listen. He came close enough and held my hand tightly.
I wanted to scream, but I immediately realised that no one was going to come to my aid.
"Really? This is how you are going to treat me now?" I asked Donald, who stood in the middle of the room, his hands crossed around his chest as he stared quietly.
The doctor came closer and placed the stethoscope on my chest. I was fighting back the tears. This slavery treatment was not part of what I expected.
I was avoiding the doctor's gaze, but I could feel him lift the stethoscope and begin to walk away from me. I turned my head slowly to look, and I could see him whispering something to Donald.
"Just go ahead with it, Doctor; do not mind her," I heard Donald say to him. He said it very clearly so that I could hear it too.
"I am sorry, Alpha, but it is going to alter a lot of things, and I think it's best that we do this when she's in a good mood. Right now she's tensed, and I would not be able to get a proper check-up on her," he said to Donald, insisting that it was not a good time to have me take treatments.
I could not tell why, but a part of me was pleading that Donald was going to agree and just let me be just for the moment. I was feeling very broken and in so much pain, and all I needed at that moment was for himto let me be.
"Do you really think you cannot do this now?" Donald asked the doctors, staring at him with a look on his face that showed that he was not pleased. Even I could see, but I kept wishing that they were all going to leave me alone.
"Maybe you should give me a moment to speak to her alone, if that is okay with you," the doctor asked Donald, and at that moment I was staring at Donald, waiting anxiously to hear what he was going to say.
He was silent for a few seconds; his gaze kept moving away from the doctor to me and then back to the doctor. "Whatever you do, make sure you're careful and that she gets the treatment. I would not forgive the both of you if anything happens to my child," he said to the doctor as he beckoned on Taylor, who followed him out.
Both I and the doctor were staring at them as they both walked out of the door and closed it behind them before the doctor's gaze turned around to me.
"He has always been like that, right from when he was a child. "He's tough and decisive; sometimes I wonder how he manages to make everyone around him do just as he says," the doctor said, walking slowly towards me.
"I do not obey him; he's not superior to me in any way," I said to him, but those words sounded as if I was trying to convince myself from the inside that it was true.
I could tell from the first moment I ran into him at the hospital hall that he was a tough person and a very inconsiderate one.
"My advice is that you try listening to him sometimes. "He has had it rough, and there is no telling of what he might do to you if he's finally pushed over," he said to me in a whisper, and I found myself staring at him with my mouth open.
"What exactly do you mean when you say he has had it rough?" I asked him in a low voice.